A Quick Catch Up
Izzie's been slacking lately on the squiggling front. There's just too many temptations both online and in real life.
Not much has been happening anyway. That is not a complaint. I like a quiet uneventful life. If I want drama, there's plenty of that over in Canberra. I'm already cackling in evil anticipation of the entertainment that will be Question Time in the Lower House tomorrow. Just got to love the logic of passing draconian legislation and then debating it later which is exactly what we have in store for tomorrow.
The weather has been glorious lately. The equinoxes are always interesting. Everything is blooming and blossoming. The birds are singing and little buds appearing on the trees. The days are long enough to get stuff done in the garden but without the glaring overpowering light and sizzling heat of summer. Dawn and dusk are even more magical at this time of year than usual.
Was very very good this weekend and stayed away from all sorts of temptation including the annual spring festival plants sale in Kings Park and a big charity book sale south of the river. All the recent pottering in the garden and sorting out the serpent book collection is a constant reminder that another two life times would be needed to read what I already have and that there are too many plants from previous sales that have nothing to show for themselves but the plastic pots that they came in. Such decadent unsuccessful experiments and indulgences can no longer be justified now that there's no longer a proper goblin job to pay the bills.
Presently reading Chuck Palahniuk"s "Haunted". That is one wicked, sick and twisted book and the perfect inspiration for November's novel adventures. Turning a writers retreat into a mini Hunger Games is an ideal environment for creating plot monsters. The only thing missing are a few pots of carnivorous flame lillies.
I must also add "The Shining" to the very long reading list. Dystopias and haunted houses are such irresistible ingredients for this ghoulish gothic morbid serpent.
Must be slinking off. Some of those online courses are giving the old grey cells a serious workout.
Not much has been happening anyway. That is not a complaint. I like a quiet uneventful life. If I want drama, there's plenty of that over in Canberra. I'm already cackling in evil anticipation of the entertainment that will be Question Time in the Lower House tomorrow. Just got to love the logic of passing draconian legislation and then debating it later which is exactly what we have in store for tomorrow.
The weather has been glorious lately. The equinoxes are always interesting. Everything is blooming and blossoming. The birds are singing and little buds appearing on the trees. The days are long enough to get stuff done in the garden but without the glaring overpowering light and sizzling heat of summer. Dawn and dusk are even more magical at this time of year than usual.
Was very very good this weekend and stayed away from all sorts of temptation including the annual spring festival plants sale in Kings Park and a big charity book sale south of the river. All the recent pottering in the garden and sorting out the serpent book collection is a constant reminder that another two life times would be needed to read what I already have and that there are too many plants from previous sales that have nothing to show for themselves but the plastic pots that they came in. Such decadent unsuccessful experiments and indulgences can no longer be justified now that there's no longer a proper goblin job to pay the bills.
Presently reading Chuck Palahniuk"s "Haunted". That is one wicked, sick and twisted book and the perfect inspiration for November's novel adventures. Turning a writers retreat into a mini Hunger Games is an ideal environment for creating plot monsters. The only thing missing are a few pots of carnivorous flame lillies.
I must also add "The Shining" to the very long reading list. Dystopias and haunted houses are such irresistible ingredients for this ghoulish gothic morbid serpent.
Must be slinking off. Some of those online courses are giving the old grey cells a serious workout.