Numbers Down

Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day, ladies and gentlemen, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you.

Canberra’s coronavirus restrictions were eased slightly at the end of last week and will be further eased at the end of this week. Some restrictions will remain but we can now connect again with friends and family, albeit in small numbers. Stay-at-home provisions have applied since Delta arrived here nine weeks ago. During that time, I have taken great comfort from the competent, calm, compassionate and informative approach of public health officials in our local government. The health team and the government could not have been any clearer about what they needed us to do, and because no sector of the community were given preferential treatment over another, Ken Behrens* largely did what was asked of us. I think it is fair to say that at times our Chief Health Officer, Dr Kerryn Coleman, outshone others in the spotlight. I’m such a fan.

One of the many strategies to help us open safely has been to get as many Canberrans vaccinated as quickly as possible. Just prior to lockdown, approximately 48 percent of the Canberra population over 12 years of age had had one dose of one of the Covid vaccines, while just shy of 25 percent of us were fully vaccinated. Now 98 percent of us have had one dose and 83 percent of eligible Canberrans are already fully vaccinated. Howzat! Thankfully the rest of Australia is not far behind us. Unfortunately, a small number of Canberrans have died over this period and our hearts go out to their families. The vaccines are very effective but as we have learned there still can be breakthrough infections. There is also likely a growing group of Canberrans whose vaccine protection is waning and who, therefore, will need to get a top up quite soon. It does sound like there will be no rest yet for the public health team and frontline health workers who have been working so tirelessly to keep us safe.

Today, my shout-out is to Canberra’s health workers, and Dr Coleman in particular. Thanks for caring. As Dr Coleman is originally a sand-groper (that is, someone from Western Australia), I thought I would choose my Friday song from a singer/songwriter from that state. Today, I have chosen Andrew Winton, performing his song Number’s Down. How apt, don’t you think? The chorus is very easy, so sing it with me.

Take care, everyone.

Kind Regards.
Tracy.

* Each day over the last nine weeks, members of the ACT government have held a press conference to keep Canberrans informed of how the Delta outbreak was unfolding and the necessary steps to keep us safe. During one of these press conferences, there was a sub-titling error that referred to Canberrans as Ken Behrens and henceforth the name has been adopted wholeheartedly by the Canberra community.

More Orange Cars Than You Can Poke A Stick At

Considering the number of orange-themed photos I have, I’ve left my run late for this month’s Life In ColourOrange photography challenge. My how the world has changed since my True Love and I accidentally found ourselves at this vintage car show in Yass (Australia) in December 2019. We used to drive to Yass every Saturday for local produce but unfortunately we have been only a couple of times in the last 20 months. Think of all those carbon emissions we’ve saved. Anyhoo, let’s have a look at the orange cars because they go almost as fast as the red ones.

Those were the days. Drive safely, everyone.

Kind Regards.
Tracy.

A Time For Everything

Welcome to my regular (and early) Friday song/tune day, ladies and gentlemen, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you. Today, I am going to get nostalgic.

I can’t remember a time when the house wasn’t dilapidated. The house sat upon tall timber pylons three storeys high, but there was nothing underneath it. The story goes that there were plans for a shop below the house but those plans never came to fruition. To the passerby, it might have looked like a giant birdhouse. This was fitting because two older ladies lived in that house. The younger was my grandmother, the elder was her mother, my great grandmother. My grandfather lived up the road. That was odd, but odd is normal for us.

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On Creating A Myth

Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day, ladies and gentlemen, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you.

For reasons that I am ashamed of now, I decided not to send my children to our local primary school. Instead, I decided to send them to a school out of area. Anyway, for entirely different reasons, it turned out to be a good decision. At first it seemed that we might not be able to get our eldest child into our chosen school. This was quite distressing for our son because he wanted to go to the school with the rocket in the playground. My husband and I also checked out the Catholic primary school in the same suburb as some of my child’s friends would also be attending that school. I was upfront with the principal of the Catholic school about our lack of religion. I explained to him that my child was interested in dinosaurs, planetary science and, you know, evolution. The principal was quick to reassure me that the religious education was only a small component of the curriculum and that the bible was not taught as some literal truth but more as guiding stories. I thought that was very enlightened. I can’t imagine getting that type of response these days. However, at that time, almost half the children who went to Catholic schools weren’t actually Catholic. In the end, a place came up at the rocket ship school and so a temper tantrum was avoided and I did not have to deal with my own internal conflict.

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The Changing Seasons – Sept 2021

Canberra (Australia) – The ground work has been done. Life in lockdown has heightened our senses. Spring tease, you flirty dear, we’re coming for you. [I am combining my Changing Seasons post with my Friday song day post. Enjoy.]

The days grow longer, the wind blows stronger, and my energy returns. There is light at the end of the Covid tunnel. Maybe. Hopefully. Not sure.

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No Escape

From the photo archive.

A glare or stare makes all the difference in the realm of raptors. Glares are the domain of goshawks, stares are left for sparrows, sparrowhawks that is. Impending darkness obscures the form and casts confusion. The pied currawong does not engage in such esoteric debates. Nor does the raptor. There will be no escape for the hawk with no name as the currawong launches its attack. Such interlopers will not be tolerated.

It looks like a glare to me. What do you think?

Kind Regards.
Tracy.

Shake It

Welcome to another Friday song/tune day, ladies and gentlemen, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you.

It’s been a newsie week which leaves me with many options for this week’s Friday song. We had the sudden announcement of the Aussie government’s cancellation of its French sub contract, and instead the government will purchase you-beaut US nuclear-powered subs. Oh wait, the French have nuclear-powered subs but we didn’t want nuclear subs at the time. Did we even give the French a chance to bid for the new contract? Maybe not. Consequently, and apologies to the French, ABBA’s Waterloo and Fat Boy Slim’s Weapon Of Choice, immediately popped into my head!

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Colour Me Gold

Some reflections and some photos. Colours get me thinking. What else is there to do?

Colour is the place
where our brain
and the universe meet

~Paul Cézanne

Colour Me Gold – Life In Colour
Sometimes life is solid gold.
Powerful, strong, warm.
Bends light and flows.

Green light is inefficient.
An invisibility cloak.
When gold dusts green, people pay attention.

Good old Aussie green and gold.
Green and gold light combine to make white light.
No moral in this story, only questions.

Would our story be more inclusive, if it had more earthen tones?

Without light, we need a torch to see where we are going.
Bathe in warm light. Bathe in gold.
Could this be Australia’s golden hour?

Shine a warm light, ladies and gentlemen.

Kind Regards.
Tracy.
(coming to you from Canberra, Australia’s national capital, which is located in Ngunnawal country)

I Guess We Have To Try

Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day, ladies and gentlemen, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you.

There are no winners in this pandemic. Today I would like all of us to spare a thought for our friends with loved ones who are currently undergoing medical treatment for life-threatening illnesses. Now just imagine that you couldn’t be with your loved one in hospital due to Covid visitor restrictions. Next, imagine that hospitals and emergency services are so overwhelmed with Covid patients that medical treatment cannot be provided in a timely fashion for all those in need. That would be unbelievably traumatic. It’s happening. My heart goes out to anyone in that situation.

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