Association with human beings lures one into self-observation.

Mount Wellington, as seen from Geilston Bay High School. July 2013.

A relaxing Q and A today, the Sunday Brunch Meme.

1} Which do you prefer in the am: Coffee or tea?

Coffee. In the event of a terribly sore throat and onset of the flu, I'll take a lemon and ginger tea please.

2} Work has been cancelled on the spur of the moment: Clean house and do errands, or just fun things?

If the house needs cleaning, I shall do that first. Duty calls!

3} Middle of the hot summer, vacation at: Mountains or Beach?

Beach, beach and even more beach!

4} You have to travel at a leisure speed: Train, plane or car?

Train. I love the train.

5} To relax: A movie or a book?

A book. I've not patience for a movie.

6} What kind of pets? Dog, cat, bird or fish.

From the list, a fish. Preferably a large, man eating fish.

7} Dream home: Hardwood floors or carpeting?

I like to look of hardwood floors, but carpet is better for living in.

8} a fun activity: cards, bingo or blogging?

Break out the blog!

9} First date: Dinner, movie or a hike?

A hike. It should sort out any time wasters.

10} The first Kiss: peck on the cheek, or a long romantic one?

An awkward standing-there-like-a-stunned-mullet one, I would guess.

Comments

Roddy said…

I am in Queensland. North Queensland as a matter of fact. It is cooler up here at present, but I still miss the snows of home.

7 August 2013 at 18:23

Kris McCracken said…

It doesn't snow in Burnie.

11 August 2013 at 15:24

If you want to be loved, be lovable.

Henry admires the view.

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

Zeal, n. A certain nervous disorder afflicting the young and inexperienced. A passion that goeth before a sprawl.

Here I have tried my hand at the homemade sepia-toned photo. I wasn’t happy with the way that the sun had washed out some of the colours in the original, so had a bit of a fiddle because I like the look on Henry’s face, and didn’t want to pass on posting it. I have a tip for those of you burdened with the great, unceasing weight of parenthood. I have a new recipe, in the vein of the quick microwaved chocolate cake . Get this, microwaved potato chips . I gave them a run on Sunday, Henry liked the so much I did it again last night. Tonight, I shall be experimenting with sweet potato. I think that the ground is open for me to exploit opportunities in the swede, turnip, carrot and maybe even explore in the area of pumpkins. Radical, I know. I’m a boundary-pusher by nature. It's pretty simple, take the potato. Slice it thinly (it doesn't have to be too thin, but thin enough). Lay the slices on the microwave plate, whack a bit of salt over the top and nuke the buggers for five minut

This will hurt me...

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