Three good Saturdays
The first Saturday we went to Bright for a wedding. Bright is actually paradise. Especially when it's sunny and the trees are blossoming. I wore a dress and sandals all weekend and threatened to go swimming. Jason and I went for a long walk along the river and wondered if the Bright hospital needs a critical care doctor and sonographer. We went to a wedding in Wandiligong (Paradise North). We went off the reservation at the reception, down to the creek at the bottom of the property. I didn't quite go swimming: But I did attempt a Dirty-Dancing re-enactment. It turns out Jason's no Swayze. Last weekend after a long ICU day we rode into the city to see Nihls Frahm, an amazing German pianist with all manner of amps. He played in the Melbourne festival hub, a big hot wooden box of amazing sound. It was a balmy night so we rode home the long way, zooming down the Yarra to bed. Then it was just a breezy (ha!) four more 13 hour shifts befor