crazybrave

A very big thank you to the kind person who arranged to have a nice young man called Ben drop off a dot painting by central desert artist Dick Lechleitner on Saturday.

We were a bit surprised, frankly. Young Ben didn’t know the name of whom it was supposed to go to, but was certain he had the address right. The only reason we accepted it was that O’s mum and sister both collect aboriginal art, and we suspected his mum might have made a purchase to be disguised as a present from us for her birthday in a few weeks. Not that that’s ever happened before, of course. So we called her – but she’s got nothing to do with it.

I’m sure the rightful owner will be calling for it soon, but in the meantime it’s really quite nice. So ta.

Updated to add: Rats. We got a note from young Ben, and did the decent thing and took it around two streets away. I was starting to really like it, too.

I take back all that nastiness about the Howard government and history, what with them doing the First Fleet re-enactments and all now.

Wonder who they’ll get to play the Savages?

People say academics live in Ivory Towers and couldn’t tell their arses from their elbows, but it’s not ALL like that.

For instance I was heating up my lunch just then in the kitchen* when I spotted an ice cream container on the counter with a note on top. I hoped it was an invitation to make off with homemade cake or something, but it said

Not just clever, but kind and thoughtful too.

* The baby gets hungry very early. I mustn’t look pregnant yet (just horribly fat) because people still look askance when I eat lunch early. So it was very nice to be able to say “If you were having lamb shanks braised in red wine and balsamic vinegar on polenta with some gremolata on top you’d want it at half past eleven too.”

BUT, she reconsiders the next day – it’s dumb to feed the magpies anything! They’ll still associate people at the table with getting fed, and try and peck me at lunch. No decoy bread for YOU, little birdy.