Aug 22, 2019

Lovin' Life 22/8/2019: The Australian Museum.

Master SSG and I were there on that beautiful Sunday afternoon last weekend to say goodbye for now to the Australian Museum.

As a gift to the public on its last weekend on display to the public before closing for a year for a bit of nip and tuck, the museum was offering everyone free entry.  

There were the last minute, spur of the moment ones like us who hadn't got tickets who lined up to the left in a shorter but slow-moving line.  Those who had logged on for their tickets from home the night before lined up in a queue the snaked halfway around the block that moved pretty briskly, all things considered.   

In true Sydney family event style, the mood was buoyant and the staff on hand efficient but kind.  Not one person in line complained, everyone listened to and followed the instructions given by staff and all the children trying their hardest to wait patiently were given plenty of leeway as they weaved in and out of the line playing those games they come up with when left with nothing but their imaginations, a crowd and a bit of space.

We were finally ushered in and I gazed around me with a mixture of awe and sadness.  Awe because knowing that this would be the last time that I'd be able to visit for a year made me appreciate more deeply the beauty of the museum as well as the quality and range of its collection.  There was a little sadness too because I'll miss not being able to visit on a whim.  My bus rides into the city won't be the same either because I assume the entire facade of the museum will be under wraps while it gets made over.

I have many happy memories of bringing Master SSG to the Australian Museum over the years.  We've visited with friends and on our own, as an adventurous and risk-taking toddler, then as more considered preschooler and now as a practically grown-up Year One boy.

Master SSG took the photo above of one of his favourite exhibits while I found myself lost in my memories as I gave a crawling infant wide berth on the stairs and wished his mother a solid night's sleep on the grounds of the amount of energy her little one was expending through his exploration.

There were memories everywhere I looked, actually.  Not just of my own but those of Australians of generations past.

I'd never stopped to notice before just how perfectly the taxidermy and skeletons are maintained at the museum.

No matter how many times I visit, there's always something new for me to discover.  From different angles, the glass cabinets offer so many different windows into exhibits beyond what is immediately in front of you.

I remember finding museums boring and colourless as a child but my perspective on them has changed with time.

While most of the colours to be found are on the more muted side of the spectrum, they have a beauty to them that draws you in to look closer to discover the subtleties that are hidden at first glance.

This is part of a display of Christmas Beetles.  Their colour and sheen are so beautiful they look like jewelled brooches.

Master SSG was fascinated by this touch screen featuring 100 Australians and their achievements.

It wasn't too long ago that I would have been hovering anxiously waiting for a silent bolt and run or a tantrum just because....  Just look at us now!

The museum will reopen next year bigger and better than it already is.  I understand that part of the reason for the renovations is to accommodate a major collection of Egyptian antiquities.  I can't wait to see this reinvention of the museum.  I'm also grateful for all the memories we already have of this national treasure.

Did you get a chance to visit the Australian Museum over the weekend?  Do you have any further news about the renovations?

Aug 20, 2019

Five, Make That Six Things.

The days, the month, heck this year is hurtling by at frightening pace.   Brief and less frequent blog posts and Instagram have been my social media outlets of choice as I try to juggle work, life and a creative outlet.  Bear with me.  I have a feeling in my waters that life will settle down soon and that I will have things to discuss beyond how busy I am.

Life has looked a little like this since Saturday....

Planning for Paris has begun in earnest.  I'm being ambitious this time around and have booked two day trips to places beyond the city limits that are ... wait for it.... not outlets nor champagne houses.  Wonders never cease!

Master SSG's Woolworths Ooshie collection is now complete thanks to some frenetic swapping with the class parents via our WhatsApp.  The photos were taken in real-time as we did our swaps well into the evening.  Living the dream, I tell you.

The same dream that saw me charged with maintaining the structural integrity of this maths assignment whilst Tip was being played before me.  I did my job perfectly, only to witness the marshmallows being eaten off their toothpicks as we went through the school gate...

Busy times call for one too many frozen meals in this household.  I found this brand of gozleme at Woolworths and rate them highly.  There's just enough feta, the spinach is fresh and the combination would rival a market gozleme stall.  The squeeze of lemon in mandatory, as it is with market purchased versions.

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Of course one of my 'things' is a run.  And of course, it was related to Lulu Lemon.  For the first time this year, virtual entry to their legendary SeaWheeze half was offered and yes I did.  Disappointingly, me entry did not grant me access to all the fabulous race gear like 'live' entrants did but who knows, one year I may well make the cut to be among the 10,000 invited to Vancouver to run.  

It was possibly ill-advised to run a half the morning after a crazy Monday at work and on-call but it was the only way I could make it work.  There was wind but there was also glorious sun....

These went down a treat after my run....

I inhaled both as I looked to the sky and attempted to decipher its cryptic sky written message to myself and the rest of Sydney....

Aug 19, 2019

Life This Week 19/8/2019: Tea, Coffee or What?

It's all of the above for me.

The day cannot possibly begin without a large mug of tea that I bring back to bed after it's made.  I sit with it there, warming my hands (yes... even in summer) as I plan and ponder the day ahead.  I'm a big fan of easing into the day.  So much so that I wake up at dawn to facilitate this.  There's logic in there - - somewhere....

While tea has that one strong ritual and association for me, my love of coffee refuses to be constrained by time or place.

When abroad in places like the US, I get a kick out of ordering it using my Starbucks name.

Elsewhere in the world, I love it when the logo on my takeaway pays homage to a local icon.

Back home in Perth, coffee is instant and made with Browne's milk.  It tastes of lazy days, little traffic and an absence of crowds wherever I walk.

Coffee in Sydney is often a takeaway.  Taken home along with orders for everyone else who's having a sleep in.

The first place I visit once I've dropped my bags off at home after coming in from the airport is my favourite local cafe for that first proper Australian skinny cap in what feels like forever.  My skinny cap then accompanies me to Woolies for a jetlag busting grocery run of fresh fruit, dairy and veg.  Reassuring and familiar places to be after the adventures and irregularity of life somewhat glamorously lived abroad.

Everything's a bit special when drunk on the plane, at altitude and from fancy glassware...

I've got coffee and bubbly on the plane shots for you today but sadly none of a cuppa.  I promise to rectify this on the next trip...

Bubbles... they need no explanation as to why they're a much-loved beverage.  It can be enjoyed in glamorous corners of Berlin but also at home for Christmas lunch.

It often makes an appearance at special celebrations with wonderful friends.

In moderation, of course.  The bubbles, not the friends.

Other bubbles I love but also in moderation are those of Coke No Sugar.  I'm still mourning the demise of Coke Zero to be honest.  But needs must.

As much I love the taste of this chemical cocktail, I physically cannot drink as much of it as I used to.  Perhaps it's age catching up with me, perhaps the rest of my relatively wholefood based diet finds the idea of Coke No Sugar abhorrent but all I can manage these days is half a bottle.  It's that swishy fizz as you twist open a bottle or pop the ring pull that reels me in.

Coffee, tea or something else?

Or are you all of the above like me?


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