tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71055512012-02-17T07:31:40.659+11:00Updates by Noam (the small garden gnome) reporting on Miriam's activities. If he has access to the web, he'll probably be dobbing. Updating can be a struggle because she uses the computer a bit, and he can't always get to it, but he does his best.Noamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13432385863502034422noreply@blogger.comBlogger471100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7105551.post-90889568567442263682011-12-29T19:21:00.002+11:002011-12-29T19:23:51.666+11:00

It's sock time! She's choosing a sock for me! She reckons it's three weeks from yesterday until we go. So I'm going to be in an overhead locker, stuck in backpack of some description for a long haul flight or two. I'll cope, because I'm going to see the breakwater and walk on the snowy beach and say hi to Jim and chat with Jane and see people I know at the GU and maybe even climb the monument (

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Well, an outing at last! She took me out to do art this afternoon. We learned about Polaroid Transfers. What fun! You take an image of a slide using a special Polaroid machine and then transfer the partly processed emulsion onto paper or fabric or somesuch to make a pretty groovy picture. Robyn used to do this with some of her amazing travel slides from around the world, and Miriam brought some

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Something she really loves about the USA is that they stick to the proper dates for the change of season. For example, Spring starts the day after the March equinox. Not on the first of the month!She hates this thing that's happened in Australia where we start Autumn on 1st of March and Spring on 1st of September. It wasn't always this way. When she was in primary school, the seasons started on

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The Breakwater is a long rocky wall that stretches across from the bottom end of Commercial Street across to Long Point. Yesterday she went for a walk across there - it's a great adventure... she checks the tides and then heads down there when the time is right; walks across the wall and then onto the other side. The last few times she's done it, it's been the other end of winter - with the town

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Words coming later... but here's a 360 degree shot taken from halfway across the breakwater at the end of Commercial Street that goes out to Long Point.

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Hello! MZ has just changed the settings so you can post comments anonymously to the blog, without needing a google account... Hooray!

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Amazing eh! This is the picture she took in the sunshine, from the deck. Looks like a different place to the grey view a couple of days ago!It may have been sunny today but the wind chill was vicious. Three hours of walking in the Beech Forest cleared the cobwebs...She saw dunes:And the Pilgrim Monument from a distance:And Race Point and Provincetown Airport (airstrip):All from the Visitor's

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Lorraine's is a mexican restaurant that stays open in the off season and what a blessing that is! A slightly overcast night, the end of the week, and that's where we went! Margaritas! Chilli! Yaay! And yes, she took me, because... of course... there were going to be glasses for me to hang off and you know how much I love that. Love love love it! Not!And then we went to Jim's where Easter

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We went to Jane's for dinner. She showed us the crocuses that had come out just today - they're some of the crocuses that Ewa bought a few years ago to plant around town in memory of Robyn... They close up at night but I took a good look at them anyway!

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The best cure for not enough sleep - keep doing interesting things that don't require long periods of concentration. Lunch qualifies, particularly if you are peckish, which she was. I, on the other hand, just wanted a martini. She's been talking and thinking martini for weeks. So she's having lunch and ordering iced tea (!) and i just can't stay away from the martini menu.Jim shared his lunch

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The condo she stays in at Provincetown has a new bathroom. Noice. And the view from the deck is as good as it ever was. She took this shot with her phone. Late in the day. It's a teeny bit dark.But still...Update: She can now download from the camera... here's the condo from the outside...

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Ok, so her bag weighs 21.89 kg according to the check in scales. It's not got much in it but the bag itelf probably weighs a couple of kilos with its metal frame and wheely mechanism.The flight to Provincetown from Boston was great. A cold day but not freezing. Hardly any wind. A bit of sunshine... a 7-seater plane that had 7 people in it. You feel like you're really flying in those things.

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The wind is blowing outside her bedroom window. She's propped up in bed typing at 4:00 am. Yup, folks, it's jet lag. But today is a free day and it's raining outside, so yippee! A little bit of walkies planned later to find cable so that photos can be downloaded from camera (she always forgets something) and also to head into the Beech Forest and take some more pictures. Which will be uploaded

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See that? That's me on my side, in the garden, neglected. That's a shot she took yesterday. Today I'm resting on top of a pile of stuff (there's no other word for it) in the big red thing she fills up, zips and takes on trips to Provincetown with her.I gather we're going again. It's been a while so it's probably time. Oh Joy. 14 hours in a sock to Los Angeles. And then a flight to the East Coast.

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The weather here has been amazing. She keeps going for walks without a coat and even sometimes without a jumper. Like yesterday. Race Point Beach... This is what she saw...Even though it's the off-season, lots of people still use the beaches. In weather like this, there's always somebody out here, walking along the shore, often bending down to investigate shells or pebbles along the waterline. We

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She bought a new mobile phone a while ago, with some fancy new features... In desperation one night, while needing to connect to the Internet but unable to get the plug in the wall to work, or find a wireless network that actually worked, she decided to click on the 'Internet Connection' button on the phone software that she'd installed so she could synchronise her phone's address book with the

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Can you believe those rubber toys? Let me tell you, this place really is opening my eyes. Look what we caught Gumby and Pokey doing on the New Yorker. Yikes!

