Palm Tree Hairdo

 A terrace house in Marrickville, qith a mad hair style when viewed from the correct angle

Vaccination

I got my second dose of Astrazeneca vaccine yesterday out in Belmore so I'll be fully vaccinated soon

 

 

 

 

In the post vaccination room with a  couple who had also just had the COVID shot.

 

 

Bits and pieces of the room where I waited to convince the nurse to let me have my 2nd dose of Astrazeneca after 6 weeks rather than wait 12.

Mum's vaccinated herself now but she's pretty old and the government and ATAGI had just destroyed confidence in the Astrazeneca vaccine in the depth of winter with a replacement  only on the distant horizon. (Is this for the political benefit it gives the LNP federal government, to drag out the emergency  and give them a chance to win an election after they smooth over a few difficulties with the ladies?). That had to mean they had spare doses.

It wasn't too hard to convince the nurse and the team there, there were only a few elderly people getting their 2nd dose. No Pfizer at all will be available for weeks yet, so it must be frustrating. One guy who looked to be in his 60s was escorting his mum for her 2nd dose and said he'd be waiting for the Pfizer. (Hey mate, one in 10 infected are hospitalised, with half of them in intensive care)

 

Now there's an outbreak that looks to be exploding across Sydney which has exposed the risk assessment done when ATAGI binned AZ to be totally ill-conceived and insane. Only 1 person had died (in Australia) from COVID since January and 2 had died  from vaccine sideeffects. But that was summer and now its winter and there's a hotel quarantine outbreak every week of increasingly infectious variants. And millions have died from COVID this year. 

Madness

 

Fig Tree in Victoria Park

 

 

 

When some dry weather returned 
I got back to the fig tree in Victoria Park to sit in the space created by its curtains of aerial roots to paint a bit more of its portrait

 

 

The room uynder the tree. I've always had a fantasy of growing a house by training a fig

 

 

 

A painting I started a couple of weeks ago but haven't got back to yet as the weather's been miserable

 

Mr Cat

Thecat who moved in.

 

 

 

 

Happiness is a warm amplifier for Mr Cat. Here's some drawings of him in the same spot.

 

winter hop leaves

 

 

A little fluoro painting of the hop vine on the fence dropping its leaves, this photo is under daylight though

 

Mr Cat

 Mr Cat - aka Boots - was hanging out in the wood stacks out back since before I got here about 4 years ago. He was always well fed and too fussy to take anything we offered so we didn't need to feed him at all, and I've never seen the telltale feathers and pair of wings  that cats leave behind when they kill birds so it was good to have him around, just to keep the rats wary.

Last year he hurt himself. Maybe a piece of timber rolled onto his foreleg and he couldn't walk on it at all. After maybe a day I realised he couldn't get home and must be starving, wherever it was, so I found something he would eat, some raw meat.

I started researching to find his owner, after a day or 2 my friend Jules found out via a Cat Ladies facebook page, it was very close too the back yard, but upstairs. I didn't meet the lady but left her a note explaining the situation, saying Mr Cat was being fed but she could come and get him, take him home/to her vet.

She never showed up and as days went by Boots foot was healing,after a week or so he started to put it on the ground again and as another went by  he wasn't quite so ginger on it.

By turns he recovered, seemingly without lasting effects, the leg isn't deformed and he doesn't tfavour  it so maybe it was just badly bruised rather than broken at all.

I think his owner has now got another desexed(?) tomcat, who followed him home when he was stuck outside for a couple of days while a neurotic elderly Jack Russell was staying. He got bite wounds on his face and bum, and for a while looked like he might do himself in with obsessive grooming so we had to feed him a tiny bit of valium with his food for a few weeks so they could heal. 

Thankfully he's mended, and having realised he can make himself at home, he's acting like lord of the manor. On top of the amplifier is a favourite spot, it's always comfortably warm, and is a good protected vantage point at the doorway, where the average dim doggy doesn't notice him.

So it's time to put him to work, doing what he does best as a model. having a kip in a nice warm spot.

 

 

A couple of drawings, the one at bottom also accompanies the evil geniuses in the post below.  I've also started a little painting which I'll add shortly

shifty politicians, and Mr Cat

 

 

Christian Porter, former attorney general. and WA's gift to the Ladies - a picture of empathy, as ever

 

 

Rudy Giuliani

 

These drawings will also land on my neglected Political Geometry blog, which I aim to make active again

 

 

Every evil genius needs a cat asleep on a warm amplifier by their tapping, bejewelled fingers