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A good sleep

February 16, 2017

IMG_0918 front garden August 2016

Is it true that the elderly sleep less? As much as I dislike starting an article about sleep, I wonder about it? So much depends on a good sleep. One of the first thing we ask each other; how was your sleep?  Or, how did you sleep? I know that if the answer is “terrible” we could be in for a torrid day. With the years piling up, more and more memories and life’s baggage gets stored. You wonder if losing a bit of memory is a blessing in disguise.

I have become more forgetful, especially names. It is something that worries some but not me. I have no trouble admitting I don’t know a single name of a recent Olympic champion. I remember Zatopek and Fanny Blankers Koen from the past. I don’t know the name of even a single rugby player of today.  Sport and I are Teflon coated. Water off a ducks back, and gladly so. I feel sorry for all those ex-champions having to cope with a future life without fame, all fading away into so much nothingness. Like all of us really. One ought to be thankful for lacking fame.

We have both keenly taken to a large memory calendar on which we write down future appointments. One of our first appointment will be getting quotes for air conditioning. Next, yearly check ups for doctors, poking around a bit here and there. A hearing check up. That’s all there is so far. I hope to get more interesting appointments written down soon. A date for a trip around the world on a large cruise-liner would be nice. Or, being interviewed about having won a literary competition. Oprah Winfrey talk show invitation?

So far this large desk-top calendar has just those few appointments. No dinner dates or meeting up with our PM Turnbull nor any undertaker. I wonder if he suffers sleepless nights? He isn’t a happy man anymore. Being at the mercy of the extreme charlatans of the right. He must have had a dream for change. Make Australia progressive. Pass legislation hurling Australia into the twenty first century. Even the same sex marriage bill, which most want, including our PM, is now slipping away. Why doesn’t he have the guts of his convictions and go for needed change? He might loose his Prime ministership, but he can say; I tried!

No appointment needed for the date with autumn. A few golden-auburn Liquid Amber (Liquidambar styraciflua)  leaves have arrived already. We can’t get to cooler weather soon enough. We are now troubled by having seen a very nice free-standing house opposite where we live. It has a beautiful garden and a workshop-cum extra little living space (for times during marital upheavals/differences/ enthusiastic outbursts.) It has its own men’s shed really!  I could finally make a rabbit hutch. The house itself has more space. Above all, it would allow us to get away from the Body corporate and its Strata witchcraft. No more stolen plants or bullying threats from ropable divorcées.

We really like living in this town-house. It is convenient and so much work  Helvi put in the garden. The problem is that old trees don’t easily get re-planted elsewhere. Are we old trees? While not saplings, we don’t feel like gnarled oaks. What do you reckon? Should we move? It would be rather painless moving across the road and being able to give the ‘finger-up’ to Body Corporate/Strata witches. Mind you, retaliation isn’t an answer to bullying.

What do youse reckon?


The words resume.

April 3, 2016


]The book ‘Almost There’ did go through its final reading and corrections. Many commas have gone or re-appeared, and images and photos centred. The syntax is still chaotic and a bit odd (according to my daughter), but so be it! After two more letters from the publisher, I pressed the magic button. It is now resting somewhere in London on the Canary Wharf. Who would have thought? A ‘board’ of editors might well be sitting around the oblong shaped mahogany table and pore over its lines and word order right now. Did I hear the popping of the champagne?

I am now half way through compiling another one. With over close to a million words embedded in WordPress, surely there has to be another seventy thousand words or so that can be picked up for another bite at the cherry and give a modest contribution to faithful readers in the form of a tangible book? It is so re-assuring that if all publishing efforts fail I can simply go through the CreateSpace and Amazon kindle process and pay up the lolly for doing an ‘Indie.’ I was totally mystified about this Indie word till I learned recently that it stands for independent self funded publishing.

Things are tough for publishing and when one thinks that only about one manuscript in a hundred gets published one understands that publishers get very choosy on what to publish. They must get so frustrated in trying to pick a winner. I can imagine most editors would just give most manuscripts a glance for a second or so before dumping it. I think a loud yawn is probably more likely than the popping of champagne.

However, Two Roads of the UK, whose Chief Editor is Lisa Highton, helped publish a winner. It is ‘Ruby’ by Cynthia Bond. course, the guarantee to a best seller is an interview by Oprah Winfrey which happened. She gave Cynthia and her book a rave review, comparing her with Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Can it get any better?