“To make an end is to make a beginning” wrote T.S. Eliot.

And alas the Christmas holidays must end. But it was a wonderful time! After our Reader’s Digest Xmas trip to Denmark, I made 2 dresses, kept up the early morning jogging/cycling excursions, watched movies (highlight: “The Skin I Live In” & Pimp My Ride reruns), beach breakfasts, reading Noir Crime short stories, joining-leaving-rejoining Facebook, swimming, shopping, plenty of catnaps, and catching up with friends.

Back to the world of reality and responsibility. Hello 2012!

Last weekend seemed to have a red theme.
L: Paul & his Crankster buddies recently painted this red rocket onto the wall at the workyard
M: Crusing the bike path at City Beach on a ride to Scarbs
R: Sewing with red cross-hatched fabric

I love the changing colours of the elm leaves out front. Autumn arriveth.

Now that I’ve stopped hyperventilating, let me report on the faaaabulous Chris Isaak concert last night in Kings Park.

The first CD Paul & I ever bought was Wicked Game, around 1990. And the man has the gift – the next-best voice to Elvis and after last night, I might just revise that opinion! Mr Isaak is a suave raconteur, and sang a range of songs from his back catalogue and Mr Lucky, plus some Johnny Cash, Roy Orbison and a little Love Me Tender.

It was a perfect, still night in Perth and we enjoyed our picnic on the grass, and (although the stage was a little distant) an amazing concert. Come back soon Chris, ya hear?