All the Way From Scotland.

So it has arrived ~ faster than I was expecting & in excellent condition! With ~ sigh ~ a lovely plastic cover!    It looks & feels like new except for that new book smell.

Now I babbled like a mad woman about it coming all the way from the Isle of Arran, but Scotland, like everywhere else, has lots of immigrants & very ordinary English names but God has a serious sense of humour for when I checked my shipping order it had been signed by * Heather*!  Oh. My.

                                  Swoon.

So now you know what I'm doing for the next day or so...oh, & I've found a complete version of TM&TT online so I may start @ the very beginning & have a full on read~a~thon.

Hardly Peaceful.

Sunday mornings can leave me really tired.  Really drained.  If it's a nice day & the tide is out I like to walk through the mangroves to the point.  I will sit out on the rocks for a while just being quiet.  Maybe praying.  Letting whatever the morning has held just drain away.  Restoring my soul.

I have a problem.  Sometimes two.

Unless I can sneak away undetected my cats like to accompany me.

Kirby has a really well defined idea of where my place is.  He gets terribly upset if I step outside that territory.  And he's a yowler. He yowls until he finds me.  He yowls every time he looses sight of me.  He yowls to let me know he's had enough & thinks it's time to go home.

Marlow squeaks.  He's easier to ignore.  He's also usually right underfoot.

I proceeded to the point accompanied by yowls & squeaks.  It was hardly peaceful.  Rather than repeat the outward journey wherein I was forced to wait while Kirby yowled & protested & insisted I had completely lost him, I decided to climb the hill & walk across the 10 or so acres of the point & slide through the fence  because it is invariably quicker.

It was certainly quicker today! We no sooner stepped out from under the trees onto the sunlit dappled grass than I became aware of the circling shadow.  A whistling kite was on the hunt overhead!  Both cats bolted ~ in different directions.  I shot after them calling madly. *sigh* I'd lock them in the house only then they yowl @ the MOTH.

Strange Connections.

Amazon, having lost my custom, has forfeited to Abe books & Abe, because they are smart, source their books from all over the place & simply link you to whoever stocks what you want.

So there I was looking to see if anyone had either of the last two Marlow books I wanted @ a price I could afford ~ which is becoming more & more unlikely each passing year.  Anyway 55 pounds was a steal so I hastily added Runaway Home to my basket & only later looked to see where the book was coming from.

I am so utterly stoked.  I know.  I know.  Small things give me great joy!  This is the storefront of Johnston's Marine Stores on the Isle of Arran!  Scotland!  An Island! The thought of my book travelling from an island in Scotland to an Island in Australia just tickles my funny bone, don'tcha know.  It has added untold value to the book for me ~ for nebulous & quite surrealistic reasons ~ though I have yet to work out why a marine store is selling good quality used books!

My Grandfather, who spoke with a thick Scots burr until the day he died, was incredibly reticent about the land of his birth.  Having travelled there I sort of see why because there is no doubt he had a much, much better life in Australia than he would have had in Scotland but his silence also cut his family off from their heritage & their roots.  There are things he let slip that one day I might have the time to investigate fully because, comparatively speaking, he didn't come from complete poverty like so many of our Scots migrants did.  His father was a gamekeeper so there was always food on the table but my great~grandfather died early from a ferret bite ~ which just seems astounding now. My great~grandmother was a tiny little woman [by all accounts] with a flame of red hair, who raised their 8 children alone. She came from the Isle of Skye [further north than Arran] & was the last Gaelic speaker in our family.

So when this book arrives [a book I never much liked] it will carry something of Scotland with it.  So odd because it is a story about a very English family.  But each time I hold it in my hands I will remember where it came from & my grandfather, & my great~grandmother on Skye speaking the Gaelic & a vast stretch of  history encompassing Skara Brae & the Lewis Chessmen & all the Standing Stones that ever were & the ancient henges, the Cruthi who held the East & the Scots who invaded from Ireland...which just goes to show how very, very odd my mind really is.

What's more, Johnston's holds other titles I want.  Because it is where it is I may be able to afford those titles before someone else nabs them ~ but isn't life odd?

A Little Forest.

As I have said previously, I have been collecting Antonia Forest.  I had, because Puffin published them in paperback while I was still @ school & inclined to read that sort of thing, all the school stories though they are now in a sad state of disrepair having been reread so thoroughly & so often.

