Time to revive

Dinner at Christmas Street, with mango salad and a tour of the caravan and the garden. Perfect cooling night for a ride home. Perhaps the lament can be anew with the various trip tales. That's handy.

Peak bagger

This weekend I'm off to the hills again. It is my luck to be an adventurer. Big mountains, valleys, wilderness and far away from the urban heat sinks. My lil pen camera will come along so I'll bring back some souvenirs.

Goodbye Corockinrolla

Tomorrow some guy I don't know will come to my place when I'm not here. He'll get my car keys, held together with a rubber band, from the letterbox, and head up to my car, by the Corner Store. Then he'll get into it and drive it away.

Vale, lil car, you have been so good to me.

I bought that car from a nice man in Silver Street back in May 2005. I think I paid about $1800, sourced from a loan from a friend and a cash advance on my credit card. Those were the days.

The car has never failed to start or broken down. It has been in so many accidents, always with me at the wheel. It's driven to Canberra and back twice, to the High Country with Charlie so many times, to Cape Conran, Lorne and survived happy sad lonely and fun times.

Now I am donating it to Kids Under Cover.

Hit the road

Read two books this month. That's a record. Don't read books much anymore, it's a sad fact. Lucky for me I have people who lend me good ones so I when I do read, they come recommended. Two slightly dark, and very different novels, 'What I have Loved' and 'The Road'. Testament to me having a week off in Queensland, and then a house with no Charlie... A space for reading.

Last Friday, after drinks and crackers at Prudence, heading home slowly on the steel horse when I smashed into Swanston Street. I thought, I should be humiliated, but all my energy was going into shock. Confidence in tatters, the final leg was very slow and there may have been some sobbing. Hot shower and sympathy down the phone lulled me to sleep.

Pretty Frock

This is the dress I bought to wear to my Ma's 50th birthday party - theme: frock and suit. After much searching (and soul-searching) around for a 'frock', I found this lil number. It won because it's black. And grey. And I'll wear it again (already have). And they gave me a free singlet too.
Don't ask my why I was on ebay this morning but I was, and I found the exact same dress - same size, same everything - and bids are at $15.50. This is a fraction of the price I paid. What's my point? Get in there and buy it and you'll look fabulous.

Some Good Ideas - Plopp!

In Hong Kong I was impressed that I could check-in for my flight at the Central train station, and my bags went all the way through. What a good idea.

Here in Lund, in Southern Sweden, it appears that you can deposit your used recyclables at a hole-in-the-wall within a supermarket; you get a refund; or your press a button to give the refund to a charity. What a good idea. Nearly as good as a federal law prohibiting charging for university tuition. Brilliant.


Not sure about calling a chocolate 'plopp', however.

Primarily Comfort

My room reminds me of Jack's in Westersingel, I like the bold colours. Oh, and the blossoming magnolia in the courtyard. Why am I here?