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Wow sometimes its worth getting up early .Sitting at the bus stop at 6.26am for the 631 to Nambour watching as Noosaville comes to life …..Looking across to the serene waterways as a pair of pelicans like miniature sea planes come in to land ,a flock of wild geese too many to count surge by . The bleary eyed joggers are out pounding the foot path as if their bodies have obliged by keeping their appointments with their alarm clocks and their goal planners but their spirits are somewhere still off in the land of nod . Further down the road as the bus trundles through the rural precincts of Tinbeerwah on its way to Eumundi a mist rises through paddocks where horses and cows graze A thin gold band of bright light hugs the earth in a crescent arc which softens and widens as the sun climbs up over the horizon and the sky is awash with gentle sunrise hues of soft pale pink mauve and blue
I am thinking of a man I love who warms me from the inside who contacts me everyday but cant bring himself to live openly in and speak openly of the truth of the feelings he has for me .
A bit further down the road high upon a treelined ridge to the left with is it Mount Cooroy or Mount Coolum I’d have to look it up in the background the silhouettes of a row of lacy trees appear looking for all the world like the slightly uneven hem of a womans black lace petticoats
I have to get up early I am doing the honours with organizing the flowers for Delita She cooks the yummiest morning teas for us Luckily Coles has some lovely bouquets .I choose one with mauve chrysanthenums and apricot gerberas Choosing cards can be tricky I want one that says thanks very much but not this over the top maudlin saccharine sticky sweetness ……..I find one that says ‘thanks very much’ with a cute bear on it
Gerry does the honours in calling everyone to attention I present the bouquet and Delita receives her gift with characteristic shyness and self deprecation admist cheers and claps from the group.
It’s a very good morning .
Later I am having lunch with the ladies at the Palmwoods Bowls club .We have come to check out the Palmwoods crafts group exhibit. Some really beautiful and exceptional work .At lunch I remark to Win all the Palmwoods ladies seem quite old.Ah she remarks but so interesting with such stories to share .She tells us that one of the ladies used to be a ballerina and as a sewer found herself prevailed upon to making an adjustment to Rudolf Nureyevs tights Apparently she had to sew a flower over a strategic spot at the front of the tights and as she stood poised apprehensively with needle and thread in hand was heard to remark to Nureyev ‘ Don’t Move’
But wasn’t he wearing a cod piece asked someone ? I’m intrigued I have heard of cod pieces but not quite sure what they are .It cracks me up as everyone goes into great detail with expressive hand gestures to describe a cod piece .I got the picture Its like a house a box or a bag for safe keeping for the family jewels I realize ……
One lady remarked that male cricketers were wearing cod pieces 100 years before they started wearing protective head gear so she deduced men decided much earlier on it was more important to protect their manhoods than their brains…………