I have now managed to fill all my gaps except for the 2 rarest [& most expensive] of the non school stories.  I would like Falconer's Lure better if  there wasn't quite so much bloodshed & after the first time refuse to read of Peter shooting Jael & have always found it a little odd that the animal loving Nicola so readily participates in blood sports.  Just the same it is full of lovely details about the keeping of hawks & I find it fascinating for that reason alone.

Peter's Room is the one book I never could get my hands on as a child but always wanted to read though as an adult the imaginary world of the Brontes [paralleled by the Marlows during their dreary Christmas break] is wildly disconcerting because in one sense both the writer & the reader are also *Gondaling*, replacing the hum~drum everyday with a far more interesting experience.

I have always wished that Antonia Forest had had a go @ writing fantasy.  She has a knack for sitting on the precipice then bumping you back into reality but that combination of the realistic with the fantastical makes for riveting reading.

Anyway, Amazon having had a spac attack about our GST,  I ordered Peter's Room through the Book Depository ~ whom I always really like because they not only give you free postage but a lovely bookmark @ no cost as well & Girls Gone By has been republishing quite a lot of old but popular children's authors  @ a reasonable cost~ Antonia Forest being one of them.

It is almost impossible to express the delight these books ensure in a reader.  Yes, the characterization is brilliant ~ but lots of authors can do that. Yes, there is plenty of action but~ ditto. Yes, the writing is both succinct & beautiful ~ but...Oddly, for  a children's author of the time, Forest employs both irony & sarcasm ~ wildly delightful to any child mature enough to grasp it & hilarious when you do! The Marlow's formidable grandmother is a joy to behold & Nicola's form teacher, the terrifying *Crommie*, interrogating Nicola over a late library book, is still likely to have me erupting into suppressed giggles.

The other thing that I really, really enjoy [& if your family has never done this I feel sorry for you] is the natural way deep, academic, ethical discussions occur naturally: in the bathroom, on the library floor, while making beds...complex dilemmas with multiple viewpoints: the traditional Catholic Patrick discussing with CofE athiestic Nicola why heresy matters; Lawrie explaining to her cynical grandmother why making people feel *religious* is more important than what she herself believes; academic Karen poring coals of scorn on Ginty's romantic notions of the Brontes [hilarious!].

I have yet to purchase The Marlows & The Traitor or Runaway Home ~ the 2nd & the very last books, both seemingly out of print & otherwise unavailable & neither one of my very favourites.  TM&TT explores betrayal & loyality & how someone can be a likeable person yet quite treacherous @ the same time.  It is a theme she touches on in other books as well: Attic Term; Peter's Room; End of Term; The Thuggery Affair... but RAH I have always found a deeply dissatisfying book with no~one behaving quite like themselves & for Giles [a supposedly responsible naval officer] to behave as he does, just doesn't ring true for me though happily for Peter it is the one book where he begins to understand that courage is not about not being afraid.  Eventually I will purchase them [& replace my tattered school copies] because they form a complete & satisfying whole.

Introvert on the Run.

The time for introversion never lasts & just now recovery times are shorter than usual.  That's the way it goes.  

Saturday I was invited to join my DIL~2~B for her pre~wedding do with her bridesmaids. We went here:

Yep.  All the way into town.  Now my sense of direction is non~existent ~ & driving in Brisbane  does not bring me joy ~ so OT arranged for me to go in with his fiance & her mother.  He was a bit concerned because his fiances family are Anglo~Indian & *Their culture is very different, mum.* I think my kids think I've lived under a rock my entire life.  My favourite author is Rumer Godden.  If  in no other way, I had learnt something about Anglo~Indian culture just from her books.  In all honesty I probably knew more than my son because history is my *thing* & I know all sorts of esoteric things about all sorts of esoteric things.  Besides which, one of the odder things about me is that I accept people as I find them.  Race, colour, religion ~ I seriously don't care.  Are you kind?  Are you interesting? Are we simpatico?

What I wasn't expecting was to be grilled & negotiating a class inquisition is not something I'm very good at.  Had I bought my dress yet?  What does one say to that?  I have not owned a dress since I left high school over 40 years ago & my one skirt no longer fits me.  Nor was I planning on buying something especially for the wedding. Ummm.... I own one pair of shoes: flat sandles which I happened to be wearing @ the time.  I am not a clothes person.   If it's modest & comfortable I am a happy bunny.  I do a lot of my clothes shopping on~line. 

Then it was ~ I guess you've not worked.... *sigh* I've had all sort of jobs: librarian, social worker; teacher's aide...but the honest truth is I always found working & running my household really difficult.  There was always so much to do @ home whereas my son's MIL regrets giving up work because she is bored @ home. I never regretted giving up working outside my home!

