© irene waters 2017

Glad you came out with me for a cup of coffee today. It is such a lovely spot for coffee sitting on the floating restaurant/coffee shop near the bank of the Noosa River. It is a funny spot as the river between the Boat House (restaurant’s name) and the bank is classified as National Park and no fishing is permitted. As a result sitting on the deck sipping your drink you see shoals of huge fish, medium size fish and fry in their hundreds (and no, I am not exaggerating.) Order whatever your fancy and we’ll sit and chat. Oh by the way — don’t my feet look fantastic. I am dancing again and my foot life is superb.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I have had a nice relaxing week. The heat wave that the Eastern States have been experiencing might be one reason why or I might have just gone a go slow after seeing my Supervisor who told me I am almost ready to resubmit. I hadn’t been to my office at the university since my feet were operated on as I had submitted and anything I had to do I did from home, so it came as a total shock to go in and find my office no longer exists. My desk contents had been packed into a box. My campus at Noosa has enlarged so greatly that the teaching staff have increased in size so they have moved all researchers to another area on campus. I went in to print out my work and found the new desk isn’t set up for networking to the printer and various other little hiccoughs including my laptop decided to throw in the towel. Now I have no choice but to work from home until they can fix it. Just hope all my files can be saved.

Last weeks book review was Sugar and Snails by Anne Goodwin. I would highly recommend this book. This week will be the start of my Australian Authors with the book Harp in the South. I also started my cruising series and joined in a few photo challenges. Currently I am reading The Sitter by another Australian author, Alex Miller.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you I took my Mum to see the Australian film Lion the other day. It is the story of a six year old Indian boy who becomes lost and is eventually adopted by a Tasmanian couple. Based on a true story it looks at lost children in India, identity and an adoptees desire to know family. Beautifully filmed but, as I find often the case with Australian films, perhaps a bit slow in places and could have been made shorter as a result. Would I recommend it – as I like to be transported away from the realities of life when I go to the movies I have a few hesitations in saying I would recommend it although I do think it is probably worth seeing.

If we were having coffee I’d hand over to you to tell me about your week, what you are reading and what the temperature is like where you live. I suggested to Trent on his last weeks coffee share that as he was experiencing a cold snap and we a heat wave it could make a good dance. His reply was so good I have to share  it “The bass started off, low and mean, and I went out and did the Cold Snap. But when the horns came blaring in, loud enough to peel the paint off of the ceiling, she jumped on the dance floor doing the Heat Wave. Cool jazz and hot rhythms from the opposite sides of the world, the new dance spread like a wildfire blown ahead of blizzard winds.” Writing like this means I’m looking forward to reading his book, Seasons of Imagination, a book of short stories.

Thank you for joining me and thank you to Diana for hosting our weekend coffee share and to share a coffee with others go here.