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It’s always time for tea

It’s always Time for Stories at http://www.cindyleeharper.com This blog has moved to it’s own website! Yes, it is all grown up and redefining itself. You are very welcome to move with us too. I will continue writing and sharing spoken stories. There will be a subscriber list (as soon as I figure out how to do it). The Jumbly Man, pictured above on the right, has had a story published through…

There but for the grace of god – an introspective

So, I’ve been ill for some time. From the beginning of December I felt off. Thought maybe I’d eaten too many Xmas cherries. Just wanted to get through the last two weeks of work before leave so slogged on, as we do. My energy was so appalling that I resisted starting any significant projects in case I couldn’t think them through. Then it was annual leave time & off I went to Tassie. I didn’t have…

A New Chair – an introspective

In a swelling ocean of blogs of health concerns and health history, I’m going under. At this point in this year, I cannot think of one more thing to do with my health. It consumes my everyday. I am what we are warned about, health wise, with all the conditions we are threatened with if we do not stick to regimes. So, I got my recliner recovered. My big old electric recliner, that tips me back so…

I did mean to go out…A Musing

Every morning when I sit at my desk in my living room, I plan to ensure I get out into the sun or whatever weather and stroll about. I plan to take my elderly pooches. I plan it and I’m determined. It’s not happening and it’s odd.

I’ve always enjoyed getting out. There are trees, trees and more trees here. Quite a bit of wind, variable skies and I like it. I also enjoy taking my elderly…

A musing: Lockdown and retirement

I am 57. Three years until 60. Do I want to retire? Yes! I have so much to do. Retirement from daily paid work would be really freeing. Can I afford to. No! I cannot. At least I don’t think so. I really want to know if it is possible.

I have books to write, pictures to draw, singing to do, gardening, veggies to grow, clay to sculpt, knitting to improve, needle felting critters to create, books…

Time for a change – A musing

It’s been awhile since I have written here. Since my Little Doggy Hero died, in fact. It wasn’t because of that, I had not been writing much for the past few years. It was because life was turned upside down by rampaging young people and my focus was there.

I was a foster carer for over ten years, by myself. Can I tell you that I would not recommend it unless you are a super woman and / or have a…

My little mate, Wally, died. 36 hours ago. In his sleep, his little giant loving heart gave out. He is my forever hero.

Heart failure, lungs full of fluid, enlarged liver, failing kidneys, tumour on his adrenal glands, going blind, gone deaf, tiny legs chunky with arthritis, my little hero squeezed every ounce of joy from his life, never giving up. He is the most chipper person I have ever met.

Our minds are strange things. Especially in our dreams.

Whenever my mind is sorting fear, I dream of something terrible happening to Youngest Daughter. When I am sorting hurt and betrayal, I dream of my ex. When I am in emotional pain, I dream of small animals being hurt and feeling frantic to rescue them. All are disturbing.

Learning the symbolism of my own dreaming has assisted me in separating…

I sold my home. I was not expecting to be as sad as I am, it has caught me by surprise. My home sold unconditionally at auction and I had to move out at settlement.

I had an offer accepted on a unit and it should have been a straight security transfer of my mortgage. I rang my bank, Suncorp, several times, anxious about the process. My constant contact escalated my request. They declined as the…

It’s time to go…

I’m selling my home.

The children and I moved here 11 years ago. In that time I have parented 5 children, ranging in age from 6 weeks to 28 years, done some yelling, crying, laughing, silliness, been afraid and fearless, became less physically able, and learnt to live on my own and love it.

There were 4 dogs and 5 cats (not counting the visiting grand kitties) at different times. There were…