2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life. They contemplate the random nature of a day. Or a night. HE IS GIFFING OFF IN BRISBANE and SHE IS GIFFED OFF IN BILAMBIL. She don’t normally dance but dancing would be most likely a good idea.


Dance till the stars come down from the rafters
Dance, Dance, Dance till you drop.
~W.H. Auden

misc07.gif She is feeling rather Blue but Purple is a far better colour. Her suitcase is Purple and heavy enough to give her the Blues. A Volvo of the Suitcase world. Even Joanne Pascoe staggered a little as she hoisted it into the boot of the Prelude. Purple then.

In your neat garden iris grows
Bright yellow, mauve – in stately rows.
This one you’ve picked’s a lovely thing,
I know it brightens up our spring.
But in the forest, springtime’s child,
A purple iris growing wild,
Can melt my heart as spring melts snow,
It’s spoilt me for the sort you grow!
– Jude, Wild Iris


She wants to be home again in her own paddocks. She misses her own flock and her own little lambs.

The wolf shall also dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a little child shall lead them.



All her tentacles are loosened and have been for 10 days and she feels very GIFFED. She has arms to wrap around something.

We are R.E.M. This is what we do.

It’s the poison that in measures brings illuminating vision.
It’s the knowing with a wink what we expect in southern women.
It’s the wolf that knows which root to dig to save itself.
It’s the octopus that crawled back to the sea.


2 weeks she has been sitting with daughters and sons and daughters in law and sons in law. 2 weeks she has been with grand daughters. Now she’s home alone on the Hill with the moon coming in to full and the Old Gentleman abandoned by his wife sleeps alone in the Main House.

HE sleeps one more night in the Auchenshuggle. For now – SHE is on the Hill. The children are in their big houses to the South.

Through my grandmother’s eyes, I can see more clearly the way things used to be, the way things ought to be, and most important of all, the way things really are. Ed Cunningham

  • Walking With Grandma
  • I like to walk with Grandma,
    Her steps are short like mine.
    She doesn’t say “Now hurry up”,
    She always takes her time.
    I like to walk with Grandma,
    Her eyes see things like mine do,
    Wee pebbles bright, a funny cloud,
    half hidden drops of dew.
    Most people have to hurry,
    They do not stop to see,
    I’m glad that God made Grandma
    Unrushed and young like me!




Her daughter has chickens. 4 chickens in a coop way up the back. The Goanna got at one and hurt its leg and another has escape routes and likes to roam free. Got into the house so it did. We used to have chickens in the house 20 years ago.


Senator Money of Mississippi asked an old man what breed of chickens he considered best, and he replied:

“All kinds has merits. De w’ite ones is de easiest to find; but de black ones is de easiest to hide aftah you gits ’em.”


Now the night passes and the moon crosses the sky .

Last of these nights alone. Some aimless anger rules her .

“One who smiles rather than rages is always the stronger.”

Japanese Proverb

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