Singular Scene

Well, it has been a bit quiet from me lately… it isn’t for lack of anything going on… more like a lack of inspiration and a bit of a blue fug…

I mentioned back in Jan the difficulties surrounding doing work for a friend… it has become all a bit surreal where I think there has been all sorts of misinterpretation of our actions and things that have been both said, and unsaid. I got the impression all was less than well when I submitted a quote for work he wanted done and the only response I received was a request for the tools required so he could try it out for himeslf. In fact, it is the 2nd time he has asked for a quote and then not responded to it, I mean, at all, not positvely, nor negatively. Nothing…

I am trulynot upset by his choice not to take me up on my services but I am really bothered that he didn’t have the bottle to say, thanks deeleea, a) can we talk about your price? or b) do you mind if I try and save cash by going it alone?

Seems like it all has got a bit personal.

Sigh.

The truth is, I feel better of out of the whole mess, there were too many paralells with situations I found myself in during the “Year from Hell”. But it bites that to save myself, I have to distance myself from friends.

I marvel.

I spent years, and years and years at the mercy of my inferiority complex which was all centred around the fact that it was Christianity that made me and my family different (read socially retarded) from everyone else. From my school years right through most of my 20’s this fear prevented me from developing any kind of relationship with anybody outside the church circles I moved in.

Tragic. Ghastly.

The reason I have been mulling this over is that I spent the evening with Bet and 2 other girls this evening, none of whom are involved in church related activities and we passed the time away playing cards… Worse still, there was money at stake*… to compound the whole scenario further, we plan to do it again in 2 weeks… and finally, to add insult to injury … we are playing at my house.

Hah… she says… thumbing her nose at convention.

Gasp… I know, a veritable scandal, and my Baptist ancestors will be striking my name from the family plot in heaven… But we had a great time, there was no barrier of creed, a language barrier yes…. 2 of the participants are German, the other a fluent German speaker so I was the minority in more ways than one, but none of that mattered… we laughed ourselves silly (contributed in no small part by the excellent bottle of Shiraz on the table … egads… I’m on a slippery slope now…) and I believe we could be well on the way to developing great friendships.

“The church” has a lot to answer for in having alienated people whose lives could have been vastly different if there were less people like me spending years sticking to the safety of the familiar and more spending time and being the kind of person in “the world” who loves God but loves people too. I mean, it wasn’t as if He shut himself away in the temple and didn’t meet with the great “unwashed” was it? Sadly, it was that behaviour which belonged to the very people who asassinated him…

Anyway, I am loving having a friend who is introducing me to more people than I would have had the privilege of meeting otherwise, giving me the opportunities to do fun things I wouldn’t normally do. That’s Life Enriching… as life enriching as worship, as prayer and as the study of Scripture. (And you know, I wouldn’t be lying if I said, it felt as though it were sometimes even more so…)

*A grand total of $8.00 was pooled at the end of the night contributed in most part by yours truly owing to the most points gathered at the end of the inaugural evening of “International” rules Rummy (Romme)

I have had an interesting couple of days and have been working furiously on getting all the trivial little details of my current website project out of the way so I can get shot of it altogether.

Hence no blogging…

I have learned the hard way that doing a site for a friend is fraught with problems and after a particularly heated meeting on Thursday night where I found myself feeling all the same stuff I thought had gone with the passing of the year I felt it best to get my head down, get the site to a place where I am happy to have my name on it and then pass it on.

In spite of the trauma it is a good lesson (or 4) to get out of the way early…

If you are the designer …
1. Don’t do contra deals… you will still end up on the losing end of the bargain.
2. Be very clear about what you are offering to do.
3. Don’t take criticism personally.
4. Don’t get invested in the project even if you and the client are friends, it’s just a job.

This is insane, like telling a perfectionist it doesn’t have to be perfect… that’s the drama, if I want my name on his site as the designer… it has to be just right!

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I’m aware I could be overreacting. But in a meeting where there was no dialogue, instead, a monologue of changes required and no room for discussion I felt like I was right back where I started with the loss of my ‘voice’ in my old job.

So … if you don’t hear from me in the next couple of days … you’ll know I am still obsessing…

Words Fail me… so here are some penned by someone else who saw the show the night before…

I was a little excited … Miss Lisa will testify to just how excited… I couldn’t sit still all day… couldn’t stop doing the happy deeleea shuffle which looks a little like the dancing baby dance from Ally McBeal…

But less cute…

The Opera House was abustle with punters for Harry… and for Tosca… it was easy to tell them apart… tuxedos versus stonewash… Champagne versus Chardonnay … or lager. The venue is, of course, sublime… despite the pink upholstery (bet you can’t read about THAT in your Lonely Planet guides…), the crowd appreciative… and relaxed.

And Harry?

Sigh…

Easy on the eye? … Check!
Easy on the ear? … Check!
Easy on the funny bone? … Check!
Easy on the wallet? … Well no… but worth every penny!

I am no jazz aficionado, I appreciate it enormously, as I do most great musicianship, and lyricism. Harry’s voice, particularly in his low register (singer speak) is drool inducing and quite frankly the man has soooome sex appeal. Satorially beautifully turned out and thoroughly able to keep up with the Aussie sense of humour Harry had it all on stage last night. I can’t believe it was all over in 2 hours. Well worth the wait, and completely over too soon. His band, particularly as they got all “New Orleans” in the middle of the show were incredible too…

Sigh…

I have to confess I came pretty close to trying to secure tickets for his turn in the Hunter Valley on Saturday night… Of course $120.00 would be much easier to justify for Harry than it would for Australian Citizenship… However… I reneged deciding that it may be possible to have too much of a good thing…