Lifestyles of the tired and frazzled woman.

There are many frustrations in life.
Computer rage, printers on strike, nothing to wear?
Health struggles and extra kilos.
Children in transition or is it launch phase.
Plus the pressure of not having ecstatic, audacious, mind blowing sex.
My ‘to do’ list is never ending.
Could this be why women find themselves just too tired to be bothered in the boudoir?
It isn’t the technique, it’s the damn lifestyle that demands a high price.

Live in the now.

Readers, writers, researchers, thinkers and everyone in between begin planning for attending the next writers festival in Adelaide straight after they begin pulling up their tent pegs. New authors to discover, new forums, and that wonderful book tent.I was eager to read of the new directors plans in the article 'Pioneer Spirit'.After filling out a survey at the last writers festival, my anxiety was that it would be formatted into a slick marketing venue with a hefty price tag.Thankfully sanity has prevailed.I look forward to an eclectic program, plus the addition of new sessions ie after work and lunch box sessions.The vibe is always somewhat mellow, even when we cohabited the parkalnds with the AC/DC soundcheck. But the technology apps and twitter don't move me. Live in the now. Try to talking to the people around you.

I love Adelaide in the Springtime

I love Adelaide in springtime.

It is a charming city.

Filled with weddings and thinkers, new studios, cinema and art galore.

Thanks for your reviews and exposes in the latest edition.

Plus I can't thank you enough for first, printing my letter, and then giving me a funky new ring.

My candy coloured ring is gorgeous and Andrew at Mazzone Design Jewellers most generous and helpful.

Well done to all.

Giving up meat

Have often wondered why we are always asked to give up things we really love - never the icky things.

Have rationalised my way to keep having that glass of wine, cup of coffee, fix of chocolate.

However have recently like many other (see Michael Kirby's recent article in the Australian) given up meat.

I feel lighter and better generally.

I know this is about another sacrifice that you won't want to hear.

But whatever works.

Pass the bolly darling

Many thanks for unleashing the inner Patsy in your recent article, Cheers sweetie (Saturday 8th).

Joanna Lumley is that rare actress who doesn't take herself too seriously.

The merging of comedic minds in Absolutely Fabulous was gloriously played.

And being the voyeurs we all are, we love to watch.

Pass the bolly darling and bring on the new episodes.

Preaching to the Unconverted

Adelaide seems to be in the midst of public conflicts of faith. 'Preaching to the Unconverted' - October edition.

We have the fervent, quite angry believers, quite confident in what God hates.

The people of faith who prefer to show their faith by actions in their own lives, however small.

And the totally apathetic and/or bemused mall shoppers.

Rev David Buxton a Frontier services leader related his experience in the mall at a recent worship service is Willunga.

He spoke about the contrasts of krishna's dancing and loud preachers who attempt to scare people into finding faith.

It seems there has been hurt in the community caused by the dogmatic style of christianity.

But look further Adelaide and be rewarded by multi-faith gatherings, Taize meditative music services, open mic sessions, mystic poets & retreats, creative workshops and inclusive options for all.

As always it is the squeaky wheel that gets the most attention.

The sacred and the profane, the heart and mind. There is always plenty to explore if you look around our Adelaide.

Not enough art

High and mighty art tour at the Art gallery.
A wander around different works that I would not have engaged with to that degree, without a guide. Nice coffee and biscuits before this. Met someone who was also on 6 months leave and taking the time to do more of this sort of thing. In the state library now. 10 more mintues on this computer. Contemplating another talk by the gallery director and books in his life. Might need another coffee first.
A misty rain around today.
I find there are too many books, but not enough art(!)
The art that spoke to me the most today was probably the portrait of Mary Solomon, who was sent to Australia as a convict and rose to the upper middle classes - hence a portrait. There was her connection to fagin of Oliver Twist notoriety - did not know fagin (Ikey Solomon) was a real person. (Will have to do some more research on this).
The portrait was well done with intricate lace patterns and a display of lace and jewellry in the case in front of the portrait. The line between convict and citizen blurs as our country clawed its way into its own. It feels often like we are on our own, despite the technology the distance in miles is not so easy to overcome.