Current visitor tally for week: 12 if the washing machine repair people are included.
Laundry: None (see above)
Meals: Too many to count, often prepared too late and in a rush. Some visitors fussy. (What’s not to like about potatoes? Or tuna? Or pasta?)
Paid employment: Squeezed between other things.
Writing: What’s that?
Exercise: Limited to gentle walking by virtue of back/hip/advancing decrepitude.
Jars of jams made: 14
Note to self: don’t tell people you make jam or they will offload all their surplus fruit and you will feel compelled to turn it into jam. And a jam compulsion is a terrible thing.
Blog-reading/news following/general connection with world: Is there a world out there?
Promise: To try to do better next week (see the weasel word in there?).
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Marburg Pub, circa 1891
Living and Writing among the Historical Ghosts of the Rosewood Scrub
Telling stories
My fictional family, the Jaeckels, left Marburg, Germany after the Prussian takeover in 1866 and ended up in Marburg, in the colony of Queensland, Australia. This is my story of writing their story.
On history:
"Our apparatniks will continue making
the usual squalid mess called History:/
all we can pray for is that artists,/
chefs and saints may still appear to blithe it."
W.H. Auden
Marburg Pub, circa 1891
Blithe's Bookshelf
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