the finest words ever uttered, and having the last word


When I celebrate my 100th birthday, and they ask me what my secret to a long life is, my reply is going to be:

“Just don’t die.”


You know, how funeral notices often describe them as dying “peacefully”? Well, I want mine to read:

She died kicking and screaming and really pissed off.

The Hardy Tree In the churchyard of St Pancras Old Church in London,

The Hardy Tree In the churchyard of St Pancras Old Church in London,


things to write about when you can’t think of a thing to write about



Some days I could write nine different posts, and then the next day, absolutely zilch comes to mind and my keyboard falls silent. So, I have been trying to develop a back up list of things to write about when I can’t think of a thing to write about!

  1. Why the supermarket should be arranged in Dewey  Decimal Classification
  2. Your first memory.
  3. What your most hated teacher would say about you if they knew you today.
  4. What you would tell your most hated teacher if you met them today.
  5. What you want to achieve before you die – not do, achieve.
  6. The stupidest thing you have ever done.
  7. The worst outfit you ever wore.
  8. Who you would like to be best friends with and why.
  9. Belly buttons – inner or outer and does it matter?
  10. What you would have done, if only your mother would have allowed you.
  11. Five defining moments in your life.
  12. What would you do differently at your wedding, if you could do it again – changing spouses is not part of it!
  13. What you hope your child will do, but will never tell you they did.
  14. Which of your five senses could you live without, if you had too?
  15. The worst medical problem you have ever had.
  16. The funniest/most embarrassing medical problem you have ever had.
  17. Did you ever cheat at anything, in your life – child or adult?
  18. Is it possible to have too many piercings?
  19. Favourite Christmas memory.
  20. Worst Birthday ever.
  21. First attempts at cooking.
  22. The first time you ever spent the night at home alone.
  23. Favourite colour and why
  24. The sound that makes your teeth grit.
  25. The songs you want played at your funeral
  26. Was the painter Picasso really a genius, or did he just fool us all into thinking he was?
  27. The book character you would most like to delete.
  28. Things you never told your mother.
  29. Something you learnt from your sister/brother
  30. Your first driving lesson.
  31. Which celebrity was pinned to your bedroom wall growing up?
  32. If you were the richest person in the world, what daily pleasure would you indulge in.
  33. Three wishes…
  34. Is the book really dying?
  35. Five people you would like to invite to dinner.
  36. The one person you would like for a sleepover. Define the type of sleepover.
  37. Your “go to” movie when you need comfort.
  38. The worst gift you ever gave someone, and why
  39. Giving or receiving gifts, which do you like most?
  40. Should Christmas trees be traditional, or designer?
  41. Why do we love reading scandal?

Well, that’s my first 40. What do you think?


[Feel free to use any of these suggestions. May I ask that you just link back to this post, so that we can enjoy too?]

Mind it, now

I am about four weeks into my online meditation course. Maybe it is a placebo, but I do feel different. I actually find myself slowing down, and experience actual moments of pure contentment and calm. Mindfulness is bringing me peace, calm and a weird kind of confidence, and dare I say, a new kind of happiness?

It hasn’t been easy. I meditate at night and sometimes I am just so tired that I would rather sleep. However, except for two nights I have kept to my schedule, but  the nights I didn’t meditate I did something radical – I forgave myself.

Just like a dieter falling off the carrot wagon and into the chocolate fountain, I got up and got right back on the meditation chair. I am kind – to myself. Heck, who is perfect, anyway?

If, after getting up at 5am and driving 40minutes to open the school library by about 7.15, then working an entire school day, often with a couple ten minute breaks to gobble food; as well as attending after school meetings and driving 40 minutes home, I find I need to sleep rather than meditate, then I am going to sleep. I am going to do what my body wants.

No guilt, and this lack of guilt means that next day I am more eager to return to my meditation schedule. No anxiety.

As I start to meditate, I tell myself that I am doing this for me, then I spread that out to my family, and my students. I meditate for all the people in my life. If I am a calmer, less anxious, more contented and confident person, then hey, that is got to be a bonus for them too, right?

A couple times, recently, I have found myself using the breathing techniques during the day. Soft focus, breathe in, breath out. Calm, let go. The letting go and telling myself to live just that moment, and to know that I can work through whatever it is, has been an enormous benefit to how I am coping with life’s issues.

