Gertrude’s Diary #17 – Excuses, waterfalls and hair

Gertrude's Diary

I should apologise that Gertrude”s year thus far has been so scarcely reported. But you”d probably thank me if you knew what I”d been doing. It”s just not that exciting. And I don”t have Chiffon”s remarkable eloquence, or Evil Alessandra”s unique perspectives. It”s just me and the housework, mostly.

I was studying for a while earlier this year, but that didn”t really work out. I also helped an ex-colleague with his newly acquired business, so my precious lunchbreaks, evenings and days off were spent plugging away producing on-hold messages. It”s very difficult to get excited about the business audio business, let me tell you, especially after a hard day not getting excited about menial public service research tasks. And, did you know, I was incapacitated at Easter time? Yes, that”s right, I executed a perfect Charlie Brown-esqe prat-fall when trying to kick a ball. Had a bruised coccyx and whiplash ” it hurt whenever I sneezed, coughed, or laughed myself silly at my own pathetic attempts at sport.

But it hasn”t been all pain and duty. There have also been some pleasant occasions this year. I was Godmother at a christening, attended several important birthdays ” including a 40th and a 21st on the same day, and there are the regular pleasures of podcasting and the occasional evening with friends. Gracious. And they say Canberra is boring. I think we make our own fun here; just give us a nicely planned city and good employment and, boy! Do we ever get up to some high-jinks.

Plus, we”re not that far from the coast, and there are some beautiful back-roads to take there. (I know, I know. Not being far from somewhere is rarely a great recommendation for a city.) We recently went away for a weekend of music and merriment in beautiful Bawley Point, driving through Tarago and Nerriga. Here”s a picture of a waterfall on the Tianjara River; you can quite easily walk to the edge, but my legs get wobbly in proximity to heights, so I just enjoy the view from a safe distance.

If you listen to our podcasts then you will have heard us talking about my rather radical haircut. People keep asking me about it, and I think the biggest change I”m experiencing is that everyone wants to talk about my head all the time. How does it feel? Are my ears cold? Do I have a hat? What am I going to do with all the hair I had? (The answer to that last question; give it to a sculptor. Of course.)

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