I was baptised Catholic, and I continue to claim it for a) the source of the guilty feeling I get when I call in sick to work even when I am legitimately sick and b) celebrating Shrove Tuesday with pancakes.
This year I decide to try crepes, for something different. They’re supposed to be really easy. I still manage to kinda stuff them up, but then I cover them in lemon juice and sugar and everything is okay again. Hands down my favourite kinda crepe/pancake topping.
Today’s actually fairly quiet after the excitement of the weekend, where I volunteered for the tenth Australian Wooden Boat Festival. Yeah, it does what it says on the box, but it was a lot more interesting than I thought it would be, speaking as a non-boating person. I have some clothes with stripes on them and a couple of pieces of jewellery with anchors but that’s about as boating as I get, and yet wandering around the festival when I wasn’t on shift was still super interesting. Wooden boats are beautiful creatures.
I totally fell in love with Notorious, the pirate ship, but that’s because I’m a nerd and I love a gimmick.
Why volunteer for a festival you’re possibly not even interested in?, I hear you ask. Firstly, mind your own business. Secondly, just kidding. Thirdly, I decided when I moved down here that in order to become a part of the community, I should probably get involved in the community, and I’ve always been a fan of festivals. So I started signing up for whichever ones I could, which led to me spending the weekend in a bright red polo shirt (quite nice as far as volunteer shirts go, to be quite honest) standing in a big orange shipping container and providing festival punters with any information they asked for, if I a) knew it or b) could find it out on their behalf.
But, I digress. It’s just that today is an in-between day! The festival was on the weekend, and tomorrow is Galentine’s Day, but today is just for chilling out. Oh, and starting my week as guest host of @WeTasmania! I don’t muck about.
I also have the company of an excellent guest for the week, a lovely gent by the name of Matthew who is down here to do some musical workshopping. We actually know each other from a different life—not in the psychic sense, but from back when I was in primary school in central Queensland and my mum was in the musical society in town. It’s so random that our paths should cross again, but also totally excellent. I’ll miss him when he goes and he’s only been here one night!