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Part of this complete breakfast

One of the best bits of my job(s) — maybe even THE best bit, on some days — is all the reading. I’ve always been a…shall we say…revolting glutton of a voracious reader. I read so many books, quickly, deeply, and often a few times over. (“Oooh, that bit was particularly good…better make extra sure it’s […]

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Rut rut rut.

I hasten to clarify I don’t mean “rut” as in bull mooses going HEAD TO HEAD IN AN ALL OUT GRUDGE MATCH THROWDOWN, but rather “rut” as in “groove”. Which sounds lovely but isn’t necessarily so, as the song says. So I’ve been knitting these cute little ducky socks: …which are, I think you must […]

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*whistle* Half-time over! Back on the field!

The year gallops! A friend once said to me that after August, there’s basically only a fortnight to Christmas. It’s been an intense year for me, and the second half of it is doubling down and getting even more vigorous. We spent June overseas, in the US and Switzerland, and came home with heads full […]

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Clickin’ publish and takin’ names.

My first encounter with the word “blog” was in the context of an article speculating about the possibly increasing narcissism inherent in our (white, middle-class, Western) culture. This was in, erm, 1999, when the word blog was all but unheard-of. And this wasn’t a peer-reviewed scholarly paper, either: this was a fluffy, stock-photo-littered tabloid spread […]

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Taking time

I like things that take time. Sourdough bread, fresh yoghurt; fruit and vegetables from the backyard, which I’ve watched slowly, slowly transform sunlight, carbon and hydrogen into miraculous arrangements that fuel me. Snails. Evolution. Knitting. Playing Schubert’s Arpeggione sonata on the clarinet. Preserved lemons. Dreadlocks. Almost anything that is worth having or doing is worth […]

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Cosmic

Today, a gift. Of the most random kind. My Dadini’s Mum was a craftsperson par excellence. Everything she turned her hand to, she turned it well. When she died in 2004, Dadini and I were among the Clean Out The Craft Room Committee. Butter my butt and call me a biscuit, it was astonishing. We […]

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FO Report: Infrastructure

I am infused with a spirit of finish-it-uppity, like some sort of dynamic knitting vodka. Finished today: Black mitts for Dadini, Green Sprite (which I mentioned earlier). It’s good to get these done, just in time for spring (I hope I never have to knit my way out of an emergency). It’s good to finish […]

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Supper

I love the word supper. It sounds cosy and uplifting, like a meal you would need after a hard night’s snowshoeing to rescue an injured baby moose. You stumble home, exhausted but jovial, and your waiting loved ones would bring you supper while you regaled them with the thrilling and humourous tale of how you […]

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Questions I have, answers I not.

Etiquette: you have been out walking in your lunchbreak. You are listening to your ipod and generally grooving. As you return to your workspace, you realise a quick bathroom stop is in order. Do you (a) return your ipod to your desk and then double back to go to the bathroom; or (b) wear your […]

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A case of the shoulds

It’s Sunday and I’m sitting here with a coffee and a case of the shoulds. I should finish cooking and packing my lunches for the week. I should finish the two saved-but-not-really-written blog posts open in the other browser tabs. I should start the edits and rewrites on the short story I wrote yesterday. I […]

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