My life is packed in boxes, as I count down the hours to move into a space of my own on Saturday morning. I went and dropped some more stuff at what will be my new abode after work, and while it still looks like something out of Changing Rooms (sans Laurence’s kitsch touches), every … Continue reading »
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Tea and knitting in bed
I can’t remember the last time I woke up early on a Saturday, made a cup of tea, and went back to bed. It is miserable outside – and I will be venturing out to see people and places and do things later – but for now, I have a pair of Ood socks to … Continue reading »
The things she could do…
Finished one job. Back in the library on Wednesday. Breathing a huge sigh of relief. It’s a massive responsibility. But I will have accomplished something I have aspired to, and damnit, I made it! A library manager before I turned 30. Who would have believed that? (Well there were a couple of tutors at uni … Continue reading »
And all I ask is for a tall ship and a star to steer her by.
Food is a touchy subject for many: for eating and discussing. It requires all the senses to really appreciate it. Food can also provoke an emotional response. If I am feeling homesick, for example, I make a big dish of macaroni and cheese, or champ (complete with loads of butter and spring onions). When I’m … Continue reading »
A little bit of this, and an little bit of that… my part in the Festival of the Scorpio
What a whirlwind of a couple of weeks! A conference presentation, a birthday, and a drastic change of pace have left me catching my breath and re-prioritising everything again. Where to begin? So some moons ago, 377 or thereabouts, give or take a quarter… after days of waiting, I graced the world with my presence. … Continue reading »
Letters from Erewhon…
Just a brief blurb to say I’m still alive, and put some thoughts down in the intarwebs. It’s the mark of a productive day when the hours tick by and you’re surprised when it’s time to walk out the door. I’ve really enjoyed having that again. The logistics, the problem-solving, the bureaucracy… it all reminds … Continue reading »
Shmeh.
As I may have mentioned a few posts ago, the Black Dog and I are in a little bit of a stand-off at the moment. Seriously – think of the 9 minute guns-drawn-eyeballing-each-other-stand-off a la The Good, the Bad and the Ugly. As is always the case, things have to change. And are. The spring … Continue reading »
Notes on a year…
2010 has been a turbulent year. Well, one of changes anyway. Drastic changes. It’s been a year when I’ve really had to find out who I am and what I’m really like. I’m happy to say that I’m not actually that bad. Possibly a tad too serious at times and prone to caution, but those … Continue reading »
Of honest labour and apples trees…
I don’t think I can honestly say that I’ve managed to callous my lovely lily-white hands since I worked as a petrol attendant in the Summer of 2001. Until now. (Not that I have calluses yet, but I’ll be very surprised if I don’t by the end of the month). Two days of apple thinning … Continue reading »
Someday I’ll be Saturday Night.
What a week. I managed to catch one of those dreaded bugs you get on flights anywhere over 3 hours long. Talk about knock you out for the count. I haven’t felt this bad in a long, long time. So nothing’s been done. Well, nothing but the test knitting and some cobblestone. I am told … Continue reading »
