How bizarre is this blogging business? Plus, I love Leonard Cohen

I’m finding this whole blogging business really strange. I’m able to ‘follow’ myself but I’m not able to respond to comments on my blog! Maybe I’m just not technologically gifted …

Another thing is the video thingymebob strip at the bottom of the blog. I only want Leonard Cohen on it but when I come back to visit myself, why, what do I find but advertisements for motor vehicles! I’m losing control of this crazy thing. Anyway, if you do happen to find it when Leonard Cohen is on, have a listen to Closing Time – it is fabulous.

How bizarre is this blogging business? Plus, I love Leonard Cohen

Celebrate the end of daylight saving in WA

Today started off clear and warmish. I sat on the balcony and watched the wrens skittering about on the lawn. The drizzle came in quite quickly and I had to roll up my yoga mat and close the front doors – which are usually open this early in the day to clear out the night stuff. I do my morning yoga behind the apricot tree – at this time of year it is still leafy and quite private. In winter, the tree is bare and I do my asana inside but with the doors open (unless the rain is driving in). Stella, the LBD (little black dog) is always party to any asana that involves me turning upside down. It is a great opportunity to come in close and kiss me or inspect my bum. How delightful, Not.

Roland was off fishing at Mandalay and came home dripping wet – no fish – that’s OK the salmon that are running at the moment are, in my opinion, only known for the complexity of recipe to disguise their taste … curry, peri peri and so on. Herring are better and I must get out the smoker and see if I can remember how to kipper them.

So this is a quick post on Saturday evening to celebrate the end of daylight saving – I hope for a very long time. Tomorrow (Sunday) when I wake up at 6.30am it really will be 6.30am and not 5.30am.

New Tricks is on TV but it is a repeat and although I am a big fan of the program I can remember that this one was too highly charged for a sook like me. I think it is the one I’m thinking about. Roland will carry on and watch The Bill but I’m going to write up my proper journal (the one with a fountain pen and pages). I’m just about to start on a new one and that is always a milestone for me. I still wish I hadn’t destroyed all the ones from Rhodesia, South Africa and our early days in Australia. The fact that it is unlikely that anyone would ever have read them is beside the point because, when I reread the ones I have got (dating back to approx 1992) I am able to reflect on the many changes in my life and in myself. Who would have thought, all those years ago, that I would go to university and come out some 12 years later with a PhD? Shit, I didn’t even know what a PhD was when I started in 1993. I wish I had some pictures of me in my bonnet, collecting the doctorate! I looked like an animated mushroom.

Celebrate the end of daylight saving in WA

Life in the Australian Army – would that we were all so able

One in a million – only in Oz. I trot it out at the drop of a hat – read and be suitably enlightened.

Life in the Australian Army…

Text of a letter from a kid from Eromanga to Mum and Dad. (For Those of you not in the know, Eromanga is a small town, west of Quilpie in the far south west of Queensland)

Dear Mum & Dad,

I am well. Hope youse are too. Tell me big brothers Doug and Phil that the Army is better than workin’ on the farm – tell them to get in bloody quick smart before the jobs are all gone! I wuz a bit slow in settling down at first, because ya don’t hafta get outta bed until 6am. But I like sleeping in now, cuz all ya gotta do before brekky is make ya bed and shine ya boots and clean ya uniform. No bloody cows to milk, no calves to feed, no feed to stack – nothin’!! Ya haz gotta shower though, but its not so bad, coz there’s lotsa hot water and even a light to see what ya doing!

At brekky ya get cereal, fruit and eggs but there’s no kangaroo steaks or possum stew like wot Mum makes. You don’t get fed again until noon and by that time all the city boys are buggered because we’ve been on a ‘route march’ – geez its only just like walking to the windmill in the back paddock!!

This one will kill me brothers Doug and Phil with laughter. I keep getting medals for shootin’ – dunno why. The bullseye is as big as a bloody possum’s bum and it don’t move and it’s not firing back at ya like the Johnsons did when our big scrubber bull got into their prize cows before the Ekka last year! All ya gotta do is make yourself comfortable and hit the target – it’s a piece of piss!! You don’t even load your own cartridges, they comes in little boxes, and ya don’t have to steady yourself against the rollbar of the roo shooting truck when you reload!

Sometimes ya gotta wrestle with the city boys and I gotta be real careful coz they break easy – it’s not like fighting with Doug and Phil and Jack and Boori and Steve and Muzza all at once like we do at home after the muster.
Turns out I’m not a bad boxer either and it looks like I’m the best the platoon’s got, and I’ve only been beaten by this one bloke from the Engineers – he’s 6 foot 5 and 15 stone and three pick handles across the shoulders and as ya know I’m only 5 foot 7 and eight stone wringin’ wet, but I fought him till the other blokes carried me off to the boozer.

