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Day 20

  Now we chat, our tiny community of 3,  each morning to figure out what’s ahead. It gives a purpose to the days. The hope of renting a house for the cold months died with reports of strangers in towns met with hostile reactions. Strangers are dangerous for what they may bring, even in towns… Continue reading…

Day 18

  I found what I’ve needed all this time under the house, when we were fossicking for junk for Moxham’s barge – which still hasn’t come back, so the jetty is lettered with rubbish, and we have a hard time checking the fish traps. But there it was – a seed germinating box! complete with… Continue reading…

Day 17

  GG says because of our failure, clearly the crabs aren’t running and the creek must be fished out. He might be right. He often is. Then there’s only the garden to feed us. But which are the weeds and which the spinach?   I sowed the spinach seeds, admittedly out of date, along the… Continue reading…

Day 15

Written 2 April, 2020   Today, no farming, no fishing. The water tanks overflow, the power drops to 9, the generator roars half the day….   But with headphones on, i sit on the sofa and read.     I run down to the veggie garden to check the spinach. Who’d know if it was… Continue reading…

Day 14

Written 1 April, 2020       Twenty-four hours of hard. The power crashed last night at 11pm. K texted me,  I ran up to the main house and switched on the generator, saying it was just for half an hour, hoping against hope that J&T could sleep through the racket. Then I dropped to… Continue reading…

Days 13, 12, 10 :Written March March 31, 29, 28 2020

Day 13. Written March 31, 2020.   I’m nervous about my NIDA lecture this afternoon to playwrights because I’m again addressing weird things that happen in the creating brain- weird, not normal, and in the usual course of things, not spoken about. One top neuroscientist thinks this thought takes a different pathway, “decorticating” at least… Continue reading…

Day six

Written March 26, 2020. A baby goanna takes a lively interest in our untidy deck.   For my life as a farmer: There’s a line of 3 or 4 green spikes, like little tweezers. Perhaps they are spinach-lings. To be sure, I plant 6 seeds in the damp soil of one of the pots I… Continue reading…

Days 4, 3 – 23, 24 March 2020

Day 4 Written March 24 2020 My new life as a farmer : the spinach seeds haven’t showed little tips in a line, but I water assiduously. I told my students I was watering them assiduously and Anne warned: “keep the soil damp but not waterlogged”. I squat and consider the puddles; have I water… Continue reading…

Day one

Written 21/3/20 I always wake early. I always lie looking at the water, marvelling at being here. I always listen to the deep blue silence and remember that we’re out of the city. And then memory comes to me, creeping, slithering, snaking. What’s happening in the city, the city and the people we love. What… Continue reading…