i-landing

years go by..

looking back at those first 2 posts is like finding an old notebook with the beginning of a story in it.

stonyford's still the shackness of home, crammed full of treasures and memories, but not where i physically am most of the time.

 i'm on flinders island now...

  naturally managing resources and managing resources naturally and even managing natural resources. weedy ones mostly. municipally. or munciply as riddley walker might say. with a runcible spoon.... and, according to the photographic evidence, my feisty fightin hands on my hips :)

weeelllll.....
a mild winter's whisked by&spring's sprung since my 1st posting in june. 

my lovely feisty nana died on september 3rd. her mental cogs and gears were just slippin and snaggin ever more; she locked herself outside in a courtyard at 4a.m one freezing morning and had a core temp of 25degrees by the time she was rescued 5hours later.    that didnt kill her but it seemed to contribute to an accelerated physical decline. 

although cognitive continuity went west and narrative temporal awareness got randomised, she mostly retained her ability to identify the people in her life. nothing else seemed to make more than fleeting sense though and she was frequently confused about where she was, unable to locate the 'home' she wasnt in but sad about its lack; an unassuagable saudade. my mum, her sister val &/or my dad saw nana virtually every day of the last few months of her life and in his eulogy at her funeral my dad recollected how she'd ask, each day as they arrived to visit, 'how did you know where to find me?' so poignant that lostness.

6 of us spoke at the funeral. the different styles and angles of reflection on her life and influence knitted together well into a colourful blanket of tribute. i thought so. maybe she disagreed cos a nasty wave of gastro's done the rounds of the assembled over the week since then. 

during the long slow afternoon between funeral and family wake, madi and daisy made a short(stop motion) animated film called milk teeth. it featured a band (the milk teeth of the title) made out of toilet rolls on a stage made from a shoebox, culminating in their bloody deaths due to a billboard poster of their #1 fan toppling onto them post-gig.

this isnt really what i intended to write but just what popped out of my typing fingers. seeing as you've found me here in a corner of internet world lynne i feel i oughta get some more writing up for reading.

abientot

a not rainy day

also, a not sunny day. just a day of stacking firewood. wonkily. home alone and a bit stir crazy. there are toadstools in many shades of brown. grevilleas, hakeas, protea, correa, wattles and darwinia all flowering abundantly. birds pipping peeping singing flitting whistling. it's the end of autumn and a last flush of growth before we dip down into the darker colder months of winter. i've been thinking about the trajectory across life of experience into knowledge and thus sedimentary layering up of memories and how this mindmatter folds and deforms, slumps, erodes, preserves random fossils and sometimes metamorphoses... thinking about my nana's mind slipping and sliding now at 98... read rohinton mistry's family matters yesterday and watched after the deluge, both stories revolving round a patriarch's decline and death. just thinking about how short a life is, even a 'long' one, and pondering what next to aspire to do with mine...   so, seeing as i've thought for a while of trying a blogging life, here is blog#1 (with pix pulled off the desktop of HOME, aspex thereof, a bit @random...)