Saturday, 30 May 2015
Arrived safely
From above, bright faces in clouds frolick
On land, a grey ceiling threatens
Back to the Wolf Trap Hotel in Vienna. Our favourite Japanese restaurant has closed and the other one had a queue our the door so we ended up at the Amphora which hasn't changed their dishes or their prices for 30 years.
Today we will organise a car, my US phone and the Tomtom which still thinks that it is in Avalon despite the hours it took to upload US/Canadian maps. Maybe it is jet lagged too.
Thursday, 28 May 2015
We are off
And left this behind.
To wait
Sitting
The airline pack was aimed at golfers and included these Argyl print socks.
Jo appreciated them, on me.
Tuesday, 5 August 2014
Falls Creek, 2014
We arrived on Monday evening, July 28 It was foggy but with lots of snow.
On Tuesady we stayed in the lodge because it was still foggy.
On Wednesday we stayed in the lodge because it was raining. The rain absorbed into the snow but conditions were not pleasant.
On Thursday, the wind picked up to tempest rates. All the lifts closed, except for the gully chair. So we stayed indoors.
The weatherman promised snow onThursday night followed by a sunny, skiable weekend.
It snowed foggily all day Friday. I could ski but Jo gave up after one run.
The weekend was glorious with clear, blue sky, crips air, a hard packed base with a light cover of fresh snow and all tows running. Of course, there were heaps of people but that gave us a rest in the chair queue.
But no wi-fi. I found one lodge that had wi-fi in it's foyer but no chairs. And the day shelter's wi-Fi didn't work. So I survived not only a week of variable weather at Falls Creek but also a week without Internet.
And I finished socks.
Monday, 7 July 2014
Jiggety jog
It worked. We got home without incident to an airport stuffed to the gunnels with sleepy passengers, too few customs officials and negligible quarantine bastards. It took well over an hour to escape to The outside.
Now we are home. But tomorrow Jo flys off to Malaysia and Japan. I am staying put until we go to Falls Creek to ski at the end of the month.
Wednesday, 2 July 2014
Aborted flight
We got out onto the runway where we sat for ages while they sorted out a woman who didn't have the right papers to get into Australia. By the time we were back at the gate it was too late for the pilots to have the right amount of rest during the flight so we were shuffled into hotels with a $7 voucher for dinner! And another for lunch and breakfast today. Don't know where the execs eat but it can't be anywhere fancy.
We are feeling as though we only had three hours sleep. I think we got four!
When we booked i today, they had Jo in cattle class and me in Business. As you can imagine, he did not accept that. After a long time on the phone, the lady changed it so that he had a business class seat but on a different plane from me that would arrive half an hour later in Sydney. So we would have travelled like royals.
He wanted to talk "to the supervisor" about the mix up and the bad information given to customers last night (we were told that we would have the same seats on Thursday that we had on Wednesday, for example. The supervisor took it all on board and went off with out tickets to see what she could do. So now we are sitting together, in business class at last.
So far. . . .
Monday, 30 June 2014
CWS done
It was exhausting and exciting. My brain has been stuffed with both complex and simple weaves.
At the Complexity exhibition. This one looks more complicated than it is because she has used painted paper rolls to create the gold zig zag within the loose twill vocen silk.
Woven on 2 shafts with an ondule reed which is a reed with very crooked teeth.
What Bonnie is doing now. She weaves multiple tie downs in a fancy network draft while a few pattern warps weave another complex pattern. The really nice thing about these is that you can see individual threads.
The shaping of this garment was woven in with the crinkled structure a la Diane Totten.
And the sun came out and the cloud moved away from Mt Rainer so it could peek over our hill.
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