We’ve been out cutting karri hazle (or djop born, in Nyungar) this morning, for the second day in a row. We’re building a hurdle, and it’s proving to be trickier than the books about UK hurdle-making would have us believe. It’s got ‘hazle’ in the name, but it’s not really like the stuff that they have over there that you can twist and bend in a tight radius around the end posts. It is working pretty well though, and we’ll have something finished today I think.
December 2020
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From the Indieweb wiki:
POOSNOW is an acronym for Post On One Silo, No Others on Web, the worst known web syndication or cross-posting model.
It’s far better to POSSE: https://indieweb.org/POSSE
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Experience the world of a curious boy, a greedy mole, a wary fox and a wise horse who find themselves together, in sometimes difficult terrain, sharing their greatest fears and biggest discoveries about vulnerability, kindness, hope, friendship and love.
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It’s impossible to find time to write. I used to think that one day I’d find time for some “daily words”, and I do actually do so (in a private journal) but rarely is there time and headspace for those words to be public. I don’t really see why I should want to write anything in public anyway, but here we are. Maybe this blog is only about photos, status updates, and random thoughts? But it’d be nice to actually be able to string some brain cells together in text.
Maybe tomorrow!
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This week’s partial culling of the personal archive is no small challenge. What to keep? Why?
My life’s paper trail was longer than I’d imagined.
It had sat, a perpetual fire hazard I’m sure, in seven or eight boxes in our roof for the past four years during each of which it grew incrementally. Before that it had been in the cellar of our last house for 15 years and for a few more in storage while we lived overseas.
It was time for “the purge”.
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