The uncertainty of occupation

First up, a fact about me that you may not know. When I first left high school I started a degree in Occupational Therapy at Cumberland College of Health Sciences in Sydney. I didn’t survive past the end of Semester 1, I believe it was a psychology essay that finally tipped me over the edge…

Thinking Pink

Once again I am humbled and overwhelmed by the kindness and generosity of my family and friends. Today we hosted our second Pink Ribbon Breakfast fundraising morning tea and together we have raised more than $1000 for this cause. Of course, it’s a cause close to my heart as it is for all too many…

Getting creative

My work brain is taking some time to catch up after the serious blasting it has taken from moving house. Moving brain has been almost as bad as baby brain or chemo brain in terms of serious impairment of my ability to make decisions or even form coherent sentences at times. However, today I did…

Day tripper: National Arboretum, Canberra

While we didn’t actually do a day trip to Canberra, it is physically possible to do – we just happened to be staying there with family and went to the Arboretum for a look around (and coffee of course). The Arboretum was established after devastating bushfires destroyed the pine plantations along the western shore of Lake…

The seventh day of Christmas…

…is also the last day of the year. I’m not much into making New Year’s resolutions. However, I like this idea, this picture has been making the rounds of Facebook over the past few days. In spite of busy lives, good things do happen along the way and it’s nice to remember those, even if…

The first day of Christmas

So I’ve decided, a day late, to join Fiona in the Twelve Days of Christmas blogging challenge. I guess that means I need to put up 2 posts today. On the first day of Christmas I gave myself a new Pandora bracelet. I’d been promising myself one as a treat for me when all my…

Postcards galore

When my kids were little, we used to make sure we sent postcards to their grandparents whenever we went away somewhere. Even if we only went to the coast for a weekend, we would make a point of finding, buying, writing and sending a postcard if at all possible. It was a way of occupying…