I think it’s fair to say that we all have those times that drive us to do something we’ve thought about, but never got to.

Having started doing that thing I thought about three years ago, but didn’t do until today, I will now say a bit about me:

I’m a middle aged woman, a ’62 model, baby boomer, a grey rider, even though I haven’t ridden a motorbike for eons. (The one time I did, it was a postie bike with no gears, and because I’m laden with co-ordination, I managed to put a hole in a shed wall and also excavate a sapling that’d been planted that very day). But, I digress.

I moved here with my partner in May of 2016, after living in a small town called Grenfell for eleven and a half years. Six and a half of those years were spent in the same house and job. I made many friends there, and it was a big wrench to move, but here I am.

Originally, I hail from Sydney. I lived 40 years of my life there, with three spent on a Navy training base in Crib Point, Victoria. I was married to a Sailor for 23 years, with the marriage ending in 2009. I have a daughter who is 22, and a foster boy – who I will call my son – who’s 25. They both live in Canberra, which isn’t far from where I am now.

I’ve had many house/flat moves in my “young” life, and know that this latest move probably won’t be my last.

I have a dream, and one that’s only been formed recently. That dream is to buy a place of my own that is old, but solid, and as the Americans say these days, FLIP IT. I love watching those shows, and a seed has sprouted from doing that.

I do want to get a book of my poetry together and publish it. That’s another, very long-standing dream I have, but I seem to pick other things to do (in between work) and it just doesn’t happen. Maybe this enforced period of little to no work may encourage a wee bit out of me towards that dream.

I have poems published on two other sites (PoetsForIntegrity and Fanstory). The other two I won’t mention because they don’t seem to like my work on there. SIGH.

I have a very comprehensive portfolio of poems which I will gradually publish on here, and hope that those who take the time to read me, will enjoy me and actually TELL ME. My ego is a little bit bruised, as I hope you can understand.

In my current home, I share with my partner Dwain, a dog called Benji (a Maltese shitzu cross jack russel), five cats (TimTam, Madam, Spud, Jelly Bean and Pepper), an aviary with thirteen cockatiels, one Eastern rosella and two Alexandrine parrots. Inside there is another cage with two cockatiels (Loopy and Mango) and a budgie called Blinky.

Dwain tells me I think too much. I guess he’s right because sometimes my head throbs with all the thoughts jostling around in there. I think about thinking. And if there’s nothing to worry about, I’ll find it, as God is my witness.

I’m overweight, getting lazy and starting to enjoy the lazy bit. I’ve been busy most of my life. Busy in ways that aren’t always noticeable by the casual observer. If I’m sitting on my verandah with a coffee or wine, smoking cigarettes, you can bet your bottom dollar I’m thinking. I work out my finances in that space. I try to solve the world’s problems, but then I realise that’s a cliche and not possible, so I move on to other things. Like, should I garden today, clean the house, get on the treadmill or … ? The list goes on.

I think this “About” blog is getting a bit long-winded. I’ll leave it to you to figure out the rest of who I am, and please let me know, because sometimes I forget.

 

 

 

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