bilateral kellerberrin

Here we are, at the start of the last day of the residency. It’s a day just like any of the other days since April 6th. The difference, obviously, is that today at 4pm our exhibition will open. But that is just another event in a period which has been filled with events. There are lots of things to do before 4pm. But there will be no stressing. There will be no worrying, and there will be no racing around like an idiot to try and get everything “finished”. There will only be taking on each task, one at a time, until the tasks, or the time, runs out.

And then there will be further things that happen, but I know what they are yet.
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It’s 9.35am. Last night I didn’t get to sleep until after four, so this typing is understandably shakey. I stayed up to format all the text from the blog entries, into some sort of printable format. All these pages will be printed out on IASKA’s bubblejet, then photocopied a hundred times on the Pipeline copier. Today, being Friday, is the last day the Pipeline office will be open. So it’s now or never.
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For the first time ever in Kellerberrin, I was up before eight. When Glen dropped off his nail gun shortly after seven, and I was awake and dressed, waiting for him. What was I going to do now? I couldn’t go back to bed. I decided to go for a walk. So here it is: my expedition to The Right Side of the Tracks.
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In my dream I’m up by the time Glen arrives. He’s come to lend me his air compressor and nail gun. It’s dark outside, and snowing. He taps on the side door and we head out to his truck to get the gear. We sit inside the cab while he taps away at a computer trying to get the co-ordinates right. Each time he clicks on a particular function, another one pops up. It seems to be an ongoing problem. By the time my alarm clock rings (in the real world) the dream-Glen has still not solved his computer issues. I reluctantly drag myself out of bed (it’s 6.50am) and put on some coffee while I wait for the real-Glen to pull up.
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I’ve just had a call from Betty Johnson, who said she had a call from the lady last night who has the buttons for me. Someone’s going to drop them off to Betties (the shop) maybe later in the day, but at the moment she can’t get through to the husband of the lady who has the buttons because he’s sleeping, and he’s the one who’s going to drop them off. Or something.

The details were a bit confusing, but the message is the same: the classified ad in the Pipeline took less than 24 hours to deliver a result! Before long, my Keller Volunteer Fire Brigade outfit will be complete (except for shiny shoes, I bet they used to wear nice shiny shoes…)

Pipeline day again! And sadly, for me, the last one. I rolled out of bed and trundled down to the Telecentre to see if my classified ad had been accepted. I was worried they’d think it was too trivial for inclusion. But never fear: the Pipeline’s non-editorial policy held firm, and the ad was published as written. (See Sunday 22 May for the ad itself)…

No calls yet though, about those elusive silver buttons.
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Chris wanted to go back to Old with Style. Last time he was in Keller (April 25), he saw, but did not buy, a small red lacquered table he “needed”. Colin, the proprieter, has a mantra: “If you like it, you should grab it, cos it might not be there next time!” And he was right. Chris had missed out on his table. It’s possible that he then took Colin’s dictum overboard, snapping up a painted-landscape tin table, a lamp with dangly fabric tassles, and the piece de resistance: a whisky decanter that plays “the star spangled banner”.
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Thankfully, a very quiet day yesterday, mainly spent writing in this blog. Egad! How self-referential can you get? Here’s hoping this next week (the final one!) is not ONLY filled with blog damage-control and incessant references to the upcoming exhibition and film screenings.

(By the way, if you want all the details of the show, I have created a new page called “IASKA exhibition info” – click on the link at the right…)
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Greg was in town to do some business yesterday arvo, and popped by to say hello. As luck would have it, I had just stuck up in the window the blog entry for the visit we made to Greg at North Baandee. He stood there reading it for a bit, while I chatted to Pat. I didn’t want to bother him while he read it, as I wanted his frank feedback.

He gave it…
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Generally, with this blog, I’ve been trying to write each day, about the events of the previous day. The following, however, is written one day “late” – on Saturday May 21st. This time-lag seems to happen at the end of every week, and it’s partly brought on by the workshops I’ve been running down in Cunderdin. Those classes generate a lot of material to be processed (text, photos, sound, video) and it always takes me a while to catch up. As a result, these notes are a bit “impoverished” in detail.
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