23rd May 2012
Oh, I detest the summer. One walks around in as little as decently possible while trying to move as little as possible. As the days have been getting hotter and hotter my dreams of escaping this horrible tropical hell and moving to a cooler climate where it won’t hurt to cuddle my cats (yes, really; I haven’t been able to…
16th May 2012
I find that I’m unusually contented with my lot lately. It’s not rare for me to go through periods of contentment where I am happy to go through my day doing my work, and living my quiet life. But underneath that contentment there’s always a fire, a perennial longing to do today all the things I want someday. I’ve learned…
27th April 2012
It seems to be a week of rants for me. I was chatting to my friend a while back and discussing her plans for the day (which included baking for her husband and children) when she suddenly informed me that she couldn’t bake, as she didn’t have the right ingredients. When I inquired as to what she was missing she…
20th April 2012
Conscious and Unconscious in Varying Degrees of Time (In loving memory of Colin) They called me when I was sitting staring out the window (and wondering about proliferation) Could have knocked me down with a feather (or anything handy). ‘But that’s absurd’, I said, unmoved, unemotional. ‘He’s in the best of health’, I said. ‘I would have known’, I said,…
18th April 2012
When I was five years old, I was given my very first dolls house. It came with a set of dolls house dolls who lived in it, and it was as tall as I was, had pink and white furniture, real curtains at the windows, and even a winding staircase. The dolls house dolls who lived in it were a…
9th April 2012
There is an old shoe box that dwells on the top shelf of my closet. It is where paper photographs of my childhood reside. I spent a part of the afternoon sitting cross-legged on the floor of my closet, looking through the contents of the box. There are the photographs that never made it to the digital world for various…
3rd February 2012
I dropped in unexpectedly on mum the other day to find her having a cup of tea with her solicitor, a kindly old man whom I’ve known since I was a little girl. My most endearing memory of him is the way he held my hand when I was a terrified five-year-old in court during my parents’ rather bitter…
2nd February 2012
I consider myself blessed. My friends constantly challenge me to think more closely and less guardedly, and in so doing they help me see more clearly more often. In recent times, a friend talked to me in great depth about selfishness. He was talking about his own selfishness and his inability to consider himself better than other people because of…
1st February 2012
“Oh how I wish I could go back to being fifteen again”, lamented my best friend Aro to the world at large. Lolling near the window on a large couch, with a book in one hand and an iced drink in the other, I hardly heard a word until she repeated it again, with a glare at me. Clearly,…
30th January 2012
A friend recently broke up with her boyfriend of four years, because of what if. What if, she said, it didn’t work out? What if her ex-boyfriend who was still in her life was still the one for her? What if she found out a little too late that she’d made the biggest mistake of her life? “What if…