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the last word…
This is Gaz. He’s a Galah. Most Australians use the non-Avian term Galah meaning a human is a fool or idiot. But Gaz is a real Galah and naturally entertaining by nature…mostly. Gaz has established himself as ‘spokes bird’ for the Crested Pigeons in the area. He’s very vocal if I’m late feeding them, or…
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critters…
This morning I was sitting here at the computer having my coffee and heard a familiar scratching noise in the roof space above me. For 25 years we’ve been visited by the local Black Headed Water Monitor lizards. We are pretty sure they live in the rocks that have been carefully excavated in the driveway,…
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but wait, there’s more…
25 years ago this month we moved into the house we have now sold. We lived in another very cute and lovely house for 7 years on the other side of town. We decided after 8 years in Alice, life here suited us. But perhaps we would indulge ourselves with a house that had a…
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feed them and they will come…
A day without learning something new is a lost opportunity. Awareness of that something is the key to integrating it, however. Sometimes what I see doesn’t fully register and then suddenly I see it in a different light and it goes into the ‘vault’. After years of feeding the birds and gradually observing how clever…
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eyes of the beholder…
Many years ago when my husband was still getting used to me, he commented to our friends that I was ‘often extravagant but seldom wasteful’. Our friends laughed and one of them said ‘that’s ridiculous how do you separate the two?’ This morning as I poured the last tablespoon of baking soda into a glass…
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the movable self…
Winter is coming. Actually, as far as I’m concerned it has arrived. When I grab my favourite winter stretchy jeans and dive back under the covers to warm them and put them on, it is a sure sign. (This is a latent childlike behaviour, a lived out fantasy to be able to return to bed…
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so much to learn, so little time…
Early one morning after it had rained overnight, I went for my usual walk. I used the ‘cut through’, a small Town Council tended area that also contains the grave of one of the earliest Afghan cameleers to settle in Alice Springs. It is a leafy, shady common area used by some families as a…
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my mind on minimalism…
It’s the end of round three of Don’s cancer treatment away from home. We are back in Alice and very glad to not be in a hotel for a while. Nice as it is, it is not home and lacks some of the ammenities…like a bed that our backs like. After a day and a…
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a solstice smile…
It is the December solstice. The morning breeze and cloudless sky were perfect for my morning walk. For months now I’ve been listening to classical music when I walk. I found podcasts were adding to my feeling of overwhelm as Don and I work through this problematic year. The classical music in the background of…
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twas just before Christmas…
I watched him walk off pushing his golf clubs on their little hand cart. I felt intensely sorry for him. It has been a very challenging year for him physically with monthly eye injections to treat macular degeneration, prostate cancer that had metastasized into his sacrum, and recently an upper respiratory virus that had knocked…
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