Housework, if you do it right, will kill you.

Jen on the rocks (taken from the ice cold water). Clifton Beach. May 2013.

Another Q and A pilfered from Sunday Stealing. This week I am dreaming, with the IF I WON 100 MILLION DOLLARS.... meme.

What kind of car would you buy?

Do they drive themselves yet?

Where in the country would you move to?

Somewhere warm and near a beach.

What kind of house would you buy?

A decent-sized one with good soundproofing.

Would you give your family any money?

If they promise to leave me alone.

What charity would you donate to?

None of them. I might find some microcredit organisation to help out.

Would you give your friends any money?

Do they have a convincing business plan?

Where would you go on vacation?

Everywhere! World tour...

What luxury item would you buy first?

I would enquire about top notch cameras, diving gear, kayaks and perhaps get a quote for a sauna.

Would it change your life?

Bloody oath would!

Would you save any of it?

I'm a saver by nature. Some people call it stinginess, but I prefer 'fiscally prudent'.

Would it change your current relationship?

Not fundamentally. One would hope that it would expand the range of wonderful things that we could do together.

Would you quit your job?

Funnily enough, I quit my job yesterday. If I had the means, I could do without paid employment.

Would you ever work again?

It depends on one's definition. I wouldn't see the need to enter into any kind of employment contract, but I could find plenty of things to put my effort (i.e. 'work') into.

What one task would you never do again?

Cleaning up other people's filth is never pleasant. Also, anything to do with heavily intoxicated people.

What dream of yours would you be able to do?

The Trans-Siberian Railway!

Would you change the way you dress?

I might have a few nicer things about the place, and better quality duds.

Would you change anything about your body?

With money? I shouldn't think so. I would hopefully have more time to do active things and perhaps get a bit fitter.

Would you miss anything about not being rich?

Are you silly? You can still do everything the same if you want to, just without the stress of money!

Who would be the first person you tell?

Jen.

Would it bring you happiness?

Probably not, but surely it is far better to be miserable lazing on your yacht anchored off some tropical island than it is in a cold, wet and windy walk to some shitty job in the depth of Winter. I know which I'd prefer. I wish that I had the luxury of an existential crisis.

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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