Still determined in my seventies.
Today in my creative arts studio and garden.
I'll have carrots from now until forever it seems. Last year I allowed some of my carrots to run to seed, and, oh, did they ever produce a huge container of seed. I planted them thick, far too thick and decided that I'd just pull the largest one while small and eat them as baby carrots, leaving room for others to grow. I'll have carrots to nibble on for months. One, two metre x one metre wide, above ground bed, will produce enough carrots to last us for months.
I planted four of the short standard patio roses that are called patio rose, that I'd purchased yesterday. That is four days in a row that I've managed some sit-down gardening. So, I blogged, "Reclaiming Fitness in your Seventies."
I wrote an opinion piece titled "The Male Gaze," it was my disputing what the university course I took taught, that gazing at women in a lecherous way is a normal male gaze. That 'look' only happens where society approves and allows it. Not all men are sleazes. I had to have my mini-rant about it.
Writers, come help me out, and write some great content for Modern Crime Writers and I'll focus an rather than societies crimes. That Modern Crime Author's blog was created to give YOU a venue to show readers your writing.
For art, I packed my on-site painting kit, and blogged, Painting at the Billabong.
*Travel Writing: I revisited the Kimberley region of northern Western Australia, Free Camps on the Ord River and also Crossing the Kimberley and into the Pilbara of Western Australia.
In the historical blog, I wrote of the early days of forensic science used to solve a 1909 crime in Early 1900s Forensic Science
Private life, because I do have time to enjoy one: The family are celebrating that one of our grandchildren becomes twenty-years-old this week.
Reg and I are exercising our right to change our aged care case managers to a no-frills service that will keep more of the funds available for our needs than taken up in the case managers' fees. There will be exit fees to pay, and I'll explain what's involved for seniors in changing your provider in another blog.
These blogs were brought to you by my fantastic husband Reg, who held court in the kitchen, cooking a great chicken roast, being the chief pooper scooper after the cats, the coffees provider for me, while I blogger. Behind every great blogger is, hopefully, a partner who makes coffee.
~ Cheers, Ryn Shell.
A blast from the past: Determined in my sixties.
Diary notes from March 2010
I am keen to go hiking in the Grampians. Not sure how much I will get done, though.
I will see lots of fantastic scenery and wildlife, so it will be a joy, being here, but I want more, I want to exercise. Maybe not a 'gym junky,' but I am loving exercising outdoors in beautiful surroundings.
I fell backward Thursday evening the week before last, nine days ago. I was running again on Sunday and doing well, no problem. The pain was greater on Monday and has been getting worse each day. I had not been sure if the pain was from the fall or the contact with smoke, but Reg took a look, and my back is bruised. I think I’ve damaged a rib or maybe cracked one. No treatment if that is so, it’s usually only pain relief or anti-inflammatory and not moving it too much. I should be okay for moderate walking if I take an aspirin to help me get started.
Well tomorrow is another day, fingers crossed this settles down and was ‘nothing but a bad bruise,' and I can make the most of this week in the mountains with lots of scenic walk trails for exercise. The mind is willing.