For the fourth day snowing – it is snowing. Magnificent. For the fourth day coughing – I am coughing and carrying around an intense flu. Pathetic to be ill when the flakes are falling for me and demanding snow people to be constructed! The time in bed has allowed me to ponder on the world and also read as much German inspired literature as possible. I did, however, put aside Rilke’s prose, as it was starting to reflect my condition – being about an ill fellow who was hallucinating and seeing his dead ancestors.
Back in Hobart – the bag has arrived safely and the contents will be sorted for the first of a quartet of exhibitions of the duffle bag.
An Enormous thanks to our Poetry Commander, Commander Vine, who picked up the bag for us and was, yet again, involved in a media frenzy (!) as journalists at the Hobart Mercury snapped the handover.
Our darling Ms Bonny Cassidy has left the building and when I return to The Red Room it will be to assess new applicants for the role of Education Officer. In the meantime Ms Bennett is overseeing the 2010 beginning of Red activities and the rest of the world carries on as if Christmas never was.
