How Deep?

It is time for my Friday song post.  Where did the week go?  I’m relaxed and comfortable (in-joke, a little Aussie humour) at the seaside.  However, at the back of my mind, there is still this ominous foreboding that we are in too deep.  It’s a feeling that Australian singer-songwriter, Richard Clapton, writes so well about in his song, Deep Water.  So I thought it should be my Friday pick. Read more

The Changing Seasons – October 2019

October, all my bags are packed ….

The time has arrived.  It is the time of year when, out walking, I look anxiously over my shoulder or scan the trees ahead for danger.  It is the time of year for which I have been training these last six months.  Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is magpie swooping (ie. breeding) season. Read more

Almost Friday Singalong

Just in case anyone is wondering, I’m fine.  I have been busy mosaicing.  Nothing to show yet because I’ve been busy ripping up newly laid tiles left, right and centre for no good reason.  Well, for the reason that my blood glucose was low at the time, and that’s what I do then.  I’ve got new tech — a continuous blood glucose monitor (CGM), but it seems not to know when I’m hypo and when I’m ‘in the [mosaicing] zone’ which I am so rarely, I tend not to notice either.  Except for the tile-ripping-up.  That’s a good sign.  Anyway, that’s life.

I’ve just read a couple of blogs while my phone, with CGM, charges.  One blog in particular, brought to mind a song.  It is one I learnt with my most favourite choir (RIP).  So I thought I would share it with you.  Sing along if you know it.

Anyway, back to it.  But first, coffee.

Kind Regards.
Tracy

Kate’s Song

I think I’ve said enough recently so I should let someone else do the talking.  And singing, of course.  Because it is Friday and that is my song day.

I am also joining in with Thursday’s Ragtag Daily PromptA Flower Cried.  How confusing is that — a Friday song on Thursday?  Anyhoo, the subject of the prompt probably gives you a clue that you may want to skip this one or at least have a couple of handkerchiefs nearby.  Here is Eric Bogle singing Kate Wolf’s song, Cornflower Blue.

Take care everyone and have a good weekend.

Kind Regards.
Tracy

Thanks and Admin Notice

Hello Everyone, I just thought I would let you know that I appreciated every comment on my last post.  It probably wasn’t the wisest decision to cover that incident but it is an important subject and I needed suggestions.  So thank you.  I have now closed comments on the post.  Somehow my bravery, make that bravado, has deserted me.  That’s all.

The End

 

Thanks For Nothing?

A few days ago, my feminist ideals were put to the test and found wanting.  I was having lunch in a restaurant whose main clientele were migrants to Australia.  I think I was the only Australian-born customer at that point in time.   In that nice, quiet haven, I witnessed an extraordinarily vile verbal attack by one diner on his female dining companion.  As he was speaking loudly enough (just below shouting volume) for all of us to hear, we were clearly meant to be complicit in the drama.  Or maybe it was just a tactic to embarrass and intimidate his companion.  Probably the latter.  It was horrible. Read more