…because this bag contains a two-room, 6 sleeper tent. Adam has decreed that we will begin camping. As a family. Outdoors. With the mosquitos. I am thrilled. Obviously.
Read / September 13th, 2009
I went to the Overload Poetry Festival Slam Final on Friday. Come see how it went.
Those of you who’ve had a migraine before might be familiar with the residual feelings and emotions that linger on after the pain subsides. Or at least they do with me. It feels like my brain is a computer that has had all its data files corrupted and there’s a petulant IT man with a…
My feeling poorly went from bad to worse Tuesday night. I went to bed with a headache forming and I woke up at around midnight with the urge to vomit and every beat of my heart sent spasms of pain across my forehead; it literally thrummed with my pulse. I knew right away what it…
The first thing I wanted to do when we moved to Victoria was to go visit Hanging Rock. Hanging Rock, to explain to those who don’t know, is a unique six million year old geological site made famous by the 1967 novel Picnic at Hanging Rock where on St Valentines Day, 1900, a group of private schoolgirls…
Last night at 5.30pm I ran into a low-impact exercise class late and flustered. Throwing down my towel and water, I joined in as best as I could, trying to find a free spot on the crowded floor. Less than 15 minutes later I was clutching my head, scrabbling at my stuff, and made hasty…
The book I’ve been devoted to this past week isn’t in the above photo. I finished The Road by Cormac McCarthy yesterday. On Fathers Day. Some might think this odd, but I found a deep sort of appropriateness in that coincidence, for it is a story based on devotion and love between a man and…
All the new fathers out there could do worse than to listen to the advice of my husband. Your lives don’t have to change! Oh no! Just look at what Adam managed to achieve each time we had a brand new baby in the house… Watch TV (with Keira) Play World of Warcraft (with Riley)…
When I was a child I often wondered if cars got sad when they were left out in the rain. After all, humans don’t like it much so why should cars? I used to watch the water dribble away from underneath the engine and consider it to be the bleeding wound of neglect or unfair…
