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Sunday Storytime on Monday

Sunday Storytime on Monday

Oops, forgot to record yesterday (not that anyone’s keeping track, I’m sure). The more I read of Willoughby, the more I want to smack him in the head. Silly boy. Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15
Fatigue that is always lurking

Fatigue that is always lurking

Will I ever get used to exhaustion that seems to come from nowhere? I don’t think there’s any one cause – it’s probably a combination of the diabetes, thalassemia and depression. But even when I think I’m managing my activity loads okay...
Reflections on the day of mothers

Reflections on the day of mothers

So we’re on the other side of Mother’s Day. This year I felt pretty equanimous, which was nice. I enjoyed the day with mum,  having pancakes for brekkie together, going to church in the morning and being asked unexpectedly by two different people at church to lunch...
Chicken allegory

Chicken allegory

Our two young chickens, Miss Patty and Babette, live in a little fenced off area beside our house. It’s got hedges all around it and  there’s plenty room for them to run around. As chickens do, they have industriously scratched up all the grass in search...
On playing flute again

On playing flute again

For a couple of years in high school, my flute was like another piece of me. Dragged through interminable practice sessions and lessons, from one side of town to the other. Waved around in band practice and sparkling as it led the younger flute players in ensemble. In...
Sunday Storytime!

Sunday Storytime!

Did your parents read to you as a child? My mum was a great reader; even once he was quite capable of reading books himself, my brother used to appear at her door each night clutching a book and wanting to snuggle up and hear her read. There’s something very...