30 November 2005
weekend.
Ah. I was about to write about last weekend but got a sudden burst of reminding about this weekend. I don’t quite know what I’ve got myself into!
Anyway, last weekend I went up the mountains with Mum to see the David Beschi exhibition. He paints nice pictures. We just so happened to turn up at the opening, which meant some people were very dressy, and I happened to be wearing hiking boots. But the other thing meant they were serving free wine and olives. After browsing the pictures we stayed drinking wine til it was almost dark, long after other people had left. What a ripper free outing. And we arrived at the lookout around sunset time. I love the mountains. I managed to fetch some organic garlic in the hippy shop too which was great. Oh and hippy bush tomato seeds. Hip Hip.
I went to church on Sunday morning. I love that place. It’s so home.
Y por la tarde, Mum and I went to Villawood for a visit. I was overcome differently this time to last time I went. I suppose the circumstances are different. But I was just overcome by how completely inhospitable our country is. That makes me angry.
If I was Xavier, I would say, And I’m disgusted, by how unhospitable we are!
But in trying to be inspired rather than discouraged by Dave Andrews and the things I am learning, I know I won’t change the world, but hopefully I can be compassionate towards a few people in their lives and they will appreciate that. I know people have done that for me.
Be sent out in a spirit to be encouraged and inspired Jemma.
How strange, when I talk to myself I would never call myself Jem. It would feel to chummy. But doesn’t bother me when chums call me Jem, in fact I like it. Is this like some freaky thing telling me I shoulc be more chummy with myself and that I don’t know myself at all? Ooo the scandal.