About Me
I live in Western Australia, near the water, in the city. I like to wander about. I love my family and friends. I read when I can, write when I can, take photos and hope for the best.
"When, however, I look over the hints and memorandums I have taken down ... my heart almost fails me at finding how my idle humor has led me aside ..."
Washington Irving
'The Author's Account of Himself'
The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon
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In the Age of the Automobile - and nothing has shaped our culture like the motor car - there have been many great drivers but only one great passenger.
Tom Robbins
Even Cowgirls Get The Blues
Sunday, August 12, 2007
TOIL, Surprise Visits and Full-Length Mirrors
Gill and I both took time off in lieu on Friday afternoon. I'm to be a bridesmaid (and Gill a bride - wow!) and we thought we might spend some time thinking about whatever it is people think about before weddings. If another person tells me I need to tell her to book ahead, I may start to feel some heavy responsibility. As it is, we went to Epic for coffee and then Tiger, Tiger for lunch and I still feel like I'm just the person for the job.
On Saturday I went to the Old Bakery on Eighth Ave before swish - it's starting to be a regular place to visit because of the yummy sandwiches and because the coffees come with a little wee tiny tasty biscuit. At swish I wore my new cycling gloves (back to front on P's advice) and a support bandage supplied by L and I have no bruises to show for it. Felt like Spiderman in the gloves. Discovered that the venue has a wheelchair accessible toilet with a full-length mirror in it - I think the church's op shop customers use it as a fitting room.
Erin and Rod (and Skye) called on Saturday night to say they were at the Hungry Jacks drive-through down the road and could they pick me anything up? They stayed at the OBH and we ate brekky at La Barchetta before driving to Freo and checking out the markets. A good surprise visit!
So not a bad weekend, especially after I worked out that I needed to blog.
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On Saturday I went to the Old Bakery on Eighth Ave before swish - it's starting to be a regular place to visit because of the yummy sandwiches and because the coffees come with a little wee tiny tasty biscuit. At swish I wore my new cycling gloves (back to front on P's advice) and a support bandage supplied by L and I have no bruises to show for it. Felt like Spiderman in the gloves. Discovered that the venue has a wheelchair accessible toilet with a full-length mirror in it - I think the church's op shop customers use it as a fitting room.
Erin and Rod (and Skye) called on Saturday night to say they were at the Hungry Jacks drive-through down the road and could they pick me anything up? They stayed at the OBH and we ate brekky at La Barchetta before driving to Freo and checking out the markets. A good surprise visit!
So not a bad weekend, especially after I worked out that I needed to blog.
Labels: cafes, Cottesloe, Dee, family, Freo, friends, Maylands, swish
Sunday, August 05, 2007
The Girl Who Got What She Wanted
I did whatever I felt like doing on Saturday.
First I walked to Daisy's for a takeaway coffee and then to the beach.
In Cottesloe, I bought a jacket from the Empire Rose outlet, ate lunch and picked up some cycling gloves to wear at swish. Without looking, I spotted two gifts.
After walking home with all these plus the paper, a lotto ticket and some groceries, I set off for a local nursery.
Ahh, boronia. Every year I breathe in the first scent of it and feel like there's more to life than the everyday. I felt like a child as I carried it past the other plants - doing what pleases me, in a little way.
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First I walked to Daisy's for a takeaway coffee and then to the beach.
In Cottesloe, I bought a jacket from the Empire Rose outlet, ate lunch and picked up some cycling gloves to wear at swish. Without looking, I spotted two gifts.
After walking home with all these plus the paper, a lotto ticket and some groceries, I set off for a local nursery.
Ahh, boronia. Every year I breathe in the first scent of it and feel like there's more to life than the everyday. I felt like a child as I carried it past the other plants - doing what pleases me, in a little way.
Labels: boronia, Cottesloe, Dee, garden, plants, shopping, swish
Monday, February 19, 2007
In A Week When L Lost His Pants
I celebrated my 35th birthday, my boss said I have the job, and Gill and I went to the Funk Club - which is very relaxed and funky indeed - at the Leederville. J and Gill and I tried to ignore the rainbow lorikeets screeching as we ate dinner at Tropicana and watched the sun set over Cottesloe beach on Friday. Later we sat outside La Barchetta for dessert and listened to the goings on at the OBH. Our writers group met at the Albion for drinks on Thursday. Shan sent me some fruit lollies. Boot rang me at work to wish me a happy birthday. Shan texted, Erin called from a phone box. And the school librarian at Caelan's school died. A man who lent books and tended chooks. Prizewinning chooks, from the schoolyard to the Royal Show.
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Labels: birthday, Cottesloe, family, friends, Funk Club, writers group