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Otherwise known as Turkey day! Miriam was invited to Jim's place where he and Rusty had prepared a feast. Free range turkey this year, since we enjoyed last year's free range bird so much. What a wonderful spread.Here's the cheese and shrimp we started off with. Not surprising we felt full after all this plus a big dinner! Neither Jim nor I could resist taking pictures of the food laid out in

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So now you know why Miriam doesn't write headlines for a living - that's one of her better examples. She wanted to participate in the blog so I gave her a headline to write and that's what she did. She can wave goodbye to any future involvement, that's for sure! Thanksgiving eve and it's time for the annual lighting of the Pilgrim Monument. In November, a long long time ago, the Mayflower landed

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A couple of posts back I showed you a picture of Miriam and me and a half-demolished plate of sugar cleverly disguised as Apple and Walnut French Toast (not sure if that should be capitalised so I've put caps in this post and avoided them in the previous one, to ensure I'll be right at least once!) Here's some other shots from that trip to Dennis, which we did with Jim.Here's Miriam holding me up

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The Provincetown library has been a boon. For one thing, it has access to a free wireless network (yaay!) so M and I can come in here where it's warm and write and read and just generally hang out when we don't feel like going walkies or drinking :-) or sitting at home reading by ourselves or watching cable TV any of that stuff. She's writing a bit at the moment, and reading. They have a great

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I've been a bit slack getting to the blogs, I know. But she keeps taking me out for walkies, or sitting around reading, and forgetting that sometimes I need to be able to get to the laptop, while connected, and tell everybody what's going on her life. Sheesh.Here's a quick one before they kick us out of the library. We went to Dennis. Yes the same Dennis where we visited Jim with Silverware two

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Another mild, beautiful day and Miriam decides she's going walkies in the shrubbery. She can't seem to sleep until very late (about 2:00 am) and it's driving her nuts as someone who normally goes to bed by about 11:00. Anyway, she figured a little stroll might get things back in order. So off to the Beech Forest. At the beginning of the walk, just near the entrance to the town dump, there's this

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Hey! How about letting me know you've visited by leaving a comment? It would be great to know that you've been here!

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Jane took her home from the bus stop; Jim took her to the exhibition and then they went to dinner. And in the following days she met up again with Ginny, Midge, Suzanne, and of course the inimitable Zoe Lewis. Zoe's now with Sharon, the Miss Pacman fiend mentioned in posts from last year. Sharon's on the left, Zoe on the right. Here's Zoe's website: http://www.zoelewis.com/Catching up with Zoe

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She's written this 'clever' 'witticism' in two emails so far... so I figured I'd pander to her weird sense of humour by calling her a galah as well. As you may have guessed, my postings are a couple of days behind reality. But that's what's supposed to happen when you're on holidays, right? I'd like to be able to tell you that the rest of the time she's letting me lie around on the bed and eat

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Blogs are supposed to be interesting, right. Funny, maybe? Well the problem is that I've been a bit jet-lagged and uninspired. But after a couple of days in the flowerpot, I'm starting to feel like things are coming together again. Hopefully I'll start finding somethign interesting to say -- soon. OK, now where were we in the narrative? Ah yes. The train from New York to Boston. It's a good trip,

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Yup. It's a cliche, but she says it's like she never left. Whatever. I could say the same, I guess. This year, it's a little warmer than last year, and so she's put me in the flowerpot to make up for the endless hours in the sock that I had to endure to get here. Regular readers may be interested in the sock. It was black. Newish. Clean. Intact. i.e. not very interesting. Here's me in the

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Not that thinking about them helps... If she wants to tell somebody she misses them, she should just tell them. They can't read her thoughts. But there goes another day in sunny Melbourne (it's perfect here at this time of year) -- it's 11:23 pm (a bit later by the time I post this, no doubt) and Miriam's about to go to bed, still thinking about the good times she had in Massachussets in December

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Sunset the night before the storm. The white spot is a half moon... >3:27 pm, Friday 9 December, she walks out of the Wired Puppy with a grin on her face, holding the regular post-walkies treat: Medium Mocha, No Whipped Cream (Note Initial Caps For Emphasis). She's just been talking to the barista-person about weather, because today in Provincetown it is the thing to talk about. It feels like

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ha ha ha ha! I nearly fell out of my sock laughing when she came home from walking to the GU. A seagull shat on her. All across the front of her jacket, right across to the front of her jeans. The gulls are big here! They do big doo-doo.Interesting fact: seagull kaka looks like milk and smells like dead fish.

