Margaret Rose Stringer's Blog, page 9

New beginnings :)

So. My new life has started. Here I am, living in South Yarra again. As my very old friend The Black Bastard said “You’re right back when we first met !”; because I was living in Rockley Road back in 1972. Malcolm Street isn’t frightfully close to there – like, not the next street or … Continue reading New beginnings   :)

No Living for (or even in) the City for me

Did me best; and the place I liked most – studio on the ground floor in La Trobe Street – had forty applicants and they came down to two, of which I was one. The Property Manager was sure the owner would pick me but no, the other bastard got it.   :( So I persevered with … Continue reading No Living for (or even in) the City for me

Moving on up the line

I moved in here in Essendon in mid-April, and was happy. I still am. It’s the smallest apartment I’ve inhabited, but the Boodsta and I manage very well, and exist in mutual satisfaction. My wonderful helper, Luz, comes every second Thursday and cleans and cleans – easily the best ever ! – and that arvo … Continue reading Moving on up the line

So much BLOOD ! :\

The other night the fire alarms went off AGAIN – it was just over a week since the last time, I knew it would be a false alarm, but one has to do the right thing (I suppose). So I sighed heavily, switched off the split system, opened the door to the balcony, turned off … Continue reading So much BLOOD ! :\

And they say silence is golden ..

It was an amazing noise. There we all were in the first floor salon of my very swish hairdresser – I will admit, it was only my second time but I am determined to be able to afford them ! – and it sounded as if everyone was having the most marvellous time. The sound … Continue reading And they say silence is golden ..

Sat’dy morning

As the Volvo finally made it ’round the corner she was able to step off the kerb and walk over the roundabout leg, calling a couple of thoughts after it. Such a day ! – and that nice bloke at the clothing alterations place had taken up the cheap jeans while she waited .. which … Continue reading Sat’dy morning

A morning in the life

The silence within the room lengthened. Outside, however, could still be heard the infuriating sound of the laundromat’s dryers, rhythmically whining their horrid metallic row. “Nano-particles ..” she said. The cat curled tightly between her knees on the recliner chair ignored this pronouncement and merely wrapped his tail more securely around himself. He was used … Continue reading A morning in the life

Thinking of writing again

It seems more than slightly egocentric to post about it; but I actually have a question to put to anyone out there who’s written more than once .. Q: How hard is it ?I don’t want to start out with fanfare and champagne and then pathetically back away because it was too demanding. So somehow … Continue reading Thinking of writing again

A day of note (sort of ..)

Yesterday I entered upon my eightieth year. When I write it like that, I can see what my favourite man means when he says “But the day you turn 80 is just one more day after you weren’t 80 !” when he’s scoffing at my saying I’m scared of that birthday. Birthdays are just .. … Continue reading A day of note (sort of ..)

Well, I went there ..

.. but I didn’t join in with ’em. Why ? – because never have I seen in one place so many people (of all ages) being really competitive. Competition is not my jam (as one of my two new but already dear friends likes to say); and it’s clear at the Maribyrnong ParkRun that those … Continue reading Well, I went there ..