Friday, 3 January 2014

Day 262: Concert day

Reflection, at 6.12pm 
The 6.12 dawn
Day 262 (25 Aug) Sunday. Another Sunday, another concert. No, not always, it just seems like that sometimes. And of course, with my mind on other things, should I be playing through distractions or indeed play to be distracted? Tough call. 

A break in the concert
I still like being up early, even on a Sunday and capturing that moment the light is breaking through at 6.12am, which is what I did. Concert days are always quite busy. We generally need to be there for a fairly early sound check before the 2.00pm curtain call. Today is out at the St Lucia campus, a repeat of last week's concert essentially. 

A good part of the morning then is spent in rehearsal. I don't have a lot to play in this particular concert so I sneak a tweet or tweeting from the back row, just for fun.

I decide to call in to see my friend on the way home, it affords an interesting 'reflective' pic at 6.12pm. On the way, I notice the member for Griffith has stepped up his presence with the placement of a prominent billboard opposite the Gabba cricket ground. Yep, there's an election in the air. 

Tomorrow, it's back to work...

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Day 261: Life interrupted

Day 261 (24 Aug) Saturday. Sometimes life can just be travelling along and then it knocks you sideways. This morning is back to the hospital, check on my friend and perhaps see her home. It's then awaiting the next stages, the coming extent of treatment, the extent of support I might be able to offer her and her family. 

Pondering, at 6.12am
Such things I was pondering at 6.12am before heading off to the hospital, just before I got up.  Still more flowers arrived at the hospital from friends and colleagues. So many in fact, it required a large trolley to get them all out to the car. But the discharge was approved so that was a good sign. 

Parliament, from South Bank

Today was also a 'play day' but should I stay or should I go. We are part of a group of subscribers who look forward to going but it was a case of operation interruptus for this one. Safely back at her house however, my friend insisted I go anyway. So I did, 'twas a nice day to be thinking about life by the brisbane River...

And, just to show everything was getting back to normal, at 6.12pm I found myself at the local pizza place, picking up our pizzas, usually Friday night, but just merely postponed. Maybe sometimes just sometimes, things in life are there to be interrupted...