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Future dream:

Good tidings: Present-day you meets 10-year-ago you for coffee. Share with your younger self the most challenging thing, the most rewarding thing, and the most fun thing they have to look forward to. Ben Huberman

‘Challenge?’ my younger self said. ‘Well what do you expect me to say? My beloved is in hospital, he could die at any minute, and can’t you see that I’m stressed out? Don’t come here looking as if life is a dream. I get lost every time I leave the hospital, and I hate driving in the city!’

‘But I’ve come to tell you that everything will be all right. He’ll pull through. That triple by-pass will be successful.’

‘I know that you believe in positive thinking, but how can I believe a mirage. How do I know you are telling the truth, you 10 year older than me specter?’

‘If you want some proof, I’ll tell you some more about what has happened and what will happen. OK, Your mother has just died. Fran’s marriage has broken up, but she’ll find a handsome Canadian when she’s working on cruise ships and they will have two beautiful boys. Rebecca’s broken heart will mend and she’ll find a partner and they’ll have an adorable, healthy boy too. Simon will marry Fiona and they’ll settle in Canberra and have an adorable baby boy. Adam will find an American wife and they will have a beautiful daughter. Will will marry Rachael who has a wonderful boy and they will foster children. There you are going to be a grandmother six times over in ten years!’

‘Blimey, I can’t imagine any of that. What is going to happen here at the gallery? Are we going to get a descent director?’

‘Yes, you’ll have some good years at the gallery, but they you’ll retire so Chris has time to paint, and you’ll have time to write and garden. You will even have a book published. So does that sound idyllic or what! What more could you ask for?’

‘It’s strange, but I didn’t dare imagine anything so wonderful. One gets quite blinkered when things go wrong. Maybe dreaming about miracles happening brings them about.’

‘Can you imagine that you’ll have everyone over Christmas and Santa will visit you in the fire engine? You’ll live in a village and enjoy knowing your neighbours? This will all come about in the next ten years. Could you ask for anything more?’

‘Will Ambrose and Curtley be with us when we retire?’

‘Yes, but as they age you will have to let them go. You will have a new puppy called Millie, who will help you recover from their loss.’

‘You paint a pretty amazing picture; I don’t think I want to know any more, in case I break the dream. Thank you for telling me that Chris will recover, that has made my day and I shall study the map so that I don’t get lost when I’m driving in the city.’

‘Remember to say ‘thank you’ to the universe, you are being looked after!’

‘I shall, and thank you for painting such a bright future for me to look forward to.’









Marianne Faithful




‘As Tears go by’, sung by Marianne Faithful was a song I used to listen to when I was feeling sad. I first came across it when I was at art school in 1964. It later appealed to me when my marriage broke down and the strings and percussion that accompanied Marianne Faithful’s wistful tones would echo about me. ‘As Tears Go By’ allowed me to enjoy wallowing in sadness.

I didn’t realize Jagger and Richards wrote the words. It was the young Marianne Faithful who spoke to me with her youthful voice that encouraged me to sing along with her.

This was a similar song to ‘Yesterday’ that the Beatles sang. That too rated highly with me. Those words too had the same effect. So if you feel like a good cry, have a look at the video and sing along!

It is the evening of the day

I sit and watch the children play

Smiling faces I can see

But not for me

I sit and watch

As tears go by

My riches can’t buy everything

I want to hear the children sing

All I hear is the sound

Of rain falling on the ground

I sit and watch

As tears go by

It is the evening of the day

I sit and watch the children play

Doing things I used to do

They think are new

I sit and watch

As tears go by

You’re asked to recite a poem (or song lyrics) from memory — what’s the first one that comes to mind? Does it have a special meaning, or is there another reason it has stayed, intact, in your mind? Ben Huberman


Alternative Energy and Congratulations to Richard Flanagan:

From your musical tastes to your political views, were you ever way ahead of the rest of us, adopting the new and the emerging before everyone else?

Solar energy comes to mind. My father was selling solar panels in Tasmania back in the 1970s. He was ahead of his time. He put solar panels on our home when we returned to Tasmania to heat our hot water. We also had a Raeburn stove, so the water had duel heating methods, but it helped keep our power bill low.

When we moved into this home, our first task was to get solar energy to assist to bring our costs down. Although it was initially expensive, our hope of having lower living costs was a priority, as well as our bit to help the environment. Today, we had the service man to service our system. He had many ideas about how we could go off the grid altogether. That is our next priority. Changes are happening so quickly with the power companies charging more, we are really grateful that we are able to do this.

It is so sad that our government is not encouraging and prioritizing alternative energy sources, in fact, making it more difficult, by closing down any support to agencies that are/were working and researching in this area.

