21 for 2021: week 16
Week 16/2021: week of 19 April This week I started Chapter 4 of the Change Journal, which is called the Circle Trick. This is a technique by Sigur∂ur Ármannsson, which Tim Jaudszims, the Change Journal author, says he has modified a bit. It asks you to list your tasks...
12 of 12 April 2015
Today was the Derwent Valley Autumn Festival, which is one of the biggest events held in the Valley each year. The weather forecast wasn’t sensational, but there wasn’t any rain or wind forecast, so we had everything crossed that it would be a nice day. It was a chilly...
Holiday Day 2 (Part 2): Cradle Mountain
If you know anything about Tasmania, you’ll probably have heard of Cradle Mountain. It’s one of our most well-known landmarks and is a hugely popular area for visitors. I’d not been there since I was in high school (so you know, about 12 years ago), when our family spent...
12 of 12 December 2013
Thursday 12 December was a pretty ordinary school and work day. 1 of 12 – School bank day. 2 of 12 – Lunch order day (Thursdays we have to remember two things!) 3 of 12 – This flower caught my eye on the way to work. 4 of 12...
P365 – Day 285 – excursion (12/10/2011)
Juniordwarf’s class went on its first excursion today. A bus trip to a nearby wildlife sanctuary, Bonorong Park. The school asked for parents to go along and help out, and I decided to volunteer. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect from a day with 40 or so kids,...
P365 – Day 149 Deyrah Dexter
Today’s post is an unexpected set of photos for Frogpondsrock’s Sunday Selections project. This weekend was starting to look like another one of those weekends where I spent most of it moping around the house. I’ve got another cold, which seems to just be a continuation of the last...
P365 – Day 93 autumn festival (Sunday Selections)
On a chilly, windy autumn day, where the rain threatened but never arrived, we went to our town’s Autumn Festival. After a bumpy start, where the ever-present wind blew Juniordwarf’s lunch off the table, upsetting him to the point he wanted to go home . . . ‘I don’t...