92/365

Being genuinely intrigued by the short pieces we produced during a half hour "free writing" session at my creative writing workshop. What an interesting bunch of bite-size stories.

91/365

The contented clucking of a brood of well-fed chooks.

90/365

The look on Bruce's face (over-enthusiastic blonde Border Collie) when he can't find the stick that I threw in the opposite direction to where he was running. So sweet but so dumb!

89/365

Being told I don't look old enough to have a thirty year old "little" brother!

88/365

Being asked to do a reading at my bro's wedding next month. As long as I don't choke on my own sentimental tears, it'll be great.

87/365

Having an appreciate audience for my canvas master*cough*pieces.

86/365

Tidying up in preparation for Caz and Mick's homecoming. Housework can be satisfying in short bursts (as long as there are weeks of laziness in between, to make sure it doesn't become drugery).

85/365

Squirting gobs of paint onto a canvas you've decided needs a complete overhaul. Constructively destructive!

84/365

Cooking dinner for my mum... working towards payback for the million and one dinners she's prepared for me over my lifetime!

83/365

Getting paint on my fingers (and pants, and in my hair...)

82/365

Realising that Australian TV really isn't the cultural wilderness that I remember. The Gruen Transfer, Good News Week, Talkin' 'bout your Generation made infinitely more watchable by the marvellous Sean Micallef, Mad Men on SBS, First Tuesday Book Club, Australian Story... lots of good stuff, well produced and intelligently presented.

81/365

I called it!


Can I pick 'em or what? I knew he'd turn out to be a hottie.

80/365

The awesome majesty of towering gum trees, shooting up, up, up to impossibly tall heights.

79/365

My first paid writing job. At least, I'm assuming it's paid.. if the client likes it enough to use it.

78/365

Working out how to play the ipad theme by ear on my friend's baby grand. And startling the dogs with my free form "jazz".

77/365

Getting more than I bargained for while hugging Ryan, my school friend's cheeky, tactile little 3 year old. Boy likes boobs!

Not exactly a Happy Moment as such - that would be weird - but it did make me laugh.

76/365

Mucking around with middle bro, using miniature baking marshmallows as teeth.

75/365

Sharing a wave and a smile with the Puffing Billy maintenance men who were chuffing along the tracks above my head.

74/365

Friendly neighbours who are up for a stop-n'-chat.

73/365

The air up here! So sweet and fragrant and fresh it is a joy to inhale - eucalpytus and pine and woodsmoke and wet dirt and tree bark.

Is this how air is supposed to smell? Damn.

London, I hate to be the one to tell you, but you have a little personal hygiene problem.

72/365

Taking delivery of my enormous parcel of clothes and shoes at long last (my luggage was so stupendously overweight I had to send it separately). Also, no breakages! But I may be spending the next few weeks hunched over a hot iron.

71/365

Waking up to two expectant furry faces. Walkies!

70/365

The impossibility of seeing old High school friends as grown ups. We'll always be giggling adolescents in school uniform in my mind.

69/365

Op-shopping with my Mum.

68/365

Discovering that one of the WWOOF hosts is Mr. John Marsden of Tomorrow When The War Began fame!! Please accept me Mr. Marsden, I am strong and healthy and dying to get my hands dirty.

67/365

Spending an afternoon in the company of friends I haven't seen in a long time. Missed you guys, Bixatron and the Spaldinator!

66/365

Double rainbow all the way across the sky!!!

Pic to come as soon as I figure out the quirks of my parents crappy computer...

65/365

A surprise evening drop-in from one bro, and a surprise call from the other, both within 5 minutes of each other. Yay siblings!

64/365

The fresh, sweet smell of the Melbourne air after the rain.

63/365

The warble of a magpie warning me away from her nest.

62/365

The friendliness of Australian shop assistants.