{"id":44,"date":"2005-05-04T10:39:20","date_gmt":"2005-05-04T02:39:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kellerberrin.com\/?p=44"},"modified":"2005-05-04T15:20:54","modified_gmt":"2005-05-04T07:20:54","slug":"kellerberrin-wednesday-4-may-2005","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kellerberrin.com\/?p=44","title":{"rendered":"Kellerberrin Wednesday 4 May 2005"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Joining up to a bootcamp in the city. I&#8217;m late with my enrolment and that&#8217;s ok. But i want to go do a different &#8220;campus&#8221; so I trek across through a park. It&#8217;s getting on in the morning and I&#8217;m worried I&#8217;m going to miss out. I bump into Travis at a train station. He&#8217;s older and chubbier than he was at school. He&#8217;s got lines on his face. I congratulate him on his forthcoming appearance in the play &#8220;my right arm&#8221; but unfortunately I&#8217;m not going to be able to make it. I rush off, but Pip&#8217;s power hose in the lane wakes me up before I reach my destination&#8230;<br \/>\n<!--more--><br \/>\nA quiet day, comparatively, yesterday. Anne and Tim drove off west in the old van, leaving \u201cus locals\u201d to get on with whatever it is we need to be doing:<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>I tinkered around with some drink coaster designs. <\/li>\n<li>I went to the bank, twice. There&#8217;s a nice young lad there who is always very polite but we&#8217;ve never exchanged names. <\/li>\n<li>I picked up a bunch of packages from the post office. There is a tall man who works there, I have never learned his name either.<\/li>\n<li>I got some bread and juice from the co-op. I usually wave and say Hi to Rebecca who works in the Westpac bit and books tickets on the train for you. At the checkout there&#8217;s a friendly lady (is her name Cindy?) &#8211; I met her once while waiting for the train to Perth. A few days ago her son, who lives and works in Merredin, pulled up in a gorgeous yellow Kingswood flat bed ute. Anne and I were mucking around with her curtain near the train line, she wanted to video as the train went past. He got out of his ute and came over and asked what we were doing. Anne explained, and he wanted to be in the video. He did a kind of dance, weaving through the hanging strips of the curtain, back and forth, and occasionally popping his head out with a surprised expression on his face. \u201cThat&#8217;s all I wanted to do\u201d he said, and he was off. At the checkout, his mum told me that she has to drive around everywhere with him, since he is still only on his \u201cLs\u201d.<\/li>\n<li>Felena arrived, she&#8217;s quite sick, sniffling and snorting and churning through the tissues. Still working though. We talked about the invitations to the opening and how Cristina and I might best share the exhibition space. This week there are a few boring things like that which we need to finalise. <\/li>\n<li>Inside the gallery, I found Felena talking to Jo and Di. Soon after, Pat arrived. We talked about this crazy idea of making a scarf (a vest, a jumper?) for the pipe. \u201cWhat pipe?\u201d Jo asked. I wondered what town she&#8217;d been living in. THE pipe, of course. We want to make a long scarf (or a vest?) to wrap around the pipe. They all agreed it would be too much work, but I said there was no reason it had to be finished in time for the opening. The main thing would be to get it started. Pat has some raw wool which has only recently been spun, and Di might have some too, in her cupboard. Betty offered to show me how to knit, and we&#8217;re away! <\/li>\n<\/ul>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Joining up to a bootcamp in the city. I&#8217;m late with my enrolment and that&#8217;s ok. But i want to go do a different &#8220;campus&#8221; so I trek across through a park. 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