Written 18 October, 2020. The problem was, we were coming from the city again and I insisted we stop at a twice-a-year plant sale I’d heard about on Gardening Australia, one of the few TV shows I’m addicted to- addiction to a gardening show makes me blush for my youth when I scorned such… Continue reading…
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Day 201
Written 11 October, 2020. I went out to see what the fuss was about, and found magpies frightening away a baby goanna from their chicks. We’ve now had a week of Charmain Solomon’s Complete Vegetarian Cookbook, along with Claudia Roden’s A Book of Middle Eastern Food and Wilson, Goode and Kaylos’s Greek Australian Cookbook… Continue reading…
Day 196
Written 7 October, 2020. Last night as i walked on the track back to home, J and S leant over their balcony and mentioned that our neighbour at the up-creek end, C, was getting rid of his old water tank, and it’d make a huge garden pot. Would I like it? Yes. I have a… Continue reading…
Day 195
Written 5 October, 2020. At last we’re leaving the city on the way to the bay. At Aldi’s, because I’ve decided to make us vegetarians to save my heart, we buy every sort of vegetable they have- purple eggplants, two sorts of tomatoes, zucchini, red and yellow capsicums, big brown mushrooms, cabbage, golden halves… Continue reading…
Day 192
Written 2 October, 2020. I always write this at night. Sometimes I start during the day, but I find I need the reflective mood that comes when I’m alone, in darkness and quietness. And this is the first night since my stent that i’ve had enough energy at night. I’ve turned the corner, and… Continue reading…
Day 181
Written 21September, 2020 She had a choice of the spare room where K sleeps,which i scurried around vacuuming, or the cabin, reverberating with the lapping of high tide- but I didn’t vacuum it. She didn’t care about the dust- whoever did I think she would? She chose the cabin.She brought cakes, and over tea, the… Continue reading…
Day 180
Written 20th September, 2020. Today, my dear friend R comes for the weekend. I was told not to exert myself for 6 days, but this is the 7th day. With fire safeing to do, with showing R the magic of this bay, with helping her untangle herself for a few minutes from her many… Continue reading…
Day 179
Written 19 September, 2020. Home again last night, but frightened. Shocked. Unable to talk to you. But the treeloppers came before breakfast today and finished off their work. Not for the faint-hearted. (It’s not me swearing) Continue reading…
Day 174
Written 14 September, 2020 Who could predict it? There’s so much fury from the federal government towards Queensland and Victorian premiers over border closures- they are both being especially strict- that now the Queensland Chief Health Officer is getting death threats! and needs constant police guarding! I suppose someone, driven to the point of… Continue reading…
Day 172
Written 12 September, 2020. They took one look and knew my heart was in a poor state. I was a premature baby, born at seven months, in the days before humidicribs, and I have a missing valve, one in my heart that never developed. My blood is sluggish. As well, there’s a family weakness,… Continue reading…