Gotta Give It a Go.

I'm sitting in my bed, early in the morning, watching my ceiling fan gently spin. There's the faint sound of traffic in the distance and a cicada is singing in the garden. A cool breeze from the fan, and from the open window behind me, brushes across my chest.

I'm wondering if this will come to anything or if I am simply trying to copy my Friend's pursuit - who can tell? I suspect that my creative talents lay behind the still camera lens but, hey, my cousin was a published poet in Hungary and I used to enjoy English Composition when I was at school, so why not give it a go?

One of the many, oft repeated adverts here in Melbourne is one for funeral insurance and it features the idea of being remembered the way you would want to be remembered; it made me think "What will I be remembered for or what do I want to be remembered for?"

I hope that I will be remembered for being someone who gave life and the opportunities that it presents "a fair go." I've tried many things and, irrespective of their merits or success, I hope that I have learned from all of these experiences. I certainly learned from my time in Tasmania that, although I like the peace and quite and solitude of a rural homestead, I also miss the stimulation of theatres, museums, galleries and cinemas, as well as the proximity of people, even if I don't necessarily wish to interact with said people.

One of the first museum visits I'll make will be to the Tutankamun exhibition at Melbourne Museum - this takes me back to my childhood in the late 60s, I think it was, when a similar exhibition came to London, although I only got to see the photos in the Sunday Times magazine.

Hmmm, some times you do get second chances.