Dunno about this new theme…other stuff seems more accessible, but it looks a bit bland for my taste.
Feedback if you have an opinion will be appreciated :)
Has it ever happened to you?
Do you have memories of someone you met, for whom the attraction was instant, indefinable and left you breathless?
Was it mutual?
I find myself thinking of that one occasionally and find there is still a little nook in my heart that yearns, even though it was many years ago and we have moved on and have good lives with our own families.
Thinking about it is an exquisite pain, a little itch that gets scratched occasionally and reminds me when I am caught up in the busyness of everyday life, that I have a past and that I have done some stuff.
The past is where it stays.
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Lying in bed half asleep, the radio news from the crash site washing over me, I thought of this passage from Updike’s Rabbit at Rest, a novel soaked in death. Is part of the preoccupation with MH17 the unimaginable horror of dying in the air?
Just as the Lockerbie air disaster is the backdrop to late 1988 in literature, mid-2014 will have MH17, stirring memories in future years of those amateur militia, the fields strewn with luggage, the reporters with their noses covered outside the horror-trains full of bodies in the heat.
As the candy settles in his stomach a sense of doom regrows its claws around his heart: little prongs like those that hold fast a diamond solitaire. There has been a lot of death in the newspapers lately. Before Christmas that Pan Am Flight 103 ripping open like a rotten melon five miles above Scotland and dropping…
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My baby is back …and I am so happy:)
Three weeks of living in a male-dominated household in the middle of winter (everything is worse at night and in winter I think) had sent me into a tailspin and I was missing her so very, very much.
This is the first time we have been apart for more than a week and I felt every day of it.
She and her school friends have returned triumphant from Venice, Vienna, Riga and Montreaux- they are a group of very talented girls and were accompanied by very dedicated staff from school. Three silver medals from the World Choir Games (these are two of them), a second place in the Summa Cum Laude Festival , singing in St Mark’s Basilica in Venice (rehearsal in the Square prior to singing in the Basilica) and playing at the Montreaux Jazz Festival …what a trip it has been for them.
I remember going to an art gallery when I was in school!
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My name is Jenn…and I am not a foodie. Do I need behaviour-modification therapy, are there twelve steps I need to follow to change this ???
I am sick of foodies, both my brothers are foodies and don’t they revel in my non-foodiness! The sly digs about my underpreparation (is that a word?) for dinners and teas really gets on my goat. I have the foodie equipment, but I really cannot be bothered using it past the basic functions (I don’t however, have a Thermomix and I will NEVER have one), there are so many things I would rather be doing than spending hours in the kitchen. I’ve done the slow food thing and watched hours of prep. disappear down people’s throats in minutes- it’s not worth it!
My husband would like to think he is a foodie, but honestly, he will eat almost anything and presentation matters little to him when he is serving.
I think this whole business of foodies is a big w..k.
Sure, I enjoy food as much as the next person, but really; waxing lyrical and exchanging recipes is not for me. I guess my Dutch heritage is to blame for this, the work is more important than the eating that disrupts it (it’s a skewed logic, I know!) [Dutch lunch]
I went to my little brother’s house for tea on Sunday, as well as strawberry chocolate cake, there were carrot cupcakes, a large platter of savouries, beer, wine, tea and coffee- all for 6 people! Smells like gluttony to me.
The Food Grinch.
It’s been a while I know, life has been busy; so this one is just an opportunistic filler.
At 3.00 am this morning my husband rolled over in bed and the bed collapsed (with a loud bang to boot). He made a comment, rolled over again and went back to sleep. I however, have been awake since around 3.00 am. Lying in our broken bed, I thought, “this is ridiculous, I should get up, have breakfast and go to work early”, but I procrastinated and it was around 4.30 when I did eventually get up (hey, it’s winter and coooold). I ate, got dressed and went out to my car…which has a flat battery. I have been away visiting my Mum and apparently my husband knew the battery was flat a few days ago, but now it is my job to sort it out (grrr). I thought, ‘okay, my car has a flat battery, but I’ll take (my son’s) car…wrong! My husband played around with the fuses a couple of weeks ago and the brake lights stopped working (correct- the playing with the fuses, caused the brake lights to not work), this was to be sorted while I was away. Not done, so I couldn’t drive that car either (the grrrs are getting louder). My husband said, that he would take me to work (okay, that was nice of him)… I arrived about 1 1/2 hours after I intended to get here-
I should have taken the bus :(
There is a small chain of bookshops in Perth that deals mainly in secondhand merchandise and the one here in Subiaco has started this little idea , clever hey? I haven’t opened it yet as I am still reading something else, but I am looking forward to uncovering the surprise within. They encouraged me to keep the receipt so it can be changed if I have already read it.
I guess this marks me as somewhat susceptible to packaging :( Advertising doesn’t register much with me, I have a friend who tries everything new and I use her as an info source should I need), but I acknowledge I am a sucker for beautiful or intriguing wrapping. As a younger person, I would keep boxes or bags that marked themselves as different or special (these days it all mostly goes into recycling). My box collection was HUGE and I knew what was in every one. When I was burgled years ago, the police thought the thieves had not bothered going through my stuff as it was all packaged, but I knew they had been through everything; the lids of the boxes were all sitting wrongly :(
And now for something completely different…I spotted this egret sitting on next door’s back dunny roof , the sun was shining directly at the camera, so the shots aren’t that good, but it wasn’t bothered by how close I got to have a look. Isn’t it superb? We live 3km from the Perth CBD, but Lake Monger and Herdsman Lake are only a couple of km away in the opposite direction- we are so lucky to have this wildlife around us! For info on what a dunny is, have a look here (although the ones in my suburb are not this rustic!) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dunny
Lastly, some sewing.
I made a Burdastyle Esther jacket when I was just learning to sew clothing. (Burdastyle.com)It is made of very luxe fleece- the best in Perth at the time courtesy of Knitwit in Nedlands. I love the postbox red fabric, but not so much the jacket. Something about it always made it difficult to wear, it didn’t fasten in the front and it is a bit like a long shrug, in that there isn’t enough fabric around the front to have an overlap. I wore it last to see a friend for lunch and all I did was keep fiddling with the wretched thing- what to do?
Well, this is what I did- and it works! Two buttons and a doubled-sided loop of fabric and voila, no more fiddling. I also folded the sleeves back as they were ridiculously long. It will never be a favourite, but now it is much more wearable and I’m happy.
Although it is cold outside, the sun is shining and it looks a beautiful day- I hope you all have a good one :)
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