Being fifty-something, I love a giveaway … whether I’m on the giving OR the receiving end of it! Thanks to everyone who showed interest in winning a copy of Calling Invisible Women by Jeanne Ray in my recent giveaway. And a big thanks to Random House New York for providing the prize. Given the umber… Continue reading Announcing … ta-dah … book giveaway winner!
Being fifty something I leap at any opportunity I can to feed my inner child. So it didn’t take much enticing to get Mr P and moi down to Point Lonsdale on The Bellarine for the Queenscliff Bricks (Lego) exhibition. (We never need an excuse to take a drive to this beautiful part of the… Continue reading Lego, window-leering, lunch and lollies
Being fifty-something, I’m eligible for all sorts of government freebies like regular screening mammograms. The letter arrived today, heralding that my mammogram time has cycled around again. I should be pleased. I should be grateful. But every time I have to work my way through the process, thought by thought. When I phone the clinic… Continue reading Mammogram musing …
Being fifty-something, I love a great read. I love it even more when a great read just falls in my lap. No prevaricating over the “just returned” shelves at the library. No trawling through the “people who bought this also bought this” recommendations at Amazon. No hoping to luck onto a pre-read gem at the… Continue reading Book Review and *GIVEAWAY*: Calling Invisible Women
Being fifty-something, I can admit to a hippy-like view of the universe and how it brings you what you need or deserve (not necessarily what you want … or think you want). Last night, I think the universe bit back at me for my blogpost about fugly power line stanchions. Yes, we suffered a power… Continue reading The universe bites back
*** warning: weird brain-dump post following*** Being fifty-something, I think way too much. Lately I’ve been thinking about wind farms. I love looking at wind turbines … those majestic towering beauties that appear on the horizon when you least expect it, in the middle of a Sunday drive. Sometimes you just get a glimpse of… Continue reading Thinking about … wind turbines
Being fifty-something, I’m more grateful than ever for my sisters. I recall many years ago I was trying to convince a teary friend that she’d feel better if she talked through her troubles with someone. “It’s all right for you,” she sobbed defensively. “You’ve got all those sisters.” It dawned on me that I had… Continue reading Lunching with the sisterhood.
