Category Archives: Dispatches

Letters from where I am

Forty three

Posted on February 9, 2012 by tracy

I turned 43 last weekend. It seems important somehow. It has seemed to be a coming of age in the way that no other time, not 18 or 21 or 30 or even 40 has ever been. Perhaps it’s just … Continue reading →

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One evening

Posted on February 7, 2012 by tracy

Last night, I was listening to Archie Roach while I wound some hanks of silk into balls. I don’t have a ball winder, so I have to use the backs of two of our upright chairs. I’m not a fan … Continue reading →

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Is it too late in the year to say, Happy New Year

Posted on January 16, 2012 by tracy

I didn’t even think, until a lovely person left a comment this morning, that I had left things at an inappropriate pause. The term finished at school, the mister decided to drain his annual leave, we went away and had … Continue reading →

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Skin cancer in a multicultural world

Posted on December 16, 2011 by tracy

Scene: me walking into school. French woman: ‘What have you done to your face?’ Me: ‘Oh, I just had a skin cancer removed.’ French woman: ‘OMG, are you all right? Are you okay? OMG!’ Me: Explains difference between melanoma and … Continue reading →

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One thing I don’t understand

Posted on December 1, 2011 by tracy

I watched, via twitter, the build up to, and the passing of, the civil union legislation in Queensland. I felt bloody good about it really. For reasons. But there’s one thing by which I am utterly perplexed. Julia Gillard’s position … Continue reading →

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If I lived in New Zealand I’d probably be hungover today

Posted on November 27, 2011 by tracy

Ah, New Zealand, I see what you did there. You heard us, didn’t you? All our ‘if Tony Abbott wins the next election I’m moving to New Zealand’ chatter made you worry. You sure put a stop to that option. … Continue reading →

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Gaudi

Posted on November 4, 2011 by tracy

On the way up to the Parc Guell, I thought, ‘How would it be to go to school in the shadow of Gaudi?’ … Image: sign on a school fence, in the background a peep of a Gaudi tower

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Another meander

Posted on November 3, 2011 by tracy

Still in Barcelona, we saw this on the walk back down from that Gaudi park, what’s it called, oh, yeah, Parc Guell. So, anyway, we saw this spray painted on a wall and Boy the Younger said, ‘Why would anyone … Continue reading →

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Balloon in Barcelona

Posted on November 2, 2011 by tracy

Eldest messing around with a balloon in our apartment in Barcelona. Not sure how he got the balloon past the front door, because I’m not a fan of the balloon. I do not welcome the balloon. Still, this one seems … Continue reading →

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Le weekend

Posted on October 29, 2011 by tracy

Last night, or I suppose technically this morning, the mister’s alarm went off at 3 something and he left for Dubai at 4 something so that he could catch a plane to Oman for a meeting at 9. In and … Continue reading →

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