There was the assumption that I must hate where I live, so far from the city, when my whole attitude is:  Why would I want to be in Brisbane amongst the smog, the noise, the pollution, the crowds... 

It was like trying to dance through a minefield without blowing the whole place up.

Then about halfway into Brisbane everyone suddenly twigged we were going to a restaurant that specialises in seafood!  Consternation all round.  I live on an island & I don't eat seafood?  Why do people always equate island living with the enjoyment of seafood?  That is not why I choose to live where I do. Despite my assurances that it was fine, I would manage, this is not the first time I've had to negotiate this particular social quagmire, the fuss continued.

By which point I was becoming exhausted.  As an introvert I only have so much social energy & it was being depleted fast.  Then I was being introduced to so many strangers as OT's mum while trying to stay out of my shell enough to be polite & the majority of the 10 or so people were raging extroverts who all knew each other. 

I am, by nature, fairly quiet in a crowd.  I don't mind just being left alone to observe & listen, though as the restaurant filled up listening became more & more difficult.  It was very, very noisy.

And I did manage fine when it came to the food.  Whatever they called this [ saganaki, I believe: grilled Haloumi & capsicum something or other] it was wonderful!  I am not a big eater & often have an entree as my main ~ which is what I did.  It was quite enough for me.

And dessert ~ my speciality, because I do love my sweets & am choosy~ looked & tasted fantastic! The choices were fairly standard: sticky date pudding [apparently their speciality but I don't like it so not an option], pavlova, creme brulee, creme caramel ~ all of which I do like but experience has taught me that it is usually the simpler desserts that are best so I chose the strawberries romanoff .

It really was excellent!

We had a window table with expansive views of the Brisbane River from the  Eagle street pier.

And there was not much left when we were done!

However when we were done I didn't get to go straight home.  We spent some time with DIL~2~Bs parents ~ which was fine & lovely & necessary because we are all about to become family but by the time I hit the jetty it was dark & I was exhausted to the point of nausea.  It is going to take me some time to recover from this week because Sunday was another full on people day!

Woes of an Introvert.

Solitude matters, & for some people it's the air they breathe... Susan Cain

So let's get something straight right @ the beginning:  I love my friends.  I really, really do.  I choose them carefully.  I enjoy my time with them.  I will actually exert myself to spend time with them but...at the end of the day I'm an introvert.  I need serious amounts of time alone. The best thing that happened to me in a long time was the MOTH going to bible school.  Hours & hours to be alone in each day, you know, just my cats & me.  

After the first month or so [yes, it took that long] I began to notice the silence.  It had been hours since I had spoken to anyone.  I began to look forward to the MOTH arriving home...

Our church has got used to me ~ most of them being extroverted extroverts.  They know if I'm needed I'm always available but don't ask me to be sociable just because... which means, as a rule, I have plenty of time to do what I do best: research.  I'm really, really good @ research.  I happily wade through the plethora of available teaching on the net & jealously hoard the best of the best to mete out @ bible studies or incorporate into my preaching & the church benefits. However sometimes one just has to be sociable.  Not because it is expected; most introverts can wriggle out of expectations, but because it is right. 

So I exerted myself to celebrate Sister C's birthday on Tuesday.  Three people @ a time is a lot for me to deal with.  I know.  I know. The majority is against me.  We went to our local Caf, Aunty Alice's, who do really great caf meals & it was wonderful.  Congenial company sitting in the mid~day sun  gently toasting despite the winter chill with views over Quandamooka:  Our dearest Rabqa down from Townsville on a surprise visit; the friend she is staying with & Sister C ~ & can we talk!  We put the world to rights. We should run the place! :)

It is a very loving little group & I enjoyed myself very much.

Wednesday's bible group expanded with the visitors ~ & seriously:  I knew about it; I planned for it; I was prepared for it & it went with a bang! Our regulars know it can be pretty intense what with praise & worship & @ least an hour's prayer ~ though that can become rather extended @ times ~ & I usually have an hours worth of teaching followed by discussion. There wasn't much left from morning tea & the teaching generated lively discussion.  And it is all good. Lovely bunch of ladies.

But now I am sooo tired it is not funny.  Introverts give.  They may not do it a lot but when they do they give everything ~ which is why we need plenty of recovery time. Now...

“Please kindly go away, I’m introverting.” ~ Beth Buelow