Recently whilst house-sitting for some friends I had to deal with a little incident involving their dog Grace, a voluminous poop, and a very expensive, thick pile rug.This required an extended cleaning intensive on my part to extract the particulate matter, followed by an emergency dash to the local shops to pick up a packet … Continue reading The simple genius of baking soda.
The American poet Mary Jane Oliver died on January 18, 2019. She was 83 years old.And now the world needs another poet. At least. When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death … Continue reading When Death Comes
Our next trip away in Ripley is just on a month away. So we have started getting her ready for action.Kelly has been busy making new chair covers, and I have been fixing a few minor structural issues. For example, I needed to reinforce the fold-away table with a few extra brackets after someone (who … Continue reading Trip planing: do we take the Bight?
I am not really very active on social media at the moment. So apologies to anyone who has left a message or comment there for me.Sure, I post links to stuff I have written, but I'm really not consuming anything that Facebook or Twitter or Instagram has to offer.I really do feel it is time … Continue reading The NOW page.
Ripley has been in deep hibernation now for a couple of months.But we are about to wake her up for a 3-month road trip we have been planning. Rattling down the east coast and then on through Victoria. Across to Adelaide. And then perhaps across the Nullabor plain to Western Australia, or perhaps a squiggly … Continue reading Ripley rising.
In the burn of the afternoon Homeward bound after 3 weeks out. Before Christmas seems like forever. Central smells like oil and old socks sandstone, grease and 2 dollar begs. But my coffee is strong and the scorching tracks will take me soon. Home. Location:Central Station Sydney.