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Post #107 Sunday 10 February 2019 – Update, scheduling changes

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These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦

Sunday 10 February 2019

You have not heard from me over summer, so it’s a long overdue greeting for the New Year.

As some of you know I had a bad experience last year with a stalker and it has taken the shine off my happy escort life.  During this last couple of months I have been doing another job in addition to escorting, so I haven’t been posting and I have reduced the hours I am available.  The new scheduling arrangement will continue for the future.  I will post my availability for each coming week by Sunday evening (please text me if you dont see it, I might be running late).

It was a very dry period leading up to Christmas and the wildflowers on the country block were very few this year.  In past years there has been a profusion of colour and variety but this year it was all very subdued.  I did see one wildflower that I haven’t seen before though.  Although it was quite common looking – simple structure, bright yellow – I am pretty sure it was a new sighting for me.

Here it is:

 

 

 

The natural world managed to be beautiful in the city too.  There was a very small, perfectly formed  pale green moth on the window sill at Potts Point one morning.  Here it is:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And I managed to get a fair amount of snorkelling and diving in over the summer.  Be warned this is not a lingerie shot! 🙂  It was taken during a dive on the south side of Botany Bay at a place called The Steps.

xx MG

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Post #103 Sunday 18 November 2018 – Signs of Summer

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These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦

Sunday 18 November 2018

 

There is a gecko that lives somewhere on the south side of my balcony.  It must hibernate over winter. Come October November evenings I can hear it start to make the little series of chk chk chk chk sounds that are so reminiscent of warm happy times.  It still amazes me that the gecko comes very year twelve floors up to my highrise home.

 

Another favourite sign of summer is the appearance of great quantities of mangoes at the local shops –  flavour, fragrance and texture are all summer.

 

Here is a selfie of some new lingerie.  It has a soft pink fabric and is called Ballet Slipper…

xx MG

Post #91 Saturday 16 June 2018 – At home

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♦ mature Sydney escort ♦

Saturday 16 June 2018

Well I was a sorry lot this week.  I had a bad flu and lay in bed almost the entire time.  I got up to do one massage (as I love doing massage), but expired again immediately after.  Everything else was cancelled for which I am very sorry.  The chances that I was contagious were high and there was no good risking other people as well.  It’s times like this past week I miss my kittens especially (now in kitten heaven), they were always such sweet company if you were laid low.

I did watch some television on my laptop though, propped up in bed.  As some of you know I don’t own an actual televsion.  I finally got to see the BBC series Wolf Hall which was every bit as excellent as I had heard (and I’d loved the book).  I also watched some of Anthony Bourdain’s travel and food diaries.    So it’s been a quiet week for me.  The only thing that didn’t slow down was the rate at which I am obliged to feed the lorikeets.  If they know I am home they come and peer in at the windows and glass doors.  They are absolutely relentless.

Your glamorous aunt

MG xx

Trying not to feel sorry for myself…

Post #92 Sunday 24 June 2018 – Flowering trees and the allegory of the unicorn

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♦ mature Sydney escort ♦

Sunday 24 June 2018

I haven’t posted about any flowering trees for a little while. My flowering tree this time is a lemon tree, not from local life but from a set of French medieval tapestries that have been on exhibition at the Art Gallery.

I specially like this tree because it accurately depicts that habit which many lemon trees have of flowering and fruiting at the same time.  And the flower of a lemon tree has one of the most evocative scents.

The context of the tapestries is the age of chivalry in the late Middle Ages.  But there is no trace of darkness or punishing cloistered religious life that we so often associate with the Middle Ages.  Instead it’s a sensual paradise of garden, music and luxury.  The mythical unicorn appears in all the tapestries together with the virgin maiden.  The story has it that the unicorn is only tame for the virgin lady.

Curiously I found in my investigations that the original unicorn figure – a mythical wild man from Mesopotamia – was civilised only by the temple whore.  I was interested to  learn in that social reality the temple whore was a respected figure herself charged with the responsibility of making men into better versions of humanity than they were when left to their own devices.

Your glamorous aunt MG xx

Post #69 Sunday 14 January 2018 – On the balcony and in the pool

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♦ mature Sydney escort ♦

Sunday 14 January 2018

I am posting this letter a little behind schedule because I was very busy this weekend doing homework for an entry level scuba diving course.  The chance to do the course only emerged last week so I had very little time to complete all the online homework which turned out be to quite intense.  If I had a little more time to practise calcuating residual nitrogen “times” using the old tables (not the now standard dive planning software) I might have become a whiz!  As it was, I really only finished just in time for the first practical day –  from which I am now trying to recover.  My ears just would not equalise easily with underwater pressure changes once we got out of the pool and into the deeper ocean dives in the afternoon.  It meant the dives were slow to start.  So once I can get ahead with the threshhold physical challenges, there will be lots of new adventures to come with scuba diving.  I will post some photos of this episode once I have finished the course.

