• September 11 and the sounds of silence

    Friday, September 11, 2015 Permalink

    A few friends have shared their memories of September 11 on Facebook today—where they were and how they heard the devastating news… and so forth.

    I’ve also been thinking about the anniversary as a friend is holidaying in the spot I was when I learned of the tragedy.

  • Slow Cooker Success

    Friday, August 28, 2015 Permalink

    When Hervey Bay nurse and mother of three Paulene Christie started a slow cooker Facebook Group almost three years ago, she had no idea she was creating something that would change her life.

    Paulene once viewed cooking as a necessary evil—something she did to feed her family. But that all changed when she got her first slow cooker.

  • An apartment makeover?

    Tuesday, July 21, 2015 Permalink

    Unless you live under a rock beneath a mountain in the middle of nowhere you’ll know I live opposite the beach. Of course… if this is your first time here, your ignorance is forgivable… although I do recommend you swot up for next time. ‘Cos at various times since making my seachange almost three years ago I’ve plastered pictures of my lovely unimpeded ocean view on this blog and all over my Facebook, Instagram and Twitter feeds.

    my view

  • Falling into place

    Friday, July 17, 2015 Permalink

    Although part of me is nervous about speaking too soon, I’m relieved to say that things seem to be finally falling into place.

    I’ve talked a bit here about my experiences since finishing full time work with the government (three years ago in September) and making my seachange. I have absolutely no regrets about my decision but it’s been a lot harder than I expected to find work.

  • Are you a bed maker?

    Thursday, July 9, 2015 Permalink

    I’ve been spending a bit of time at my mother’s in recent months. Initially because I just needed a break away from my four walls, desk and own mind; then she had some technology problems and I was helping out; and then this week I hung out here because I’d been unwell and she picked me up in my nearby town and took me back to her place (which is also my childhood home). I think she worried if I collapsed at my own place no one would be there to find me and I’d be discovered weeks later, half-eaten by dachshunds. Or similar.*

  • Things that help me cope

    Wednesday, June 24, 2015 Permalink

    I haven’t participated in a Wordless Wednesday link-up for ages, so figured the time was ripe. Or perhaps overly-ripe… But here I am nonetheless.

    And I thought I’d share some of the coping mechanisms I’ve been employing to keep me sane. I’ve posted some personal stuff recently which has probably given you the impression I’m teetering on the edge. Well, thankfully I’m not that bad (at least during the day 😉 ) but I’ve developed a few interesting crutches.

  • A writing commitment

    Tuesday, June 2, 2015 Permalink

    One of the motivations for my seachange just over two years ago was my growing consciousness of the fragility of life. I’d done a lot over my twenty-odd years of adulthood, but had been nervous about pursuing my real passions nonetheless.

  • Book review: In the Unlikely Event by Judy Blume

    Wednesday, May 27, 2015 Permalink

    In a previous life in international aid / development I worked in a few developing countries. During that time I travelled on my fair share of dodgy airlines and prehistoric helicopters seemingly held together with duct tape.

    Because I’m a fatalist I’d look around as I was boarding and try to work out which passengers’ lives the plane-crash telemovie would follow. You know those movies—we see excited holiday makers, or couples on honeymoon, about to start their lives and then, the headlines…. ‘Lives cut short’ and so forth.