Hello there, I thought I’d dust the ol’ blog off a bit and try writing something again. The pandemic has killed off a lot of my initiative for creativity, mostly by sucking all the brain energy out of me, but once in a blue moon something floats up from the depths that contains the kernel…
I was ridiculously hungry yesterday, having been out and about all morning and trying to get home quickly. I had a few minutes before my bus came along down O’Connell Street and limited choices. Scratch that, one choice – the absolute closest place to the bus stop where I could grab a nibble – the Boston…
Apples. Bananas. Grapes. Grapes. Apples. Bananas. Bananas. Grapes. Apples. These are the fruits my kid eats. And honestly, grapes are very hit or miss. No strawberries, no oranges, no peaches, no plums, no kiwis, no melons, no…. well, you get the idea. Hawkeye is what is commonly known as “a fussy eater”. I have repeatedly…
I was chatting yesterday with a relatively new friend who is also an author and between one thing and another, the conversation led me to go back through a good number of my old posts on this blog. It was late, and I didn’t re-read everything I wrote from top to bottom, but I skimmed…
“Mommmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!” This is how I’m usually greeted when I collect Hawkeye from creche at the end of the day, accompanied by a dash at top speed and a crushing bear hug. Lately, I’ve taken to preemptively dropping down to one knee and bracing myself for the onslaught. Some things are predictable, you see. “Let’s go…
This is not a sugar bowl. Well, okay… it is, in fact, a sugar bowl. But it’s not just a sugar bowl. It is so much more than a sugar bowl. It’s a symbol. This Denby Imperial Blue covered sugar bowl is a symbol of adulting. … … Are you done laughing at me now?…
One might need a physics degree to actually understand the discrete mathematical concepts and equations behind Einstein’s Theory of Relativity and its application to cosmology and astrophysics, but most people know and understand the layman’s version: Put your hands on a hot stove for a minute and it seems like an hour. Sit with a…
It’s only Tuesday but it’s another stressful week already at work, mostly due to overwhelming amount of work in the end-of-year run-up, the usual last minute crises, and a really badly timed internal departmental office move from one floor to another which has left everyone additionally frazzled from trying to get their footing in a…
Sometimes you just need something sweet, and sugary, and warm, and cinnamonny, with some tea and a slice of nostalgia. Thankfully I had the opportunity to partake in these seasonal treats with my tea. Really hit the October sweet spot. Emphasis on the sweet. I did have a more exciting post planned for today, involving Sunday’s…
Today’s posht is brougght to you by whishkey. Specifically, whiskey cocktails. We had a Friday night work thingy. A shindig. Hootenanny? … Wait. Where do the words shindig and hootenanny even come from? I mean, do shins get dug, and hoots nannied? Or does the nanny hoot? I mean, those are some pretty weird words…
Halloween is around the corner and the decorations, pumpkins, costumes, spiderwebs, and all sorts of other spooky things are going up thick and fast. Our office canteen got in on the action this year with home made baked goodies. There were Bat Brownies, Peanut Butter Spider Cookies, and my absolute favourites – Homicide Biscuits. The…
The Feathered Rose 