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Kathryn White

Some styles of writing are hard to describe. Kathryn White's work has me wanting to tell you, 'There are plenty of reviews of her books, google them.' And so you should. Her contemporary stories defy normality. Things I Thought I Knew, reads as if caught in a fog. It is surreal, spinning in and out of the accepted notion of reality. Yet, it is a very real story. So much so, that it led me to pursue her first novel, Emily Green & Me. Less hazy, but still balances the thin line between realistic fiction and fantasy - without being...

Think we're on the right path

Just got back from the physio. She already sees a positive improvement from the swimming. She also has a much sunnier outlook on my future than the surgeon. She really does believe that after a tough 3 to 6 months we should have built up the shoulder enough to stop pulling on the arm, the arm will have healed (what can) and the pain will be gone. Lead a normal life within my parameters. Oh, and keep swimming. But not just any kind of swimming, the right kind, which is NOT freestyle. Or...but there we are. Oh - and tell...

And no, I'm not going to try playing left handed.

Realised that if I don't blog soon my family is going to start imagining I can't type. While it IS true that I'm supposed to try to let my 'soft tissue' heal as much as possible right now, that is the least of why I'm not blogging. Northern Hemisphere peeps: imagine the chaos you experience near Christmas. Now, imagine the chaos you experience at the end of the school year with graduations, award ceremonies and so on. Now, put those two things together, things you normally spread almost six months apart, and imagine doing them ALL IN ONE BIG SHEBANG....

I had a good day today

I just wanted to tell you that. After yesterday's post, I was a wee bit worried that I sounded like a woman ready to toss myself off a bridge. So rest assured, I'm fine. Life is what it is. Today was good. No lie. At one point Thing 2 and I were lying in the grass watching the clouds. Turned and looked at each other with grins. Then I had a beer. I don't drink beer. I blame the drugs. But even drug-less and beer-less today would still have been a brilliant one. Promise.

There is no answer

I have loose ligaments. I know this. I had surgery on my right shoulder because I systematically pulled out each and every one by over doing it. It is both a blessing and a curse, and right now the curse side is winning. I saw the surgeon. He could try something. But it really would not do much. In fact, it could make things much worse. He had x-rays done. They showed that in addition to all the other crap, my hand bones are coming away from my arm. I suspected this. Did you know you can pop your wrist?...

Writing my Godmother

I wrote a post for the blog on Wisdom has a Voice: Writing my Godmother.

I'm fascinating, apparently

1. Friday my son managed to get his foot trapped between the slats of our small garden bridge. There is no point to this bridge. It is of the previous owner era and we left it due to the love The Things have for it. Son was fine. Just stuck. I tried to maneuver it out with no joy. Thing 2 gave her 2 cents, which mostly consisted of 'let me stick my face where it would be most unhelpful.' At one point it looked like Thing 1 was going to be there for a good half hour. Upon hearing...

Today I am grateful for (in honour of USofA's Thanksgiving)

D. A wonderful woman whom I am privlaged to know and employ.

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I went back to martial arts practice last night and oooooooooooooh my goodness did it feel gooooooooooooooood to be moving. Yes, I'm on a load of drugs which have finally started to work. Yippee! Because last week I couldn't even contemplate jogging, the jarring action just made right arm ache too, too much. Rest is good, but life needs balance. So I went to practice and it was mostly a sparing night. I need to fight somebody about as much as I need my wrist twisted. So me and the punching bag became good friends. I had a great time,...