Most people live in a myth and grow violently angry if anyone dares to tell them the truth about themselves.

Above us, the waves. Fishers Point, Southwest National Park, Tasmania

Stealing again from Sunday Stealing. Currently, I am...

Reading... Pat Barker’s latest book, Noonday.

Writing... a blog post!

Playing... Minecraft, on survival mode on the Playstation 4.

Watching... Limmy’s Show.

Trying... to figure out what to do next.

Cooking... lots of curries.

Drinking... plenty of water.

Calling... all the shots.

Pinning... the blame on someone else.

Tweeting... the time and distance that I’ve run.

Crafting... lots of pick-axes!

Doing... whatever it takes.

Going... hard at the ball.

Loving... a bit of peace of quiet when I can get it.

Hating... the increasing pace of time passing.

Re-Discovering... the joys of shepherd’s pie.

Enjoying... myself immensely.

Thinking... far too much for my own wellbeing.

Feeling... like another swig of water.

Missing... out on foot rubs.

Hoping... that the creepers don’t ruin my beautifully maintained pumpkin patch.

Listening... to the whispers in the wind.

Celebrating... every day as if it’s the last.

Smelling... like patchouli.

Thanking... my lucky stars.

Considering... all the options.

Starting... to nod off.

Comments

Kwizgiver said…

Lots of upbeat answers! :-)

21 March 2016 at 02:52

CountryDew said…

I am glad you had an answer to "pinning" - I didn't even know what that meant!

21 March 2016 at 06:49

shortybear said…

great answers.

21 March 2016 at 13:33

jennifer anderson said…

you sound calm :)

22 March 2016 at 00:44

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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