Category: journal
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Interesting Times…
Damn it’s easy to let things slip away, especially if you’re living in interesting times. Due to mix of personal and worldwide issues over the last few years I seem to have let doing stuff slide, or at least doing stuff I enjoyed slide. That whole divorce, raising kids with ‘requirements’, covid lockdowns, sudden death…
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What? Another one!
I’m far less HUMBUG about New years than I am about Christmas. Don’t get me wrong I still won’t be going out or celebrating it in anyway, but I like the idea of a year having a full stop. I couldn’t tell you where 2024 ranks in my personal good or bad list because it’s…
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Here Comes Another One…
It’s good news weekSomeone’s dropped a bomb somewhereContaminating atmosphereAnd blackening the sky And it’s not great for my mental health. 2025 has moved from being just around the corner to at the damn door, and an old mans thoughts turn to what to do with the ever dwindling years he has left. I am not…
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The Thin Black and White Duke…
About 6 weeks ago a cat followed my eldest home from Taco Bell. A strange choice for a cat to make as my eldest is nervous around animals and taco bell is not a great option for cats, or for people to be honest. For the next few days the cat stuck around the backyard,…
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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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