It’s not all about me, apparently. After a number of wine fuelled conversations with people over the last couple of weeks it turns out everyone has had a crazy weird year…from 7 year olds to the 70 year olds…and we all think it went way too fast as well. And this apparently had nothing to do with me just wishing it were over already…but if it did, apologies. Truly.
WordPress sent me a lovely email to tell me which bits of writing were the most interesting from my piece of the interwebs…4 out of 5 posts were from 2008 and 2009. So if you knew me back then, that may have been as interesting as I got. I’m OK with that.
Why I Love Living on Acreage:
I still love it, but I think I’ll love it even more when our 17 year old gets his licence…or I may have a nervous breakdown, either way.
Sweet – A Sugar Free Christmas Part 2:
Hey, highly successful – I still fit into all my clothes post Christmas, plus I’ve had all the get up and go to do things around the place in the heat, when usually my get up and go has gotten up and went by now.
A Recipe Book of One’s Own:
It’s nice to know that there are other crazy people nostalgic for a time they never even lived in. I thought I was the only one. True story.
The Jerusalem Artichoke and I:
They will save/rule the world one day. And they do make you fart – that’s all I’m saying.
No matter how many times I go back over this one, I never stop agreeing with myself.
Thankyou reader for stopping by to read me over the years, I’m going to see if I can give it one more red-hot go before life interrupts again, keep your fingers crossed for me one way or the other! May you have a happy and healthy 2013 🙂
If, like me, you enjoy an op through an op-shop, this may be an op for you, women of Canberra and outlying districts. Next Sunday afternoon The Clothing Exchange will host its last clothes swap of the year.
The premise is you buy a ticket, find up to 6 items from your wardrobe (clean and in good repair) and you come, register and swap them for the same amount of items that will then find a good home in your wardrobe. Check here for FAQ.
This is a good time to pull out the things that never make the Vinnie’s bag because they’re too good/brand new or the ones that you love but you don’t ever wear because you don’t go to Gatsby style soirées as much as you’d hoped. Ahem.
They do have big girl stuff, as I can attest (at 5’10” 14-16), and champers. And a tip: wear clothes that you can change over for quick try ons: flats you can kick off and leggings and tank layers for I-cant-wait-for-the-changeroom excitement!
Come and try for some good clothes karma, and bring your buds for some extra fun – I’ll see you there!
Thank the Baby Cheeses that we live where we do; 5 acres is nothing to smirk at…we can see the glowy lights of our neighbours through the trees, but unlike when we lived in the city, we can’t see them through the window sitting at their table eating their burnt chops and lumpy mash. And, happily, unlike in the city – they can’t see us through their window in our next-to-nothings unless we happen to make a break for the clothesline early in the morning. I do try to keep that to a minimum.
But, see, 5 acres seems to be magic. Out here things tend to disappear into thin air. Clothes disappear after mini tornadoes rip past the clothesline. Electricity disappears with one good crack of lightning. Great fat chickens sometimes disappear leaving nary a feather. And food disappears from my pantry at a fascinating rate of knots. Weird weather, foxes and teenagers growing on fresh air and hormones can all be blamed for those types of losses to some degree or other. After having a really good look around (No, kids, not a BOY look around) we sometimes just shrug our shoulders, scratch our heads, pick our noses and accept that the thing in question is GONE. It doesn’t pay to overthink it – it’s farmlife. Bonus if it comes back (especially the electricity) but we’ve learned not to expect a return.
Sadly, our much loved cat Kayfa has similarly disappeared into thin air. We last saw her four days ago – leaping out the tray of the ute when I had to use it unexpectedly to make the school bus drop; she likes hidey holes and has about 72 here that we know of. That we know of; we’re all hoping she also has eleventy three we don’t know about. In Kayfa’s case (lovely petite, possum colored kitty that she is), it’s best not to think about what might her fate might be. It’s enough to keep me up at night. Cross your fingers. Oh, and in case she doesn’t return, please remind me it’s not necessary to balance out the animal quotient here…there are plenty of paws as it is. Plenty.
Anyone else have things disappear into thin air? Does it drive you to distraction trying to figure out how as well?
Monday morning – 6 days later – a seriously cranky Kayfa appeared at the door as I left for work!! She yowled all the way to the laundry where her food dish is, and Mr 17 year old leapt out of bed (crippled with hayfever) and called “My Little Darling! Where have you been?!”
Leaving me with two thoughts: No more can people blame all the animal craziness on me AND in what Universe did she disappear into??