Me: “How was school?” Child: “We got to write down the names of the people we’d like to be in the same class as next year.” Me: “Oh yeah, who did you pick?” Child: [rattles off some names] Me: [Surprised at one or two of those names] Really? Why? Child: For strategic reasons, I suppose….
For either Christmas or his birthday – I forget which – Riley was given one of those inflatable, floating remote control sharks that set the internet alight with amusing videos. It was the kind of novelty purchase that my husband can be relied upon making either very late in the night or after a few…
My latest post is up over at iVillage – a quick reflection on grand final weekends, as sport was such a fixture in my home as I grew up. Here’s the link if you’d like a read. We spent the day with friends, us leaving at the nine-hour mark. We only live a few minutes…
Adam and I have been together now for over fifteen happy years. Sure, there’s been bad patches, but they’ve been far outweighed by the good. In university, for example, we were the couple told most often to go “get a room.” It’s not all sunshine, however. Oh, no. Check out last night for example. {Withheld…
Hey, look, in case I’ve given the wrong impression as to what’s been happening around here lately, rest assured it hasn’t just been a case of the “HAUS OF TEH MOPEY, SAD BLOGGER.” We’ve not been sitting around drawing teardrops each other’s cheeks, watching flower heads wilt and droop in their vases to an ever-looped…
I’m procrastinating. Or, if you look at it another way, limbering up; stretching; flexing the word muscles; basically trying to put a coherent thought together and not rely on fragmented sentences or non sequiturs (amazing how many blog posts are full of them, if you look). Blah. Let’s start again, okay? * For years I…
These things I ponder, lying in bed watching the brash transition of spring as it passes across the sky, wind-lashing trees: I am sore and raw. The left side of my face has dropped (as I was warned but, like a vain princess in a fairy tale, conveniently forgot) a fold of skin rests above…
From here… Groggy View outside Room Inside Room Bed To here: Bed I felt pretty good yesterday on discharge from the hospital; however it’s all caught up with me today. I’m sore and feeling pretty ordinary. Apparently the surgery went well, although I can’t really testify to that at the moment as the swelling prevents…
Tomorrow is D-Day. Or S-Day. Surgery Day. In order to get my mind off such things as Super Bugs, wondering if I’ll be sharing a room with a chronically flatulent patient, debating if it’s worth taking in books to read and – most of all – trying not to have that thought ‘What happens if…’ You see,…