I can’t complain about the Army – tell the boys to get in quick before word gets around how bloody good it is.

Your loving daughter,


Life in the Australian Army – would that we were all so able

Life in the forest on the ocean’s edge

I was going to add the next bit in the angling saga but decided it is too academic and too dull. Anyway, I’ve mislaid the bibliography. If I find it, I’ll maybe add the next episode.

Life in the forest on the ocean’s edge is (should be) enough. On Monday we went to Mandalay Beach with my brother and my sister-in-law. Roland and Pete were fishing for salmon and Pete actually caught one – you couldn’t wipe the smile from his dial – especially as Roland missed out! Both caught herring.

Mandalay is a lovely spot and there is an air of mystery. Swimming is verboten – seriously dangerous rips and so on. There were a couple of other people there which is unusual. Most times it is only us.

The view toward Chatham Island is spectacular. The enormous cave on the rock that is Chatham Island reminds me of stories I heard and read in my childhood. From the beach you can watch the sun and shadow chase across the mouth of the cave.

to be continued/…
Life in the forest on the ocean’s edge

Driving home

Seeing as I am writing this for an audience of one (me) I’m OK to say most anything.

Perth was busy and I caught a walloping head cold – I thought I would drown in the snot but managed to pull through. The cold (I’m not taking ownership of it) has passed through the gluey stage and is on its way out.

The trip home was uneventful. There were heaps of log-trucks going north as I drove south. I could see it was plantation timber so didn’t get too upset. The sheep trucks (also travelling north) were another matter. The live sheep transport is a disgrace. It is inhumane and we should be ashamed of ourselves exporting live animals in dreadful conditions to be slaughtered overseas.

By the time I reached Manjimup there was a hint of rain in the air and I felt refreshed to drive the final 120kms to Walpole through the forest. No caravans in front of me for a change and I only picked up some slower traffic about 30kms out of Walpole.

Stella and Roland were both happy to see me – or else they are both good actors. Stella’s coat has grown considerably so I think we’ll have to take a trip through to Albania so she can have a clip. When I figure out how this works, I’ll post a picture of her for me to look at as I read this lonely blog. Well, I sorted that out even if it didn’t land up where I wanted it too. She doesn’t usually have bows in her hair – the photo is an older one when she still went to a dog-groomer in Perth, not the “we’re not fancy but we’re cheap” guy that we take her to in Albany – well, it is more than $20 cheaper!

Yoga class starts again next week and I’m looking forward to seeing my students again. When I get back from Bali in July I’m starting classes for children so that will be good fun too.

Driving home

First Post

Well, here goes – this is my first post on this blog. I’m not sure the form this blog is going to take but if I run true to form it will surprise me as well as any of my friends and family who happen to visit. Organic is probably the buzz word here.

I’m off to Perth tomorrow for a few days. I hope to visit the beach sculptures at Cottesloe and of course there is the workshop next Sunday.

This is a really boring entry so excuse me while I go to bed and think about it, so here’s a story to help you pass the time:

A newly discovered chapter in the Book of Genesis has provided the answer to ‘Where do pets come from?’

Adam and Eve said, ‘Lord, when we were in the garden, you walked with us every day. Now we do not see you any more. We are lonesome here, and it is difficult for us to remember how much you love us.’

And God said, I will create a companion for you that will be with you and who will be a reflection of my love for you, so that you will love me even when you cannot see me. Regardless of how selfish or childish or unlovable you may be, this new companion will accept you as you are and will love you as I do, in spite of your selves.’

And God created a new animal to be a companion for Adam and Eve.

And it was a good animal.

And God was pleased.

And the new animal was pleased to be with Adam and Eve and he wagged his tail.

And Adam said, ‘Lord, I have already named all the animals in the Kingdom and I cannot think of a name for this new animal.’

And God said, ‘ I have created this new animal to be a reflection of my love for you, his name will be a reflection of my own name, and you will call him DOG.’

And Dog lived with Adam and Eve and was a companion to them and loved them.

And they were comforted.

And God was pleased.

And Dog was content and wagged his tail.

After a while, it came to pass that an angel came to the Lord and said, ‘Lord, Adam and Eve have become filled with pride. They strut and preen like peacocks and they believe they are worthy of adoration. Dog has indeed taught them that they are loved, but perhaps too well.’

And God said, I will create for them a companion who will be with them and who will see them as they are. The companion will remind them of their limitations, so they will know that they are not always worthy of adoration.’

And God created CAT to be a companion to Adam and Eve.

And Cat would not obey them. And when Adam and Eve gazed into Cat’s eyes, they were reminded that they were not the supreme beings.

And Adam and Eve learned humility.

And they were greatly improved

And God was pleased.

And Dog was happy…

…and Cat didn’t give a shit one way or the other.

First Post