The optimist thinks this is the best of all possible worlds. The pessimist fears it is true.

There is a hole in my plan. Lindisfarne Village, Lindisfarne. March 2012.

Tuesday Q and A and we visit the mysterious Scottish Meme!

1. Where are you from and where do you live now?
I am from the city of Burnie - on the Tasmanian Riviera (the north west coast)- but I now live in Hobart, which is 600 kilometres away to the south east.

2. Favourite childhood story/ book/ film?
No single one in particular. Off the top of my head I know that I enjoyed Peter and the Wolf, George's Marvellous Medicine and Watership Down.

3. If you could change gender for a day what would you do?
Once I shifted from in front of the mirror I might nip down to the pool.

4. Do you feel you family is complete or would you like more/some children?
I think that we're right. Four seems a good amount. Any more kids and we are outnumbered!

5. What do you do/Where do you work and do you enjoy it?
I'm currently aiding community-based mental health services in the development of their workforce(s). It has its moments.

6. Which three words do you think sum you up?
I do try.

7. If you were a fairy what magical powers would you possess?
Colour co-ordination?

8. If you were invisible, where would you go and what would you do? Why?
I'd try and turn it into a quid, somehow.

9. What song can’t you listen to without crying?
Bonnie Tyler's .

10. Which book changed your life – or at least made you think a lot?
I know that the first time I read Catch-22 was an experience. I re-read entire chapters because I was getting that much from them first time around.

11. Why do you blog?
Cripes... I think I've forgotten.

12. What is your top ‘me-time’ tip?
Walking to the bus stop a little more slowly.

13. What can’t you live without?
Oxygen.

14. Which of all your blog posts are you most proud of and why?
Probably those on and around Ezra's birth. It's a nice record to have of the time.

15. Have you ever met a famous person? Who and where?
I bumped into Simon Madden after getting sent to the principal's office back in Grade 9. That was a nice surprise.

16. When did you last have a full night's sleep?
Last night.

17. What would you think is harder: Going to work or staying at home with children?
They're different kinds of hard. It's hard work with little kids all day, but by the same token it isn't a barrel of monkeys going out to work all day to come home to little kids in your time off!

18. What are you doing for Easter?
Very little.

19. What is your favourite drink?
At the moment it is grapefruit juice. I like a tart raspberry fizz though too.

20. Do you play any sports?
Not at the moment.

21. What is your most embarrassing moment?
Far too many to choose. Nothing so bad that I can't just bury it with mounds of cynicism though...

22. How clever are you?
Clever enough to know the limitations of my cleverness.

23. Name a new favourite TV show?
Impractical Jokers.

24. Any guilty pleasures?
Life is to short to feel guilty about things that you enjoy!

25. If you could have chosen your own name, what would it be?
"Napoleon".

26. Who do you most admire in life, and why?
Anyone who just gets on with it is worthy of my admiration.

27. What is your most treasured possession?
My dignity.

28. Tell your favourite funny joke…

"How much does Jesus love you?"

[[[Now spread your arms and look mopey]]]

This much.

29. What is your biggest fear in life?
Sharks with halitosis.

30. What is your favourite flavour of ice cream? What does it remind you of?
Coffee. It reminds me of coffee.

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke...

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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