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There really is no excuse for not reading...

I took delivery of a couple of books today. I've been really looking forward to getting these for a number of reasons.



As you can see one of them is written by this year's Man Booker Award winner, Lydia Davis. She was quite a controversial selection because she mainly writes short fiction, very short fiction, micro-fiction, if truth be told. In fact, I counted five stories in her anthology which were only one line long - and I may have missed some because I was flicking through the book and it's easy to miss stories which are less than a page in length when you flick through a book.

Long time readers of the blog will know I struggle with reading. Having ADHD doesn't help, but the main reason is that I'm slowly - though less slowly these days - going blind. I can only read regular print when my focus co-operates, and more and more it is not co-operating. At work I now have a brilliant machine which enlarges print for me, but it's not something I can carry around…

Alone... And Stuff...

Do you ever just need to be alone?



As the boys are growing up, we have more times when the house is quiet. The youngest will be asleep. One will be reading, one will be playing on his computer with headphones on, one will be painting and there is stillness.

Sometimes, even that is not enough.

Sometimes I crave being alone, with no possibility of someone suddenly realising they have to tell me something important or ask me a question or even just crash about in the kitchen.

Sometimes I crave S P A C E, lots and lots of space, being able to walk from room to room without encountering another soul.

This is how I felt when I woke up this morning, so instead of getting ready for work, I decided to stay home. Get up, but not go anywhere, no hear the sound of my own voice, or anyone else's.

I think this might just be part of getting older. After a lifetime of chasing after other people and trying not to be alone, my mind and body is full of thoughts, experiences, feelings, and busy-ness …

Bags...

I posted a couple of years ago about winning a designer handbag - and I modelled how I really just don't know the first thing about wearing fashionable totes. I still have that handbag and I still don't use it much - it doesn't really suit any of my outfits...

I have quite a few bags, actually. I have something of a crush on handbags and totes - and I can never really find the perfect one.

In recent years I've used these two a lot...


I love both these bags, they're just really beautiful to me. They're very roomy, too roomy really; they always end up overfilled and it's a looooooong way to the bottom of these bags. The red one has a really handy pocket on the strap which is perfect for keeping my phone and Myki close at hand thought. These bags cost me about $35 each.

These next bags I've used in the past when I didn't want to carry anything too big. You know, they always end up being too small. I never go anywhere without may purse, phone, or keys. …

Schitzotypal

I'm here... I just had a deadline to get ahead of before I could do any blogging...

Funny - well, funny is totally not the right word in this context, especially after two hours sleep and the amount of stress that inevitably accompanies this most unfunny phenomenon - how I struggle to get any work done in the past five weeks, and then this morning I do most of it in just two hours... Oh well, I have time to blog, that's the important thing...

While taking a short coffee break from reading and reviewing some flash fiction storiesI read this article about creativity, eccentricity and the schitzotypal personality.

In short, it discusses the various studied links between eccentric behaviour and analysed levels of creativity in individuals. It also shows a link between schitzotypal personalities (those more open to metaphysical phenomena, more likely to dress strangely or claim to see and hear things others don't, or have a tendency towards superstition and so on) and familial …

Facts About Insomniacs...

As a veteran of insomnia, I feel well qualified to disseminate a little FYI about the realities of being an insomniac and some helpful tips for living with an insomniac. Let's see...



Insomniacs are deep thinkers. This is the main reason we cannot get to sleep. We start thinking about something and then we get buried in the thought and then we can't get out again and the whole theory of 'just let the thoughts slip away, zen style' is completely lost on us because we'll probably just start thinking about the how zen itself isn't very zen because you still have a desire - the desire to let go of desire...People with ADHD are notorious sufferers of insomnia - this is because a) we have overlapping thought processes; several channels of thought going at once - we can think about zen, and a den of lion, and Ken the lawn-mowing guy, and dammit the grass is getting too long in the front yard again, must call Ken, and b) we are readily distracted by every sound, car ligh…

Facing Facts...

Sometimes there's just no getting away from the truth.

Not that I'm the sort of person who runs from the truth much, but sometimes it takes a while for the truth the sink in for me.

This last week has been a bit like that.

For one thing, I've had a cold. We've had a lot of colds in our house this year. I was talking to my friend, Jayne, and realised we'd run out of Olive Leaf extract. I was probably the only one who took it regularly but possibly it was doing us, or at least me, more good than we realised. This week I developed a cough and laryngitis. The laryngitis didn't really hurt much, but I started to lose my voice. I took Friday off work - even though that deadline is pressing down now and of course, I've been slack - and then on Saturday I had decided not to go to friend's party that night, but then changed my mind in the afternoon because I was feeling a bit better having spent most of the day just lazing about. Sunday wasn't good, though, …

Things I'm Learning - second week in the office.

I'm more than half way through my second week as someone who goes to (unpaid0 work, and I've learned a few things over the past 9 'work days' I thought I'd share with you guys.

This is a great place to blog. In fact, I find I blog first thing when I get in here and that gets the creative juices flowing - so you can pretty much guarantee that if I have blogged, it means I've been to work.The reticulated air in here is hot and dry and yawn inducing, and the only way I can combat it seems to be by taking my shoes off, so I'm becoming recognised as the 'researcher in socks' - as a side note, I'm not particular about matching my socks in the morning, so I'm probably secretly known as 'that crazy odd sock lady'.Researchers in the department of Arts and Education don't seem to be morning people; Imagine tumbleweed city in here at 9am...Except on Fridays - on Fridays I walk in to packed cubicles. Something about Fridays seems to motivate …

Term Three...

Term three!

I cannot believe how quickly the holidays passed this time around.

I also cannot believe that we still haven't managed to have MIL come around for a visit. By now she is probably thinking we have no intention of ever inviting her over. We will definitely have to remedy that this week. We have been discussing having a time each week when we visit her for no specific reason - that is, not for running errands, unless they happen to need running at that time, just visiting for a chat and some tea, very low key.

That would be the only low key part of our lives at the moment.

Today Lukas and Bryn went back to school for term three. Ari went back to kinder. Erik doesn't go back to high school until tomorrow, but will spend today finally finishing the painting for the 'Brushes with Life' table top book.

I was given a reprieve on the work I had due for last night because my supervisor needed to reschedule our appointment for next week instead of this week due to a t…

Christmas in July...

I totally forgot to post about having Christmas in July last weekend!

It was all kinds of awesome!

There was Chrissy decoration making for the kids.

There was jumping on the jumping pillow.

There was three generations of men just chilling in the winter sun.

Spit roast arriving.

Chrissy in July showbags...

...including the annual treasure hunt.

Hanging of the children's handmade decorations. 





 Roast a-roasting on the spit.

A birthday selfie from Mr 'Turned 14 on the day'.

Table hockey!


And what is a celebration without face painting? 




Candy guess is serious business - formula were formulated and estimates estimated...

Pensive - it is crucial to get this right - a lot of lollies are at stake!

 So sweet!