So, four weeks in, I am sticking with the plan. I like to imagine areas of my brain firing, and reconnecting, renewing. Like, I said, it may all be a placebo, but heck, give me that sugar pill any time!


on our knees

nun habit

As a small child I attended a catholic, primary school and in the first years we were there, back when the Sisters of No Mercy still wore the full heavy black habits, we would say morning prayers, prayers before “little lunch” and “big lunch” and after big lunch we would kneel on the bare wooden floors and say a decket of the rosary.

We were six and seven, and most of us carried little plastic pouches in our pocket in which we had our rosary. I remember my pouch was pink, lined with pink foam, with the words “my rosary” in gold on the opening flap. It was secured with a clip.

The beads were pink also. They were small, as was the rosary. Looking back, I suspect they were a children’s set.

When I made my first communion, my godmother gave me a much more elegant white set of rosary beads as a gift. They were pretty, and I still have them somewhere, I think. At the time, I remember I was much more interested in the shoe box size marshmallow rabbit covered in coconut that she included. I was born on an Easter Monday, and now years later I wonder if she was connecting Easter and my communion in some way. Maybe she just woke up and decided to make a marshmallow bunny, as you do!

My Dad had a set of rosary beads that were given to him when he was young. I saw him take them to church a few times over the years. He always kept them in his sock drawer, along with the cash my parents used day to day. Odd combination, but he has made a lasting memory. My mother placed the beads, and his old prayer book in his coffin when we said goodbye. No one would ever have picked my father as being religious, but in many ways he was the most religious in our family. A simple faith, from living a good life.

Mr FD has a cousin who claims that her rosary turned gold when she made a pilgrimage to Medjugorje. His grandmother was raised by nuns, so there is great faith in parts of his family. Not Mr FD.

You know, I think I still have the pink rosary set as well. Mine have probably turned to rust.


[Looking online I notice the use of two terms : decket and decade. I remember it as decket. Maybe it was a all about where you came from]

You looking for me?


Bored so I checked out the key search words  or terms that led people to my blog. Some of you out there need help, and soon:

Sniffing Grandmas

koala kiss (are you thinking of sniffing grandmas koala kissing too?)

revenge quotes (I can’t query that one, no one does revenge as well as I do!)

flamingo dancer in colours (joining the hood? Bikie colours?)

skeleton praying

goddess feet bloodspot (are you cramping my style?)

things for adult bathroom

isolator gernsback (?????I am sure Miss Isolator Gernsback is the spinster who lives in the next street….)

anger vogue (Sensing a trend here, readers!)

not another bloody flamingo dacner  (SIC. someone has jealousy issues as well as bad typing skills!)

messed up kitchen (trying not to take this one personally)

What Will Life Be Like In 100 Years?



A few homes in the early 1960s had this "glass garage" so you could view your large automobile from your deck or patio.

A few homes in the early 1960s had this “glass garage” so you could view your large automobile from your deck or patio.

Better, I hope.

Do you think every generation hopes that? Does anyone ever think the present is perfect?

I hope we do find the cure for cancer. That everyone gets to live a happy, healthy, productive life until they are 100, when we just die in our sleep one night.

Peace? Not sure it is in the human DNA not to need to hate someone, or need to dominate someone or something. We don’t seem to learn from our mistakes, or to leave others alone, so I am not confident there will be world peace.

Families? What a  “family” will be is difficult to imagine. I guess mush along the same lines. I suspect we might go back to more multigenerational families all living together. Finances might instigate this one, but I think we need the help of all generations to raise our young, we need our herd, and so the desire to live far from our family may decrease. Technology allowing us to work from distant places might facilitate this as well.

Libraries and Librarians. Bit tired of the media telling me that libraries and librarians are facing distinction. Like all things and professions, we will evolve. As long as there is information we will need someone to assist us with it. More information = more need of support. We aren’t born knowing how to search or use information, so I see a place for us.

Books. The physical shape of the book technology, be it hardcover, or ebook or audio, doesn’t matter, in my opinion. What matters is that people READ, and use their imaginations. I would like to think hard copy will still be available, as we use different skills to read from the page as to reading online which is more skimming. Books came about due to a major shift in technology, so technology is not the enemy, a lack of reading is the enemy.

Education. I hope it doesn’t look like it does now. Old model. I suspect kids will link in from home more. Perhaps drop into community centres where teachers and Learning Labs will be available. Maybe even 24/7. More doing, discovering, setting own learning goals. Teachers won’t need to be subject experts, but provide social and emotional support as children learn.


Do you think it would be worth being here in 100 years?