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
‘Dams are like porridge reversed’ This is a direct quote from my 18 year old daughter. She went on to describe how farm dams are warm at the edges and get progressively cooler toward the middle where the water is deeper. The opposite of a bowl of hot porridge. Makes sense in context. ‘Did someone die?’… Continue reading Black Dam Porridge
Its Australia Day tomorrow and I’m at work. What a dill I am for not arranging (like everyone else I work with) to take Monday off. On Thursday afternoon when I finished work for the week, walking home I smelled a familiar and not very favourite scent. It increased in smell volume as I headed… Continue reading Rainbow Serpents in the Pyrenees
Tasted fine, but 7 hours later my body decided it and everything else remaining in my body must be expelled, swiftly and spectacularly. Lucky I was home, pottering about the house.
Yesterday I mixed up the first litre of coconut milk with the kefir culture I bought from Mad Millie. At lunch today, 24 hours after the initial mixing, the liquid had separated, which is not unusual for coconut milk, the smell was delightfully floral-coconut and a little yeasty and the mix had a bit of… Continue reading Poisoned Coconut Milk… the Kefir experiment