My son had planned to be at Border’s at 9:00 am sharp, to pick up his reserved copy of the final Harry Potter book. The day before yesterday, he had an invitation to the beach for the weekend – winter notwithstanding – and had asked me if I wouldn’t mind going to pick it up for him instead. Of... Sign in to see full entry.
I meant to write something yesterday, the first time I saw the frost on the lawn. It's not too unusual; it's cold, it's winter; it's... July. I seem to be getting used to that, a little. I stood quite still for several minutes yesterday, gazing at the garden and thinking. It's freezing here at the... Sign in to see full entry.
I'm afraid that lately I've become a miscreant blogger, one of those who just nips in and out briefly. For this I apologise; there are too many irons in the fire for me just at the moment, most of them to do with family: end-of-term exams; sudden illness which meant missing one; doctors, academic... Sign in to see full entry.
Unlike other Western democracies, voting in Australia is compulsory. I find that strange, but there it is. Since I was out of the country visiting my family in March, I didn't vote during the State General Election. Naturally, I expected in due course to receive a Penalty Notice for Failure to Vote.... Sign in to see full entry.
It’s my regular Sunday visit to the nail salon, something I have quietly slipped in to my collection of little-things-I-do-for-myself. I decided to start having them done when I was working part-time and earning my own money. Up until then I hadn’t wanted to “waste” my husband’s income on such... Sign in to see full entry.
In another week my son’s first semester of university will be over, apart from waiting for the exam results. The other day I was thinking back to his kindergarten days, the way he clambered cheerfully on to the school bus every morning, and the way he played outside after school. Now he spends most... Sign in to see full entry.
I wouldn’t be the first motorist to find rain and traffic an irritating combination, but I was disappointed but stoically resigned to it when a drive that normally takes forty minutes even when it’s busy, took an hour and forty five minutes. It was my own fault; silly of me to decide, because the... Sign in to see full entry.
Come away with me. Come away with me, my love to Walt Disney World, where we can play. You alone understand the joyous child in me: I wrote you a card that said ”it is the child in us that loves; I love the child in you.” It was never more true. Come away with me. Come away with me, my love to Walt... Sign in to see full entry.
I don't often feel inclined to post links to web pages, but I found this commercial grew on me - and I don't even drink beer. http://www.harvested.com.au/ - back tomorrow I hope, with some actual writing. Sign in to see full entry.
Simply-crafted figurines of soft-peach coloured clay grace the narrow windowsill in late Spring sunlight. The boy slumps in deep despair, shoulders and head bowed low, his strong, muscular body suddenly weak. Her face blank, she rises, slowly, hand on the small of her back, weight shifting,... Sign in to see full entry.