Punters, Elections and Winners in General
It seems that races are commanding attention from one end of this world to the other. As America hurtles towards it historic elections (Tuesday their time) we threw down our (proverbial) tools to pay attention to that most Australian of…
My Dad: A life-force
I wrote a little while ago about my Mum. And I have mentioned my Dad (or Pagi as he is tagged by my kids) a few times in passing. And I suddenly realised that it’s probably a bit rude of…
Communing with Nana’s Chooks
I have a confession: I don’t like chooks*. (*If you are scratching your head, and you’re not from Down Under, see the panel to the right regarding some interpretations of Aussie lingo. If you can’t be bothered, then I’ll tell…
Happy Birthday Nana!
It’s my Mother’s birthday tomorrow. She’s *mumble*-ty. hhhhh!! She doesn’t want everyone to know. D’ya think I’ll be in strife by mentioning here? Heh. My Mum is a sweetheart. She’s tiny (5’1″) and blonde with vivid blue eyes and a…
Technology beats the dust: I dream of Jeanie
Some of you may have been wondering where the illustrious/notorious Jeanie has been over the past couple of days… well, folks, I have solved the mystery! She has not been kidnapped and held for ransom… she is, in fact, here.…
Puppy update… critter chaos and goodbyes!
I have held off posting this one, hoping that Ree’s Nell would be miraculously found over at PW. Cause I feel a little disrespectful posting a puppy piece when such dramas are unfolding. But I have had some requests for…
Brothers and Sisters…
Sometimes, the stars align at Granite Glen… … That moment when my feng shui and karma and my generall goodwill to mankind (OK this last bit might be a bit of overkill) all come back to me in the form…
Hands…
This is kinda Wordless Wednesday … with a few words! … I want to take a whole series of images of two hands… not in the Heath Ledger sense, but in the Granite Glen generational sense. Today’s post is my…
Rugby on horseback: Polocrosse
Today I’m sharing a little more of the sporting activity that goes on beyond the city limits… the things we do to keep ourselves entertained, to show off our* skills, to be social, and (for some of us) to be…
Not that kind of wedding…
You know how you go to some weddings and wonder what on earth the bride and groom were thinking? Whether they have a clue what they are getting themselves into? … Whether the smiles are forced? Whether the love is…