Keepsake

In the interests of posting more flower photos and sharing memories, I present to you some rose photos.

I have four lovely rose bushes at my house.  All but one was given to us.  One by our mum/mum-in-law — a treasured possession.  Friends gave us another (Homage to Barbara) when she (the mother-in-law, not the friend) died.  Ever practical, like the woman herself, the flower heads just drop off when they are done.  Barb would have appreciated the joke.  The third rose was also given to us by a friend.  It was one of the roses planted in the Rose Gardens at Old Parliament House (Canberra), but it was culled from the garden to make way for more healthy stock.  Their loss, our gain, don’t you think? Read more

Chip Off The Old Block

I come from a long line of procrastinators.  It is kind of genetic.  There is always a tension about what constitutes over-sharing and yet it is apparently important to speak up about mental health issues, despite the discrimination this induces.  I’ve always had problems concentrating and getting started.  Organisation is not my forté.  I’m not sure whether anyone noticed.  Girls are good at hiding that stuff.  Plus I was kind of smart and I had compensation strategies that got me by.  I got through my first degree somehow (burning the midnight oil and eating a lot of chocolate).  I got a job in the government and worked my way through some of the ranks (burning the midnight oil and eating a lot of chocolate).

I was the Taskforce queen.  I could pull it out of a hat when deadlines were tight (it takes a lot of adrenaline to get my mind out of first gear).  Routine jobs?  Tedious and stressful (probably because they involved organisational skills that I did not possess).  I live in nuance, and that is often an uncomfortable place to be for a policy adviser.  (I do have some sympathy for our former prime minister who was constantly being criticised because he couldn’t give a simple answer.)  It is hard to sum up complex policy considerations in three talking points.  Still I managed, because you know, hard work.  It is the solution to everything, right?  At least that is what I thought.

Trigger warning.  This post contains material that may distress some readers. Read more

Pool Party

This is my response to the Ragtag Daily Prompt of Saturday, 21 July 2018 — Duck.

I’m very sad to say that for most of my children’s lives, we had neither the money, time or energy to go on holiday together.  Certainly, my husband and I rarely had holidays together as we took turns to take time off work to look after the children during the school holidays.  The lack of family holidays is one of my biggest regrets in life.  A few years ago, my husband and the boys went on a road trip around Victoria (Australia).  I stayed home (with flu), and sent my little ducklings off with their dad on a great adventure. Read more

My Secret Love is No Secret Anymore

WordPress Daily Prompt  —  Creature

This is a true story about finding a new community and about re-connecting with loved ones.  It is also yet another story about me growing wiser, as well as, coincidentally, a story about hunting virtual creatures.

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Pokémon hunters assemble in anticipation of a raid.  Everyone has helpful advice on the best Pokémon to use to defeat the Raid-boss.

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