The Time-Suck Diet
Wait! Don’t let the word diet frighten you off. This isn’t about that kind of diet. I’ve already been down …
Tag Archives: moving
From Wanderlust To Wanderlost
I used to claim that I must have some gypsy blood in me–my yearning to travel endlessly was so strong. …
Deja Vu All Over Again
Don’t you just love irony? Especially when it happens to someone else. Well here’s your dose for today, my treat. …
A Cow At My Door
Living on the Main Street of a little country hamlet like Wilmot is nothing if not charming. Never before …
Bigger on the Inside
A word about my new Tardis: old. When I say ‘my new Tardis’ I mean, of course, it’s new to …
In Which I am Living in an A-Mazing Bunker
I am writing this from a bunker in Wilmot, Tasmania. The bunker is in the form of a maze, formed …
This Old House
My brain has been on a single track lately, and I’m not altogether certain whether I am, at last, hurtling …
In Which I Am Being Harassed By a Machine
It would be amusing if it weren’t such a bloody nuisance. Imagine, if you will, being phoned daily by a …
Just Shoot Me Now
Okay, you may as well knock me over and stomp on my head — again. Now that I know that …
A Place of My Own Again? Not…
This could be the answer to my problems! And finding material to salvage should be no problem. It may be …
The Meandering Matriarch 