Getting sick once is acceptable. Getting sick twice in a month is a bad look.

Getting sick with bronchitis twice in a month and not being able to breathe.... yeah, no so priceless.

I did something tonight that I've been missing. The Girl is doing one of her school play performances, and the lodger is out clubbing with her mates. The Guy is off doing army work for 3 weeks, so I was going to be alone for dinner and I didn't want to be. Lo and behold, I came across a friend/neighbour at work today (she was at a PhD session ( Read more... )

Wow,I've replanted the garden a lot of times. I don't want to even think about how much money we've sunk into it. But I have to say, the current raised bed arrangement looks awesome. Planted tons of herbs today- good workout for the lungs and the knees, which are both weak points at the moment. One of my old Italian neighbours wanted to buy our ( Read more... )

Early spring has sprung, and I'm ready to contemplate again ( Read more... )

I am completely drunk with the scent of orange blossoms, which the Israelis seem to take for granted ( Read more... )

I knew I would find Israel freaky. I guess that is why I waited so long to go there. That, and the occupation ( Read more... )

PG and I went to a performance called 'Home' on Saturday night. It was a meal with music and a play within it - about the meaning of home and how it is reflected in food. Two women - one born in Italy and one in Portugal - performed and supplied recipes. It was very good and a beautiful night for the walk home ( Read more... )

I feel very sad about the continuing devastation in Japan. Definitely too early, at least in my head, to turn this into an argument against nuclear power - or for that matter, ass-covering on nuclear power (it isn't that bad! No one has died from radiation poisoning - yet!). And I say that as a lifelong opponent of nuclear power. Just rescue ( Read more... )

I've been having odd nightmares about my son in Israel lately. Not logical nightmares, like him being killed in a bomb. Dreams where his youth group dumps him on our doorstep because he is being disruptive, with a 'James Cagney at the end of Public Enemy' flourish. Which is, after all, more likely ( Read more... )

My running joke about Melbourne is that I've never lived in a more suburban city. This back garden, for instance. Only 10 metres by 5, but a pain in the rear to maintain. I did some gardening today - throwing good money after bad. Once I get some veggies to grow in the shade, the snails eat 'em before we do. We've got a bay tree, 2 old lemon ( Read more... )