Its still feeling surreal, this feeling hightened by a visit to downtown Sydney on Australian Day. Like you are in a holiday home, its a great feeling but its not quite right. Still no internet, thats making me nervous. i didn't bring any CDs or LPs (let alone a record player) so that was something of an oversight. But i'm listening to the radio, i've joined the library, there are some good op-shops around, and if we do our grocery shopping out of the area, its all going to be OK. Some furniture reconfiguration, a few important bits retrieved, i read the entries in the music books i found in the house about Peggy. Very formal musicological commentaries, i need more. I also found a little date book diary from the last year of her life, with some photos and letters, stuffed away in the bottom of a box. I put them in one of the beautiful wood and glass empty cupboards downstairs. A suitcase full of her scores. Bits and pieces left behind from past residencies.
I've made a guest room, visitors have always made up an important part of my life at home. Ive set up a workspace, wondering how i will go working at home after these years of having an 'office' in a different place. My friend Rachael tells me as long as i put shoes on in the morning before i start, it will work out OK. The weather is cool, it even rained yesterday. Everywhere outside of Perth seems lush and green, stuff seems to grow. It was nice sitting on the balcony seeing the mist camouflage the Centerpoint Tower, or having a few drinks under the locquat tree in the back.
I'm getting what i have come to call 'diary panic' - where lots of things are coming but i'm not sure when and if they overlap, moving ate up alot more time than i expected. That means its still a little while before i get into writing. There are a few things to do first.