Yesterday our Australian, (Tasmanian), author, Richard Flanagan, who won the Booker Prize for his book, ‘The Narrow Road to the Deep North’, spoke of how ashamed he was of Australia lagging behind, and not facing Climate Change. Congratulations to this wonderful author, I am really looking forward to reading his book, and well done for speaking up!




Haste is the essence:

10 minutes. You and your keyboard. No pauses, no edits, no looking back. It’s free write time! Ben Huberman, Daily Post

Night falls as I search for my keys. Where is she? I’ve got to find her before she falls into his hands. Where did I put them? Think!

Where did I last have them? He may have caught her already. Be still, relax, they have to be here somewhere. Hidden under my clothes strewn by the bed, they are nestled in a jumper. I grab them and rush for the car. Did I get petrol? Is there enough?

I press the door opener, nothing happens. The power is off. A torch, all I need is a torch, so I can find the pamphlet to tell me how to manually open the door. I feel as if my feet are dragging through mud, I’m so slow. She might be screaming , needing me, I’ve got to hurry!

She needs me now. Where’s that pamphlet. Ring, Ring! I wake in a lather feeling fraught. She’s alright, I can calm down now.



Word bumps:

Daily Post: Mouths Wide Shut: Bumps:                                                                                                              Are you a picky eater? No.

Yesterday I noticed some annoying bumps on the back of my hand.                                           My first instinct was to worry, incase it was warts.

This morning at breakfast, I looked, and the rash appeared less inflamed, it is healing. It’s probably just a result of something I’ve touched in the garden.

I said to my beloved,

‘Feel this, what do you think it is?’

‘Brail, “I Love You”, but it’s missing the comma.’

‘But I Love You, doesn’t have a comma.’

‘Then it says, “immensely and deeply”!’

How can one worry about a few bumps when they are interpreted like this?                              Words are more flavoursome than food!



Audio book:

Daily Post:

Your book is about to be recorded into an audio book.                                                                    If you could choose anyone to narrate your posts, who would it be?

Dame Judi Dench would be my choice as she has such a warm voice and her humour shines through. I related so well to her in ‘ As Time Goes By’, a BBC TV series.



Dinner guests:

Having discussed this latest suggestion with my beloved, we threw ideas about:

‘Why not invite Beethoven?’ Chris suggests.

‘Well, he doesn’t speak English for starters, and he’s blind; he won’t be able to see the paintings being discussed.’

‘If we invite Einstein, he’d be able to interpret. Wait a minute, Beethoven’s deaf, not blind.’

‘I just feel being with such icons would create awkwardness.’

‘I’d like to invite Beethoven, Mozart, Einstein, Bonnard, Braque, John Le Care, Shakespeare, Gerard Manly Hopkins…’ Chris enthused.

‘Hey, they’re all men!’

‘Well, who do you think might make a good dinner guest, if you could choose anyone.’

‘What about Jane Austin?’

‘Maybe asking people from different times would create some difficulties?’

‘Yes, and the differences in palates would be great. Tastes have changed.’

‘Choosing English speakers would help for easier conversation, maybe?’

‘Yes, I think it might be better to ask living friends. What about Andy and Janet, Max and Judy? You know we always find their conversation stimulating. At least they are on the same wavelength! We’d feel comfortable, without the added stress of not knowing what to cook.’

‘Agreed. Their interest in politics, art and writing is always refreshing. ’

‘Whew! The stress of entertaining the famous is beyond me these days. I don’t need any sleepless nights. Let’s stick with those we know and love!’

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Seat Guru

You get to plan a dinner party for 4-8 of your favourite writers/ artists/musicians/other notable figures, whether dead or alive.

Who do you seat next to whom in order to inspire the most fun evening. Ben Huberman



Renewed energy:

City Planners

If you could clone one element from another city you’ve visited—a building, a cultural institution, a common street food, etc. –and bring it back to your own home town, what would it be? Ben Huberman

Apart from a better linking up with a rail system, which on second thoughts would only increase our population, I’d prefer something frivolous!

When living in Effretikon, an outer suburb of Zurich, there was an outdoor ice skating rink. Loud popular music filled the air. My three year old had double skates, to stabilize her. When people would come to stay, Francesca would skate between two adults. Needless to say, she gave us stability.

Many wonderful afternoons were spent skating to the music. Being cold and outdoors, was so much nicer that a damp indoor setting. The colour of the trees and sky set the scene. Umberto came with us in the evenings; the lights would come on making it even more magical. How could one be sad exercising and music lifting spirits up into the heavens?

Pearcedale would benefit from such a fantastic outdoor facility. Set next to the ovals and tennis courts, I can see it perfectly.


Winter Evening Painting, Canvas Print Jill Alexander

Winter Evening
Painting, Canvas Print
Jill Alexander

Hendrich Avercamp The Little Ice Age 1610 The Hague

Hendrich Avercamp
The Little Ice Age 1610
The Hague