On the balcony we had a couple of developments in recent times.  The first is that I had to bring the composting worms – the Miriams, inside because the heatwave would have fried them.  They are happily set up in a corner of the lounge room, do not be alarmed there is absolutely no smell, they just carry on as before quietly eating my kitchen scraps.  The worm factory tutors I consulted a few years ago when I decided to get the worms told me that an established colony (such as mine is now) can be anywhere between 20 – 30,000 worms. Fancy that.  Very impressive number of urban wildlife units.

Also on the balcony we had the beginning of an experiment in potato farming.  I was recently given a special potato growing bag.  Here is a photo of the bag filled with earth to the first level, the illustrated instructions I am following, the potatos I want to use as the mother plants (once they develop little shoots from their “eyes”), together with a guest appearance from my pedicure and sarong.

I was separately given some seeds (medicinal herbs and two types of sunflower) by a girlfriend. Having followed her directions carefully, I am seeing early signs of successful germination… The plants inside the apartment grow beautifully, perhaps the ones now germinating on the balcony will too.  Stand by for a progress report in the coming months.

Signing off  MGxx scuba goddess 101

 

Post #68 Sunday 7 January 2018 – Rejuvenation grout and the New Year

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♦ mature Sydney escort ♦

Sunday 7 January 2018

It’s the New Year and I don’t do resolutions so much as I find myself somehow embarking on various new projects, generally a bit domestic.  This New Year it seems to be Rejuvenation Grout.

Well I have bought the product and I am hoping it will transform the tired tiles of the bathroom into something a bit more, hmmm luminous may be :-), or just a bit whiter would be ok.

It’s been a nice start to the year otherwise.  I had a lovely unexpected visitor on Saturday afternoon.  I don’t often get magpies up on the 12th floor so it was a treat to hear that melodic gargling sort of song so close by.

I drove back from the country on Saturday and listened to the radio on the way – as a lot of you know, I love the radio.  On this trip the ABC was rebroadcasting a feed from the US National Public Radio (NPR) and I had a couple of treats.  One was a show on bluegrass which was an excuse for me to rummage around for favourite modern blues music when I got home.  Here is a link to a performer composer I really like and who is a great blues hero for souls who live rough.  It’s Chris Whitley with his melancholy guitar:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fI8ISl7xpg4

The other interesting program I caught was the end of was an interview with the columnist Michael Wolff who has just published Fire and Fury – a book on Donal Trump’s more or less accidental ascendancy and the pathology of his White House reign so far.  Perhaps I’ll make it to Abbey’s later in the week to see if I can pick up a copy, it is from all reports, an alarming and worthwhile read.

So, the year seems to have started quietly but hopefully, in your glamorous aunt’s happy domain

Wishing all the best to all of us for the coming year

MG xx

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Post #67 Friday 22 December 2017 – Starry enchanted Christmas eve and Summer solstice

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Friday 22 December 2017

Today is the Summer solstice, a suitably brilliant time of the year for earth and sky worshippers.  And it’s almost Christmas eve.

My mother loved Christmas when we were children, especially Christmas eve.  And I have very happy memories of her Christmas delight, which was so attractive to children.  She specially loved the music, all music, and  it was endless performance and harmonies by me and my sisters singing into the twilight night.  My mother died in June this year and the last music she heard was this Christmas eve music.  I was able to play it for her from my trusty android.

This music is the Latin Christmas church song O Magnum Mysterium, O Great Mystery.  This setting is by the American Danish composer Morten Lauridsen and is best listened to while you have your eyes closed I reckon (especially if classical music is not your thing lol).

In this Latin song the best thing is the presence of the animals in the scene.  It’s not all lofty churchy stuff, it is warm animals with warm breath and animal noises and animal restlessness and tiredness in the straw.   And if you listen to the music I swear at certain points it actually sounds the way animals move about when they are tethered, the same rhythm.   There is a gentle pagan vibe about those animals round the infant’s manger.  And an entirely utilitarian and plausible one too:  it would have been cold.  The Latin verse seems very simple but it conjures the picture:

O magnum mysterium,

et admirabile sacramentum,
ut animalia viderent Dominum natum,
iacentem in praesepio!
…
 translation:
O great mystery,
and wonderful sacrament,
that animals should see the new-born Lord,
lying in a manger!
…

Animals!  They get dress circle and see everything first.  Would that we return the respect and treat all animals more lovingly (says a slightly preachy Madame MG :-)).  And this is the song itself:

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GqCtbR8PktU

 

In fact there is another Lauridsen song which I actually think is a more beautiful as a song althouhg not as high art perhaps.  It also reminds me of the twinkling Christmas eves with my mother when we were small, and all the stars and endless enchantment of childhood.  But you probably have to be in the mood for classical music and it is entirely forgivable if you are not (even permanently not in the mood is OK too).

Sure On This Shining Night

Sure on this shining night
Of star made shadows round,
Kindness must watch for me
This side the ground.
The late year lies down the north.
All is healed, all is health.
High summer holds the earth.
Hearts all whole.
Sure on this shining night I weep for wonder wand’ring far
alone
Of shadows on the stars.

It’s a beautiful poem by an Irish poet, set to Lauridsen’s music:

Love to you, to animals, and the high summer solstice Christmas eve
your glamorous aunt MG xx