Category: journal
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I Want My Life Back
It wasn’t a great one but at least I occasionally got to do something other than work. Two years of grief, clearing junk, and other life stuff that started pretty much the same time the pandemic shutdowns ended has been a bit of chore. Maybe a chore isn’t understating it a bit, it’s broken my…
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Occasional…
Last night I went the Sydney Opera House to see Passenger with the younger child. Which has become a bit of a tradition, such a tradition that I have now lost count of how many of his concerts we have seen together. This however was the first time I have had a drinking age child…
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High Days and Holy Days…
It was a good day, not for any particular reason just a busy day that kept my hands busy and my head empty. The closer I get to that last load of “hoarder” rubbish finally going to the tip the more motivated I am to get it done. Even if that includes struggling to solo…
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Cutting a Rug…
I’m not entirely sure it wasn’t far more difficult than just doing it the old fashioned way. Scratch that, I am absolutely sure that cutting through a roll of musty old carpet with a reciprocating saw is much harder than just getting a couple of fresh blades in the utility knife. But it’s of those…
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It’s more of a hobby…
The giant Hell-Thorn tree that was threatening to engulf the house and curse the land two years ago, has been slowly dissected when the mood takes me. It took weeks of effort just to get it back to the stage where it was just huge and spiky. I can’t find a picture of when it…
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Is that a Light?…
After a couple of years of removing stuff from the farm it is now officially just back to a big job. I know this because every person who sees the property tells me so. “This is a big job” they say, “you should have seen it last week/month/year” I say, and we all laugh. Well…
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Winter Days…
June is usually a bad month for me, not least because it’s my birthday on the 8th, and while I’ve never had a healthy relationship with it as a day it kind of really started to become stressful about 17 years ago with the death of my stepmother. Her birthday was on the 6th of…
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There’s Your Problem…
I went out to the farm today, and yes that after yesterday that definitely falls into the what the hell were you thinking category, but it was sort of unplanned. After dropping Thing1 at work, Thing2 and I went and grabbed a takeaway coffee, and possibly pastries (there was definitely pastries). Then with snacks and…
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Am I doing it Deliberately?
Thirty minutes ago I managed to trigger a full on PTSD attack in the supermarket with my own voice… and I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner. I spent the day yesterday with my X-Wife, happily doing her a favor but also selfishly spending a day with a grownup with a brain for the first time…
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That House from Lethal Weapon 2…
I was a man desperately in need of a metaphor or a simile. Or perhaps a definition of which is which? I tried all variations of falling boots, and life’s similarities to various roads large and small. I even looked into the weight baring nature of ungulates. But in the end I went with a…
Fat Bunny 