Today I was out for an early morning run. Feeling pretty darn pleased with myself as I ran across the golf course, past the beach as the sun came up as a glorious orange ball and then through the mall. I joked with myself that I was going to do a marathon this week – … Continue reading Homeless people don’t have kitchens.
A few years ago, I went through a reasonably civilised divorce. On reflection, it wasn’t so civilised but I am not going into details here. The part leading up to the divorce was harrowing. Broken promises, lost dreams and plenty of regret. It was civilised because by the time we got to the signing of … Continue reading Wine and Wedges – getting out of the hole
I love my home town - Wollongong. Pronounced Wool-on-gong NOT Wal-on-gong even though it’s got two L’s and one O. But don’t get me started on how to pronounce names down here. Some of our suburbs' names are easy to say and very descriptive: Fairy Meadow, Figtree, Fernhill, and Coalcliff Others, are a bit tricky … Continue reading Wollongong – Part 1. The first snapshot of many.
The mud was a smelly, dank, black ooze with grassy inclusions. It was better not the think about the amount of horse shit that was mixed with the velvety clay. We threw ourselves over and into trenches filled with slime. We dragged ourselves up walls with knotted ropes. We stood on the shoulders of others to climb over obstacles and we cheered those who made it. We laughed and smiled as some fell face first into the muck and we wiped each other off.
We had plenty of special occasions in the time they lingered. Four weddings, more than four funerals. The birth of grandchildren and the loss of one Angel baby. In the end, I am sure Mum kept them for the fun of it; as a reminder of the earlier days. I used to go looking for them each time I visited and we would have a bit of a laugh.
I live in a duplex which is tucked away behind a big old house. You can’t see my place from the road and when I give directions to people I usually say "There is a really big tree at the top of my battle-ax driveway. It’s huge, it’s the big one at the bottom of … Continue reading Tears for the Liquid Amber.
I think the white pith on the pomegranate is too much.’ Stylist removes white pith and balances the corners of the board ‘I am looking for more tension in the plate.’ Flips over some peel to show the coloured side rather than the pith. ‘Have you got a crustier plate – I want it to look gnarly and poor...
My eyes snapped open from a deep, deep dreamless sleep. After the 27-hour haul from Sydney to Vancouver via Seoul and then nearly 15 km of walking through the streets of Vancouver, I think I had been as close to a coma as I could be and still be breathing. Was that … Continue reading Five out of six ain’t bad.
Eleven weeks ago, I started a 12-week running program. The program’s aim was to go from 0 to 10km in 12 weeks. I have always tried to keep fit but as I have gotten older I have gotten lazier. Even though I walked around 8km most days, I hardly ever raised a sweat. I wasn’t … Continue reading Chook run
Back in November 2010, I started writing my first blog. 200daystill50. It was all about my 200-day countdown to my 50th birthday. It’s archived and private now but when I go back and read it over, it makes me laugh and I feel grateful for my plucky spirit. I am aware I have many failings … Continue reading My first blog – a countdown to 50