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SAYING GOODBYE....

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My father recently died and the funeral was on Monday. His death was not unexpected, he fought a long battle with cancer, yet even though we knew it was expected, we are never ready to say goodbye.

But we did.



It was a lovely service, with all four children, twelve grand children (and one great grand child) attending.


One of my brothers did a reading, as did my daughter. And I did the eulogy.
This was one of the most difficult things I have ever written. I did one for my brother-in-law, but I was one of several who shared memories, stories and thoughts.

Here, I was one voice, trying to capture the shared memories of four children.


I must admit it took quite a few days to write.


So many memories that I couldn't include....I would have spoken for hours otherwise. But I did my best to attempt to sum him up. His hobbies and interests...the way he was.



I wanted my family to be proud of the final piece of writing. To be able to say, yes that was him. You captured him.

Honestly, I have…

20, 078 days .....

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I've just had a birthday. Not one of those big ones that end in a zero, although this did end in a 5 so half way to a big zero one. And although I know exactly how old I am, and some days I really feel that old or even older, other days and I swear I have the mind of a teenager.

Looking at it mathematically...I have lived for over 20 000 days. I have had roughly 28, 908,000 minutes. And frankly a lot have been wasted  misused perhaps.

However I have lived in interesting times. The year I was born JFK was assassinated (don't remember a thing about it).  I was 6 when man walked on the moon (ditto about not remembering seeing it). In those days not everyone had a television...and those that did saw everything in black and white.


I grew up watching Mr Squiggle, Adventure Island, Bellbird and Homicide.

Colour TV wasn't in Australia till 1975...and once again...not everyone could afford a colour TV.

We grew up eating Kraft cheese that came in a big blue block...in summer we lov…

LIBRARY LOVERS DAY....

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It just so happens that Library Lovers Day falls on another loving day...Valentines. And while we all know, constantly bombarded by visions of giving our loved ones flowers, chocolates and jewellery, why we are MEANT to celebrate love and all it's fuzzy redness....Library Lovers Day quietly sails by with few folks celebrating.

But for some of us, it's a very special day.


And of course there are so many reasons to love your library. Firstly it's FREE.
Yep, free. Nothing, nada, nil, no cost. Libraries are also inclusive. We don't care what religion or gender or nationality you are, we don't care if you are rich or poor, literate or not. We merely welcome you all.



Libraries are also vital community hubs. We help to build communities, people connect and meet there, it's a great place to catch up. 
And we have so many activities...FREE.
There are book clubs and craft groups, conversation clubs and writing groups. We have speakers and author talks,  cheese making an…

CREATION....

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I am writing my first story involving a world I really don't know or understand...YET. I write about people, they are what intrigue and interest me, the setting has usually been the here and now. Sometimes I have gone back in time but usually to a time or place I remember. Or I can remember someone talking about. Verbal social history is a great way to understand the past.

Creating a dystopian world(which literally means a community or society that is undesirable or frightening) is very new to me. It leads to a lot of questions.

I mean I get to build it, create it from scratch...and the first decision is how different or close to NOW is it going to be?


I have an idea of my characters...but everything else is mostly in the ether. Everything from what they eat to the transport they use, where they live, what education (if any) do they have...even down to what they wear.

Will it be like The Handmaid's Tale, specified outfits denoting who they are...or would it be like The Hunger…