My mother says

I have spent a lot of time with my 95 year old mother of late and know the value that she brings to my life. I also know how tough Mother’s Day can be for those who are missing their mothers; those who are missing their children; those with mothers who are unwell and those…

Rude

It is hard navigating through these mid-life years with humour and irreverence, but now I need to negotiate some additional hurdles – namely social etiquette and punctuality. I fear I have been reprogrammed to become quite rude over the past two years. I am now noticing my inability to be punctual, my struggle to be…

Here I go again

It has only taken me 18 tears of teaching to crack a school holiday without burnout. No doubt, my sharing of this newsflash will cause my non-teaching readers to log out muttering, ‘cry me that river, teacher’. I came to teaching late in life and did not adapt well to enforced ‘free time’. This is…

Just keep swimming

Creeping to the end of another school term, my inability to hold focus has started to irritate me. Even on one of my ‘good’ days, Dorey (‘Finding Nemo’) would be sharper than my good self if we were to race each other around the goldfish bowl of life. (Forgive me for not adding a hyperlink…

A January Stretch

I am keen to see the back of January for it has stretched itself out, outstayed its welcome and I am totally done with it. All my usual coping strategies have been flexed and toned to their limit. Because I am still standing, these tweaks must have worked to some extent, however I sense I…

I might be biased

If you thought this week was grim, buckle those seat belts because we are not through the worst apparently. Tomorrow – Monday January 17th is – allegedly – the most depressing day of the year. We are heading for a car crash. Normally I avoid doom merchants and energy saps, so all this January 17th…

It’s been a while

So, didn’t 2021 turn out to be an exhausting little critter? I started the year with great intentions but then ground myself down with the guilt trip resulting from having absolutely nothing to show from the ‘Age of Covid’. No, nothing. Not a sour dough loaf or a podcast in sight. Not even a self-congratulatory…

What I did this summer

Thank you if you noticed some absence of dragonfly over the summer months and a total silence on the blog front – to those for whom this is breaking news, I see you. As the school holiday started, I was feeling burnt out and blogged out. Favourite Man suggested that I give myself a total…

sent packing

You may have noticed the absence of a dragonfly blog last week; I would love you to think that I was on holiday, but in reality I was distracted by recycled cardboard boxes, a deluxe rental van and a new bijou storage unit. The demise of the stamp duty holiday at the end of June…

thinking out loud

Listening to the radio on my way back from mum’s yesterday, I tune in to hear a researcher asking people to choose one object to remind them of the last 12 months. Unsurprisingly most people in the survey choose a face mask. I have time during my gridlock on the M5 to consider my options,…