I went to a first birthday party today.* It was everything you’d expect from such an auspicious occasion. The birthday boys were the centre of attention: finding the wrapping paper far more interesting than the presents. There were kids everywhere. And there were the parents keeping a wary and indulgent eye on their children and … Continue reading »
Tag Archives: pondering
“Beneath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp…”
It’s been a few weeks of introspection. First of all, I’ve been able to work on the mother of all problem statements for my new project. This one is a doozy. It’s like trying to untangle a skein of knotted silk yarn. Not pretty. A little patience and teasing a few kinks, and I’m finally … Continue reading »
Another leaf to be turned.
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 »
Waiting on a grey day in Sydney-town.
It’s nearly 8:30am, here in Sydney. I’ve been pondering the world since 5, which my body tells me is 7am, and, in New Zealand, would have been right. This is the most miserable weather that I have encountered in NSW, in all my visits, and a quick peek out the window confirms things: it’s grey … Continue reading »
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 »
What I learnt from the French, part 1.
It is with untold joy that I begin this post sitting in my favourite coffee bar, listening to their LP collection, and drinking my first decent cup of coffee in weeks. A brief break between Europe and Wellington in a beautiful part of the Coromandel, feet up, watching the waves, and spending time with Very … Continue reading »
Sur le pont, on y dans…
Today I danced on a bridge to nowhere in the middle of the Rhône River. Right ankle now strapped, it was fun. Even with cobblestones. I also saw plenty of fish, including one giant trout (James will back me up on his size) who surfaced, swam a few lazy circles, and retired to the depths. … Continue reading »
21 Days to go…
Hello my pretties. Time has flown, and there is some to talk about. July has definitely been a month of sport and sleep deprivation – Le Tour was as stunning as always. A few surprises and Wiggo leading from the fore – but Van Garderen and Froome were absolute revelations! And in my TdFKAL2012 maillot … Continue reading »
Do we choose our favourite songs, or do they choose us?
In an entry on one of the blogs I read, the author mentioned a song, and referenced it as one of three favourite songs. This has caused a good deal of contemplation: to the point where I sat down and tried to list, then limit, my favourite songs (because it got a little crazy there … Continue reading »
When we arrive, Sons and Daughters…
Things I have learnt today: Freestyle is still not my friend Breaststroke is Don’t go to the supermarket after swimming or the gym. You’ll end up doing crazy things. Like buying breakfast cereal and intending to eat it Vegemite and chippie sandwiches are surprisingly tasty I really need a haircut I’m rather enjoying my wear-a-dress-as-often-as-possible … Continue reading »
