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What are you willing to give up, to have what you want?
This has been my mantra for the last couple of years. At first it was floating quietly in and out of consciousness. Gradually, as months of efforts toward downsizing wore on and health issues made themselves known, the question grew louder and my answer became clearer. But it is a many faceted answer. About four…
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‘manopause and crowpedos’…
It has been a while. I’ve started dozens of blog posts and then not known how to finish them. Life has been in such flux for months I can barely keep up. If you are reading this, you will know I’ve been able to take a breath and catch up. For a moment. What prompted…
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so far this lifetime…
After seventy years on this earth I still surprise myself at the things I learn. Yesterday was the last day of radiation treatment for Don, for this session at least. He comes home for a break and then we are off to Adelaide for more tests. And that is not to mention the tests we…
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who’s in charge…
We humans like to plan and execute our lives specifically if possible. But every now and then Life wants us to know who is really in charge. And it ain’t us. In early April, the day before we were to fly to Adelaide for my foot surgery, Don’s flight from Melbourne was cancelled and he…
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trust the shoes…
“Life is short, buy the shoes” has been around for a while. It speaks of modern consumerism, I know, but it also reminds us to enjoy those things in life that give us joy. My ancestors practiced good shoe hygiene, so I have inherited that as well. An Imelda Marcos collection was never my goal.…
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the good, the bad and the ugly footwear…
You know when you start out hating something but then at some point you begin to see the yang to the yin? I think maybe everything is really like this but all of us don’t really need to experience it every time with everything. Some things we are already easier with and can see the…
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something’s afoot…
On day six after foot surgery I finally decided to chance washing my hair. Despite the gruesome look of my bruised toes, and the prospect of standing for fifteen minutes. It was as if there is some kind of inverse force telling me, if I couldn’t wash my feet, I needed my head to feel…
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one foot in front of the other…
I have been dreading foot surgery for weeks. I would have been dreading it for longer but have only known I needed it for a month or so. While I was dreading it, I wasn’t particularly worried about the outcome, more the preparation for having to travel 1500k (1000 miles) to Adelaide to have it…
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a year of small things…
I’ve written on this topic a few times in the past, but I hope you can stand a little more. I’ve written half a dozen draft posts over recent months, and haven’t published a single one. It’s very hard to write with perspective about things that are ongoing. This has been a challenging year for…
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to see…
I wrote the first poem, just as it describes, after cataract surgery when we were in Adelaide. We had been home a few weeks when the event in the second poem below happened… See For Me The day after my husband had eye surgery He couldn’t see things very well. He loves a little sweet…
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