How Embarrassment!

On the train to work this morning, a rather dishy bloke seemed to be checking me out. Nothing unusual a few years ago, but not so common recently. I didn’t pay too much attention, I was listening to a podcast, and knitting on the first of the facewashers for Hamish (thanks for the yarn Emma!).

But then he spoke to me. He knew my name, and asked if I recognised him. He did look kinda familliar. Sorta. He said his name was David. At that point I could have sworn we had met before, so I asked him how we knew each other. “We were together for about a year”.


To my credit, he has new glasses, lost weight, had an extreme haircut, and seemed a lot more confident than the man I knew about six years ago. And last I heard of him he was married and living in Arizona. So his appearance in my train carriage was rather out of context. But really, how vague can a person be. Should I get checked out for Alzheimers ?

About The Greens

Since I was old enough to learn about sharing, I’ve been staunchly left wing, and as a youngster campaigned for Bob Hawke (in support of his anti nuclear platform) in the 1984 federal election. Two weeks after he took office, we were selling uranium to the French. I was 14, and after crying myself to sleep for two weeks (I felt I had betrayed people by campaigning for him, I took these things very seriously back then), I gave up all interest in politics. I had felt that I could work for positive change, but a feeling of helplessness overcame me.

Fast forward to early 2003. I had just met the lovely bloke whom I would later marry, and there was an election coming up. I remained disillusioned, but still felt passionately that our democratic right to vote was also a serious responsibility. I asked Mark who he thought I should vote for in the election, and he suggested that the Greens were a good option.

This was around the time that my interest in animal welfare was becoming an interest in animal rights, so I asked Mark about the Greens animal welfare policy. He didn’t know, but looked it up for me and emailed me a link. I read the policy, and agreed with most of it, so I took a look at their other policies, and wondered why I had spent so long having a love/hate relationship with the labour party. I felt like I had found a party of forward thinking, rational, intelligent and passionate people, whose values were very close to my own.

I voted Green.

A few weeks later, Mark and I were discussing an anti war rally. I was planning to attend, and Mark mentioned that “Kerry will be speaking”. At this stage I hadn’t met his family, so I didn’t know that he had two sisters, one of whom is a Greens Senator for NSW. He was SURE that he had mentioned this to me, but “My sister is a Senator” is the kind of thing that a girl remembers. Honestly.

So now we’re married, and Kerry is my senator-in-law. And I’ve joined the Greens and am an active member. I am secretary of our local group, and was part of the Media group during the Andrew Wilkie Campaign for the 2004 Federal Election. We forced the Prime Minister to preferences in his own seat. Bennelong is now considered to be a marginal seat.

I’ve come to know Kerry in this time, and can honestly say that she is an inspiration. Lovely in person, passionate, committed, and compassionate, Kerry has been a beacon of hope in dark times – when the coalition took control of the senate, Kerry maintained her positive attitude saying – “now we have an opportunity to make a real difference”.

I used to be cynical about politicians, to the point that I gave up even reading the newspapers, but joining the Greens, and meeting the candidates has convinced me that they are everything that good politicians should be, and I get a little cross when I hear people say “all politicians are….”. No, they are not. Some of them work really hard, in difficult circumstances, for the betterment of all, not just the people who will re-elect them.

I haven’t met Bob Brown, but I have met Kerry, and I can say that she’s tops. And she knits too…..


Picture taken using Photo Booth on my new macbook. There has to be some advantages to working in a mac shop!

Yes, though I should be shopping for furniture so I can continue to organise the craft room, or washing clothes and linen, or doing dishes, or going to SSK, I am pottering around with the lights that Mark bought me as an anniversary present, photographing small furry people, and generally enjoying a day off with no commitments.

Photos of Blueberry and Custard to come.


Daisy is 12!

Yesterday, the first of August, the “Horses Birthday”, and – as close as we can estimate, the birthday of my large and bad tempered feline. Daisy has been with me since he was 8 weeks old, and a tiny wee kitten. I was 24, and living in a shared house with a few girlfriends. Between us, we decided that a black and white cow would perfectly round out the household. Unfortunately, we lived in Darlinghurst, and had a tiny, concreted backyard. Perfect for sunbaking nude over a morning coffee in summer, but not a good home for a beautiful bovine. And so our Daisy the cow had to be a cat. A black and white one. Until we found that there were no black and white kittens to be had (this was before I had a clue about animal welfare, and was choosing a pet like I would choose a handbag..).

So we came home with a tiny grey and white terror. He was the centre of our lives for 6 months, but when the house broke up (as most shared houses inevitably do), I got left with the cat.

It’s been an interesting ride in those 12 years, and Daisy has been a faithful companion through all the ups and downs.

Thanks Puss, and here’s to the next 12 years 🙂