There has been a great exhibition at the National Museum here in Canberra. It is a collection of ancient Greek artifacts, mainly from their colonies scattered around the Mediterranean rather than from Greece itself. The entry to the museum has been upgraded since I was there last. The
paths are lined with native shrubs and the main path from the car park
has an inclined wall of mirrors to confuse people like Dad. Actually, I was surprised to see just how many Greek cities there were, all around the Med. No wonder the Romans considered them a threat to their expansion. This is one of the best presented exhibitions I have seen, the lighting is just right to allow clear view of both the exhibits and the captions. The exhibits ranged from large statues to tiny jewellery, but the thing I liked best was the armour. The guy that it belonged to was tiny compared to people today. Naturally, there was a shop so I found a new friend, a duck with an Olympic wreath - I call him Quackimedes. From Canberra the exhibition goes to Perth and then back to Britain.
Labels: Canberra, museum
Where does the time go? It's over a week since Christmas and my substitute author (Dad) hasn't got away from his hobby desk to update the blog for me. A quick poke with a sharp pencil has got him back to the keyboard. Well, the first thing I did on Christmas Eve was to get a goodies plate ready for Santa and Rudolph. Now I know that reindeer don't eat carrots, but tradition has to be followed. The plate is always empty on Christmas morning anyhow. Then we went over to Bro Trent's place to watch the carols on his ginormous TV, eat pizza, drink wine and swap presents. Of course there were presents and a sizable bit of cash under my tree in the morning. One of the new things I found this Christmas (actually Mum found them) is marzipan fruit. I was not sure that this was suitable small bear food, but one bite and all doubt disappeared - this is wonderful fodder. We met up with many friends, including my favourite, Unka Patrick, who makes me interesting holiday shirts. Actually, the strangest thing about Christmas is the way that the Oldies dress strangely and act even stranger. Christmas is a great time at our house.
Labels: Canberra, Christmas
