Personal blog
I suppose that is one way to contrive an opportunity to live overseas for a while.
3 months without a decent coffee??!! (Haha)
There is nothing more fun than a public holiday to try something different.
I have work tasks in my calendar too.… Read the rest
It feels like it has been a long week,
And it is only Wednesday.
I am weary,
It is cold and wet outside,
And it is nice to be cosy,
Inside.
Feeling like feasting,
On pictures of cosy book cafes,
Overseas.… Read the rest
Not in the mood to be serious,
Nor academic.
Just want to soak my soul in Pinot Noir.
Feel it bubble up through all my interstices,
And soften the edges of a coarse kind of a day.… Read the rest
Mmmmm, a pint of sour,
On a chilly afternoon.
Step inside this lively pub,
To keep warm,
And soak up the sounds,
Of people getting loose.… Read the rest
Aching muscles and low energy,
Maybe it was the late night,
Or a different rate of metabolism.
I am not sure.
I am excited to come home,
And share some thoughts with you.
Tonight I will accompany my client to the comedy,
For now, I want to do something
That will enervate my spirit.… Read the rest
Imagine this,
It is a cosy, Tuesday evening in 2024,
I have spent the day in a mix of
An adventure, empathy, conversation,
And playing around on the Internet,
Or flexing my talent for practicality,
Or creativity,
Depending on the hour.… Read the rest
The hard lines,
And rational thinking,
Of kitchen design,
Does not precipitate a poetic state of mind.
I could get nothing new that I want,
And the same basic arrangement,
For a big chunk of change.
Or cobble together,
A custom solution,
With my preferred elements of practicality.… Read the rest
Wading through the treacle of my soul,
My to-do list hangs heavy around my neck.
Remembering crisp white wines of summer,
When the world sang of new life.
And friendship.
Drag myself up to the heart of my house.
Activities that require an energetic state of being,
Feel like pushing rocks uphill.… Read the rest
Cold, wet woollen jumper.
Soaked through.
The sound of the rain pouring down,
Is so cosy.
Leaves a smear of substance in its wake,
Washes everything away.
Everything.
Even my essence.… Read the rest
I am a little bored if I am honest,
Hehe.
Thinking that perhaps the natural tendency,
To withdraw from leisure activities,
When my wheels have all come off,
Is starting to resolve by now.
A Friday night feels like it might be a fun time out in the world.… Read the rest