One of the things that happens when you go through the process of leaving home and moving elsewhere is that you do lose people along the way. Especially when you’ve done what I’ve done.
You see, I’ve moved from St Kilda West to St Kilda. Melburnians will understand the implications, but I’ll explain for others. St [...]
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Living Alone IV
Posted in Clarissa, Living alone on August 3, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Clarissa gets an email address.
Posted in Clarissa, tagged astronauts, Fevola, Greg Champion, NASA, Neil Armstrong on April 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
‘What do you mean, he wrote to you?’. It was true. Greg Champion had sent me an email after this post appeared. I didn’t tell her he thought it was funny….
Clarissa stirred her G&T in a manner which could only be described as narky. ‘I’m the one who’s going to write him his best songs [...]
Clarissa perseveres.
Posted in Clarissa on April 23, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I knew that humans are creatures of habit, we love routine, but I didn’t realise that Clarissa was of that nature too.
She came around on Monday and I suggested going out for a change. ‘But of course we can’t go out’ she retorted. ‘It’s Monday. It’s looking-at-the-new-yarn-you-bought-last-week day’. Of course I’d been trying to avoid [...]
Clarissa give me the third degree.
Posted in Clarissa on April 17, 2009 | 1 Comment »
‘So what yarn did you get this week?’ She had the day off from NASA so we were taking an early repast in the garden. Olives washed down with martinis.
‘Not a thing’ was my reply.
She considered that thoughtfully. Since I took up knitting a few years ago not a week had gone by without [...]
Contrary Clarissa
Posted in AFL, Clarissa, tagged AFL, big feet, Brunswick Music Festival, Clarissa, Fevola, Greg Champion, sock knitting on April 9, 2009 | 4 Comments »
One thing strikes me about Clarissa at the moment. I have no idea where her head’s at (so to speak). She’s just all over the place. One moment it’s fighting for Somalia, the next moment it’s crocheted bicycle covers. I’d say it was hormones if…you know….
We went to the Brunswick music festival the other week [...]
