My Weekend

My weekend has been busy and tiring.  However, it's been great fun too.  Yesterday, I was up bright and early after a warm night's sleep.  I woke to a lovely, clear day for the Home Festival here in Brisbane.  It was around 9:30am before Mum picked me up and we were on our way to Pineapple park at Kangaroo Point where Sinclair Street was packed with parked cars already and there were still another hour and a half to go until the festival was to start.  Mum dropped me as close to the drop-off spot as possible and I found my way to the other artists who waved at me - greeting me with hugs saying it was great to see me.  Mum showed up after finding a parking spot, and I introduced her to them all and she said it looked like it was going to be a great day.

After I strung up my red pages in the tree with fishing line - and lost my green-handled scissors - I positioned my altered book so people would read it; with the Darren Hayes ipod music collection.  While people were listening to his tracks against the wall comfortably, they could flip through my book and read it; like they would if they were reading in bed or on their lounge - and you know - it worked.  People sat down, plugged in the earphones, and spotted my book and began reading.  Very cool!  And I mentioned my other blog - My Reading List - in the book and looky-loo's there have jumped from 10,985 to 11,009 overnight!

There was a jumble and suitcase sale going on all afternoon; which I went and had a look at with Riley.  And I loved seeing things I wanted and found them at the right prices.  We even took off and did some screenprinting and painted up our own bags with a printing of our choice!  I chose a typewriter in purple and Riley chose a Deer in orange... how cool!  But Gabe, Kat and Riley couldn't stay.  I gave them a bag of Paprika that I found was hot instead of smokey and they took it off my hands and thanked me very much for it.

Then, next to the installation, there was a stage where performance poets took part and entertained the crowds; as did the local choirs.  They were great!  Meanwhile, we found that the sun wasn't as bad as we thought it would be as the shade moved over us and cooled the day down.  None of us got sunburnt and were cooled down instead of being dehydrated.  It was a great day to be outside yesterday and I didn't want to be anywhere else.

By around 3:30pm, I smsed Dad's phone, saying I was going to begin packing up.  So, Mum smsed back and said she was on her way to get me.  I was stuffed and ready to go to sleep and was getting a headache; not that I wanted to complain.  But I really wanted to head off home before it got cold.  About half an hour later, I had packed up my book and cut the pages off the tree, and Mum had shown up.  She wanted to have a look around a bit and I said it was a good place to be.

As we walked around, we found the place was packing up the daytime markets and it was beginning to shift into night-time gear with the music and food.  The shadows began to pull long, the breeze started to turn cooler, and it was time to let the night-time part of the Home Festival to take over... we had done our part and enjoyed our day there.  I will most definitely do it again.

Today, I woke and found I didn't want to get out of bed; but I pushed myself to.  After getting the paper and milk, I washed up a little and made myself some not-bacon and eggs and jumped online.  As I was about to, Gabe called and said that the Paprika wasn't Paprika.. it was chili.  He said I was right in thinking it was very hot and to take back all the packets I've bought.  I said that I had put a liberal amount on some cheese last Wednesday and had copped blisters long my gumline... well he laughed and said that could happen with this Paprika.  I said I jumped up so fast and grabbed the yoghurt and milk I had it running down my chin before it stopped burning, then I started sneezing.  He laughed again and said that he felt bad about my experience but said to take it back and get the guy to taste it and that it had been labeled wrongly.  Well, until my next post, take care, keep safe and warm and remember, I'm always here.  

Home Festival 2012