Right at this moment, I have a fellow co-worker. Well, not quite at this moment because it’s Sunday and the eleventh holy commandment has always been: Kate Shall Not Worketh Sunday. However, come Monday I shall be joined by my co-worker as we paint our way through life. We are also dancing, singing and icy… Continue reading The Hazards Of Mirror Dance Offs
I recieved an interesting email this morning. Mostly, my emails are boring or even more boring, adverisment which I have to unsubscribe from. Can’t say I’ve ever receive much scam mail, but today seemed to be an exception. Because Iballistic Squid messaged me. Firstly, it took me a few seconds to get past the name.… Continue reading Email From Iballistic
So I moved into a camper van about two months ago. It’s a story for another time. During the week I park my van on a friend’s property, but on the weekend I head over to the folk’s place to chill with them. This evening my nine-year-old brother came tapping on my van door and… Continue reading What Would You Rather?
Last night I announce it was bedtime. Me: ‘Time for me to hit -‘ Mum: ‘The frog and toad.’ Me: ‘-hay stack…wait, what?’ Mum: ‘Frog and toad.’ Me: ‘The frog and toad??’ Mum: ‘I don’t know really what it means. I think you say it when you want to hit the road, but instead you… Continue reading A Conversation With Mum
This is what happens when Anna Goanna and I are in a goofy mood. We’re unable to help it. It’s a condition we were born with.
A few months ago, I spent some time with friends and family in a park. Here is the mischievous Anna. Mamma Duck was intently smiling at something. Mama Duck is a wise and attentive soul. This is my ‘I am mildly amused’ expression. This is my trademark expression. I take it everywhere with me. Lastly,… Continue reading Park Faces
A while back, I went bushwalking with these two. Matthew is now nine and is as much my little buddy he was at one day. Holding my mum’s hand for three hours while she screamed and strained to push him into the world gives you a kind of mental scarring that has no option but to develop… Continue reading Bushwalking, Charcoal and Weirdos