Category Archive: constructive action

Where do you go my lovely?

Where do you go my lovely?

You talk like Marlene Dietrich And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire Your clothes are all made by Balmain And there`s diamonds and pearls in your hair

 

Second chances

Second chances

More than a year has gone past since I last wrote here. I want to say it’s been a terrible year. But that’s not entirely true. The Hallmark sickly sweet side of me wants to pretend everything wants to say it turned out fantastic but that’s not entirely true either. The truth is the earth continued to rotate and the sun appeared in roughly the usual place and time, and life unrolled as it has for the last 100 million days.

 

Day 1 – the old beginning

Day 1 – the old beginning

Marica is sitting on the edge of the bed, weeping. “What’re we going to do? What’re we going to do?” I hold her and try …

 

Winter solstice

Winter solstice

Rather than snow on the shortest day, our ornamental cherry is covered in lichen. It’s great not having snow, but the lichen is not a …

 

Blue sky dreaming

Blue sky dreaming

There’s been plenty of blue skies today. Gale force winds have chivvied the clouds around almost recklessly. Hapless office workers scuttled around at lunch time, …

 

Four eggs

Four eggs

I’m making breakfast for the family. I crack an egg – double yolks. Amazing! I’ve cracked hundreds – probably thousands of eggs and I’ve never …

 

The black sheep of the family

The black sheep of the family

Who, at some point, hasn’t thought that they might be the black sheep of the family? You know, that one person in the family that …

 

The golden weather

The golden weather

Today is the last of our summer break. Holidays used up for the moment, time to move on with the year. Needless to say it’s …

 

The neighbour

The neighbour

A neighbour of ours died yesterday. She lived next door. Down the street, on another block, in the next suburb, across town. In the next city …

 

I’m not afraid

I’m not afraid

How I wish that were true. Frequently I am afraid, and I loathe the feeling and I loathe myself for being afraid. I don’t mean watching …