Just this morning, like a woman possessed, I drove across town to buy a kilo of pipis, otherwise known as clams, which I could not find
anywhere locally, when I shopped yesterday. My husband plans to prepare a Spanish dish, Salpicon de mariscos, for our christmas day lunch
anywhere locally, when I shopped yesterday. My husband plans to prepare a Spanish dish, Salpicon de mariscos, for our christmas day lunch
Half an hour’s drive from home, I stood with several other people in an orderly queue on Nicolson Street in Carlton. The people at Canals, the fish mongers, are clever.
They have crowd control in the form of a woman who stands at the door
with a clipboard and list of orders to be collected. She fills out a slip for each of those who arrive to collect their order and ushers in the others, like me, who come to order off the
cuff, one at a time.
They have crowd control in the form of a woman who stands at the door
with a clipboard and list of orders to be collected. She fills out a slip for each of those who arrive to collect their order and ushers in the others, like me, who come to order off the
cuff, one at a time.
And so I managed to buy my pipis, which put me in mind of the days before we were aware of environmental sustainability, when we fished for clams in the sand off Venus Bay and collected buckets full
of these tiny hard shelled morsels to make dishes fit for royalty.
of these tiny hard shelled morsels to make dishes fit for royalty.
These days seafood is not cheap, but it was
worth the effort. Even as I felt so much
a part of the privileged mainstream lining up for seafood on a Christmas Eve morning.
worth the effort. Even as I felt so much
a part of the privileged mainstream lining up for seafood on a Christmas Eve morning.
We have just now passed our summer
solstice, that time of the year when day and night are equally divided and
after which things begin to head in the opposite direction. From here the downward trend to winter.
solstice, that time of the year when day and night are equally divided and
after which things begin to head in the opposite direction. From here the downward trend to winter.
It’s hard to think of winter when
it’s so humid and hot here, not as hot as it will get, but my thoughts turn to
winter.
it’s so humid and hot here, not as hot as it will get, but my thoughts turn to
winter.
My youngest daughter will soon
head out into the cold of Europe. She
plans to spend six months studying at the University of Edinburgh.
head out into the cold of Europe. She
plans to spend six months studying at the University of Edinburgh.
Take note, my good friend, Jim. One of mine is coming over to your part of
the world.
the world.
I’m a little unsettled at the
thought – not simply of my daughter on the other side of the world – but the distance between.
thought – not simply of my daughter on the other side of the world – but the distance between.
And then there’s the usual build up
to Christmas, the pressure to get things done before the day which some of us
celebrate, while others do not.
to Christmas, the pressure to get things done before the day which some of us
celebrate, while others do not.
I am so much more sensitive these days to variations in practices, those
who celebrate Christmas and those who celebrate other events. All of them equally important to the celebrant.
who celebrate Christmas and those who celebrate other events. All of them equally important to the celebrant.
There are buckets of conflictual happenings in my part of the world. A siege in Martin Place in Sydney where three people, the perpetrator and two of his
many victims, lost their lives. Two
people in the wrong place at the wrong time and elsewhere in Australia, in Cairns,
a mother killed seven of her children and one of her nieces in what could have been an Ice-driven attack or some other madness.
many victims, lost their lives. Two
people in the wrong place at the wrong time and elsewhere in Australia, in Cairns,
a mother killed seven of her children and one of her nieces in what could have been an Ice-driven attack or some other madness.
However does a woman manage to kill
eight children, aged between fourteen and two, except under some crazed influence. These events have cast a pall over our otherwise generally peaceful world.
eight children, aged between fourteen and two, except under some crazed influence. These events have cast a pall over our otherwise generally peaceful world.
Peaceful, my eye. It’s just that most of the conflict goes on behind
the scenes, out of eyesight, out of the newsworthy range.
the scenes, out of eyesight, out of the newsworthy range.
And a lemon-scented myrtle in a
large pot glows in our living room.
Don’t be mistaken by the celebratory birds, they are not as one daughter
suggested ‘dead pigeons’. They are papier mache birds with silver sprinkles
on their backs and black beads for eyes.
large pot glows in our living room.
Don’t be mistaken by the celebratory birds, they are not as one daughter
suggested ‘dead pigeons’. They are papier mache birds with silver sprinkles
on their backs and black beads for eyes.
A sign of peace.