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Lots of photos in this posting. She got busy with the camera -- as did I, although I didn't do a terribly good job as you can see if you scroll down a bit. Walking to the Beech Forest she decided to go the long way and cut through the graveyard.Some of the headstones are heart-wrenching. So many small children died in the late 1800s. No explanations, just these sad little date ranges of 2 years,

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Just in case you didn't believe she's been writing, here's photographic evidence. There's a restaurant on Shankpainter Road called Chach. They have good food, and the peeps are noice as well. Good Eggs Benedict, passable coffee... (for all the Provincetown residents reading this, that was an attempt at irony, or more precisely a joke!! :-))It's a terrible dilemma when just days away from what

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A house is just not a home until you've had friends over for dinner, or so she says. Oh, she forgot to put the flash on the camera. Ooops.That's Chris on the left and me in the middle and then Jim on the right.They were quite good company. We laughed, we cried... we solved the world's problems. Global warming, endangered species. Solved. But we forgot to write it down before we went to sleep, so

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Rain on the roof this morning - it's such a great sound. After writing in the morning, she went for a walk in one of the breaks in the weather. Of course the break didn't last and we got soaked... but hey, she loves walking in the rain. She thinks it's one of the best things to do after a few hours of writing.First, she had a bite to eat at the Squealing Pig. Here's me helping her out with her

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Here's a kangaroo we saw in Bradford Street. Eeek!She's being quite good and writing her novel every day, but at this time of year there are so many things to do during the evening - people to see, food to eat, laughs to be had. She goes out at night a bit. She doesn't always take me but she tells me about it afterwards...The Mews, a quality restaurant here in town, has open mic nights on

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Pic: signing in at the gym for a day pass...I knew there was a reason she chose to study linguistics. It's so the subtle things like differences in spelling and meaning can't get past her any more. Let me give you an example of how useful the last semester has been for her. Jim's place - a few minutes' walk down Bradford Street. Great food, great company, a widescreen TV and various on-demand

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Ye gods. I'd forgotten how cold it can get here. I thnk she actually wanted to put me on the porch of the apartment that she's staying in, but thankfully she's had a re-think. After all, I mean really. My paint could crack off out there!And those of you who may or may not have been reading previous blogs, from last time she was here, will be desperate to know about the sock situation. Did she or

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So she was walking through Central Park, enjoying the whole experience of being in New York, and the Christo thing that's going on there at the moment with the Gates, of yellow / orange fabric and all, and a spiffy New Yorker (at least he sounded like one) in a suit approached her and said "Tell me what you think. It's ridiculous isn't it. Honestly, it is, you think so, don't you. All these

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She had to go to New York. At the last minute, suddenly aware of how much she had to achieve before this weekend, with the Yard Sale and all, she hesitated and nearly decided to be sensible. After all, the person she was supposed to be meeting there could no longer go... perhaps she should just save her dollars and stay in Provincetown and get everything labelled and sorted ready for the

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Normally she can get away with staying at home, except for a teensy little motoring for a couple of miles or less. To be honest, most of the appointments she has to keep here she could walk to, and sometimes does. However, today she had made arrangements to go to Dennis. In this instance, the name of a town, no matter how much it may sound like the name of a bloke. It's the silver-plated stuff

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What a gorgeous day today. I made her take me out. She wanted to sit and read and write all day, but -- you should have seen it here!! There's a particular pale blue that winter skies get over here. It's almost silvery. No clouds today. So we went to the gym. And guess where I was, the whole time. Yes. In the sock. Then we went into town. We ran into Myra, the next door neighbour. Myra has a

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Well, she's not sure if Art lives here, but she's making a big list of all the pictures in the condo, and (with help) assigning an estimated value to each, getting ready to auction them. So it's been pretty boring around here. For me, anyway. All the pieces need to be cleaned. Here's what she does. She gets a bucket of warm water and after putting her rubber gloves on, she dips a sponge in it

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Can it be true? Yep, that's me down there on the snowy sand, checking that it's real. Cold, wet snow my friends. No doubt about it. Once we'd got over that, we looked up at the sky and here's what we saw. Wow.

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You'd do the same if she kept putting YOU in a sock...

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The supermarket here is called the Grand Union. Or the GU. Or the Grand Onion. Or sometimes the A&P, which is the brand of supermarket it was before it was a Grand Union. January and February are so quiet here, that the supermarked becomes a meeting place.Conversation overheard yesterday:"Why, hello sweetie, you're still wearing the same jacket. I saw you here in that jacket last week!""Well, I

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Of course she was re-packing at the last minute. Col turned up ten minutes early to take her to the airport, and she was still tidying the house up ready for the house-sitters! But anyway we only left ten minutes late – and in the end we all made it, and soon Miriam and Bif and I were winging our way to the US in a Boeing 747-400 with individual television screens and an entertainment system that

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