Last night, I thought I might write a very important post. Then I chickened out. But now …. oh well, here goes.
I don’t do drugs. Never have. I have had too many “hypos” (low blood glucose episodes), which are themselves quite trippy. Some good. Some bad. So I stay well clear of them — drugs, not hypos, which is somewhat harder to “do”. I don’t even drink alcohol anymore. The most I’ve ever drunk was three glasses of wine. You know, when in France … as you do. Read more
Would it surprise you to learn, ladies and gentlemen, that Australia has the highest rate of deforestation in the developed world and that, although direct comparisons cannot be made. rates of land-clearing are on a par with Brazil? Land-clearing is accelerating the growth in Australia’s carbon emissions. Read more
Dear Readers, I think I might be a little hooked on this bird photography caper. As my True Love took some annual leave in early August, we’ve had plenty of opportunities to take some short excursions around our local environs to check out the birds and other creatures. Read more
Welcome to Canberra, ladies and gentlemen — the national capital of Australia, where the federal parliament convenes when it feels like it and policy is made on the hop in the rabbit warrens corridors of power. It is also home to many rabbits. Read more
It has been a freezing wintry day in Canberra (Australia). For a brief thirty seconds it managed to snow, but because I was too slow to get my coat and shoes on, I missed it. Today I stayed indoors. Even so, the cold soon got to me, so I decided to cook and went on a musical journey from America to Mongolia. The two go together in my house. I was very intrepid, listening to a few of the suggestions provided by that popular music streaming platform. It was worth the effort.
It is nice to know that there is still much beauty to enjoy.
Kind Regards.
Tracy.
Rakali (Hydromys chrysogaster) — not your average rodent.
Super soft and waterproof.
Golden belly water rat twitches
his whiskers and preens.
Rakali, top predator of the lake. Read more
July — Winter. Fade to red.
I am the first to admit that July almost always represents the winter of my soul (not discontent; that would be going too far). At this time of year my mind tends to dwell on the negative and by some unconscious impulse, I dress in mourning. This year my existential July crisis has been exacerbated by some serious hypoglycemia incidents that I have suffered, leaving me wondering each night whether this will be the time I don’t wake up in the morning. So I often don’t go to bed. That’s tiring and ineffective. My little dog also requires a full-time carer. (That’s another story. Also tiring).
You know that feeling when you are so tired that you think it wouldn’t be so bad if you died but, at the same time, you want to cling on to dear life because your family, friends and animals need you? It is a conundrum. (My apologies, ladies and gentlemen, this is turning out rather more solemn than I expected. Also, Martha Kennedy has written a blog like this recently. Bear with me.) By some other unconscious impulse, I seek sanctuary outdoors. Made glorious by the sun and wind. (Sorry. I couldn’t resist). What did I learn? Read more
You may be wondering why I am sharing this particular song, ladies and gentlemen. All will be revealed in a future post. Consider this a prelude to, or perhaps the start of, my overdue July Changing Seasons post. If dark themes and sad endings trouble you, rest assured that post will finish on a much lighter note. Resilience, a few birds, help from friends, etc, etc.
The feature image is a photo I took in the midst of an overnight hypoglycemic episode. Because that is what you do instead of fixing said hypo. In the good old days, I usually had to finish the brief I was writing first! I know which I prefer. I’m looking forward to getting a new insulin pump and possibly starting continuous glucose monitoring if my budget allows.
Kind Regards.
Tracy.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt — Commence.
Our friends wonder why we don’t move to the country since my husband and I seem to spend more time in a neighbouring country town than we do in our own city. Sometimes I wonder this myself. I grew up in the country so I get a bit nostalgic for the “country life”. However, we can enjoy both worlds, town and country, as it is only a 20 minute drive to our favourite country market. Read more
It has been a wild and windy week in Southeast Australia. This afternoon it was 3ºc, with an apparent temperature of -4ºc due to the gale force winds.
(Click on photos to enlarge)
Kind Regards.
Tracy
Response to the Ragtag Daily Prompt — Wind.
Reflections of An Untidy Mind 