Last week was the first week that PEOPLE could marry each other in Australia People have been able to marry each other for a while now, but not if they are of undisclosed gender or are the same sex as their beloved. But now they can. Last Tuesday was the first day PEOPLE could marry… Continue reading It’s About Time…
I went to bed last night with energetic plans for today. Plans that included attaching the brass cobra door handle that I bought in Nepal last year to my recycled kitchen door (achieved) – all the washing (semi-achieved) writing more on the thing I started last week (not achieved, although I have thought about it… Continue reading Velcro Bum
I’m back at work this week – managed to haul my bloated post Christmas body out of bed twice this week to come into the office. This year my department are shaking things up a bit – part of my portfolio includes “Positive Ageing” … you know, coordinating the Seniors Festival etc, Senior of the… Continue reading Working Title: Seniorscope
I have a quiet devil in me A little rebel A small finger to authority A private fuck you I have a quiet devil in me ‘fuck you, fucketty fuck’ Fuck youse all in a whisper and carry on with a smile I have a quiet devil in me It wants to be louder But… Continue reading Quiet Devil
Mingus on the record player – I don’t know what the name of the album is or what he’s on about, but it feels right to write to I am somewhere between love and cry. Maybe they are the same thing, I don’t know. I have realised over the last few months that I know… Continue reading ANZAC Day Afternoon 2017
In my dream, Graeme was becoming emotional because a restaurateur had given the opinion that Graeme was unable to cook a steak as well as he has proclaimed. Graeme started sobbing in choking gasps, like he was going to vomit As I started to leave the dream, I realised the choking sobs were in… Continue reading Sob or Cat Vomit?
I woke not breathing I am getting a cold and or my body is arguing with me about whether or not I should continue to smoke after almost a year. My throat is muscular sore, only apparent when I swallow, which is detracting from my enjoyment of the morning cup of instant coffee. I am… Continue reading Bloody Tears
A year ago I started a draft post for this blog titled “Why am I in this room again?” . I have a feeling I wrote and published a post called exactly that but noticed this morning that the draft was just sitting there – only a title and no body. A year ago next… Continue reading Why am I in this room again?
I finally got my shit together to buy some cheap canvases and acrylic paints to play with. I have a visual art degree but I majored in printmaking and I have never really painted at all – I’ve always been afraid of it as a medium to be perfectly honest. I bit the bullet and… Continue reading Weekend Arts
At the beginning of this year I was in a 28 year relationship, working my arse off to pay three mortgages and mourning the departure of David Bowie I’m single now one mortgage a newly opened savings account a commitment to travel to Nepal in December 2017 to assist Aussie Action Abroad with building and health… Continue reading Binalong Thyme
