This Australian film is based on a true story. When Rex is given only three months to live he decides to drive from Broken Hill, New South Wales to Darwin, Northern Territory 3,000 km away. Rex is determined to be the first patient under a newly-created law that allows for physician-assisted suicide. A cab driver by trade, Rex sets out on his journey, much to the chagrin of his friends. The Australian Outback, although very stark in many parts of the film, is beautiful.
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Another busy day
Thursday, October 20, 2016
Last night’s event was frustrating and annoying! It didn’t help that I was already tired before heading out in the rain for my embroidery workshop. I wasn’t familiar with the location but when I Googled the address I realized it wasn’t going to be hard to find. Carola and I set out in plenty of time; the instructor had said she’d be there by 5:45 and so that was when we arrived. We found a spot in the parking lot and headed out in the rain for the front door; it was shut tight. Carola noticed a sign saying that for entry after hours we were to go around the building to the back entrance. That door was also locked. We asked everyone we saw about the class but no one knew anything about it.
At that point, because no one else was looking for the event, we decided to check in at the University as it was co-sponsoring the event. When we got there Carola waited in the car while I went to investigate. I found a couple of people who weren’t able to tell me anything but I eventually found someone who confirmed that the Fibre Space group was definitely in the building we had just been at. So we drove back and started over.
This time when we arrived there was a car parked (illegally I think) right in front of the front door. We parked and headed back to the door but it was still locked. We were lucky that someone was passing by and let us into the building. When we found the designated room there was a note on the door saying the class had been cancelled because the instructor had injured her back.
By the time we got back home I was fuming. I wrote an email to the instructor asking about three things. Why didn’t they advise us by e-mail since they had managed to send out the supply list to everyone just a week before? Why was the cancellation notice not posted on the outer doors? Why was no one else around looking for the class? Her response was that they had notified everyone by phone and email and the note on the door was more for the daytime group. This was the second class in a series of five or six, but the only one I registered for. It was an administrative error that my name was added to the first session and, after the first session, I had been listed as a “no show”.
The instructor is doing the class next Wednesday but I won’t be able to go because I have a Cranberry Hall board meeting. She and I are trying to work out something but whatever we do won’t happen until after I get back from Houston.
Today was meant to be an office day but since I didn’t have a lot of time (and I had a lot of office work to do) I finished the stitching on the last Hallowe’en project. These “little” projects took much longer than I expected so I’m behind on my Advent Calendar. As far as I know there are no quilting deadlines (and I’ll miss the next meeting) so I’ll continue to focus on cross stitching until it is done.
We’re off to the movie this afternoon and I have my redwork workshop tonight at the Guild.
What is wrong with those Americans?
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
We had a great concert last night. Both Mary (Flower) and Nathan (Tinkham) had been here before; Mary for our very first House Concert and Nathan came with Cindy Church for a Cranberry Hall concert. It was like having “old friends” join us and they were both very appreciative of our hospitality. Mary did a wonderful job of promoting our House Concert series at the show last night and I think we’ve picked up a few more followers because of her.
I offered Butter Tarts (because I had more than a few) for dessert at supper last night. Mary had never heard of a Butter Tart; Nathan and Pat tried to explain to her what they were. When I brought some to the table she wasn’t sure how to eat it. She was surprised they came out of the foil and weren’t as messy as she assumed they would be.
After the concert I offered some Pumpkin Slice (because I had more than a bit) and the entire concept of a slice was lost on her. She envisioned a slice of pumpkin similar to a slice of orange – not tempting! She opted for a bagel and cheese before going to bed. This morning I jokingly offered more pumpkin slice and, after an explanation of what it was, she took a small container along for the road trip back to Victoria.
Obviously political views are not the only difference between Americans and Canadians! Nathan had a good explanation for Trump supporters; Trump allows all the closet bigots and chauvinists to come out of the closet. We traded a few Trump jokes and stories around the table.
I’m off to my Sashiko and Boro embroidery class tonight. This afternoon, while I do a couple of loads of laundry, I’ll work on (and maybe finish) my last Hallowe’en cross stitch project.
Can I offer you a treat?
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Often the Friends of the Library group work the concession at Cranberry Hall. This morning the husband of one of the people who usually work for them asked for a ticket to Mary’s show “because my wife is working the concession”.
I asked Pat several times over the last few weeks if he was sure the Friends weren’t working the hall tonight. No, he hadn’t arranged anything he assured me. When I left for quilting Pat was still waiting to hear whether or not I was doing the concession. I’m not.
So would you like a cookie (I have 4 dozen), a butter tart (I have 2 dozen), a slice of pumpkin square (I have a 9×13 pan of them), or perhaps one of 50 Hallowe’en chocolate bars?