Consequences of Covid 19 Lockdown

Lockdown Again

Life as we knew it has changed, due to Covid 19. As I write this (August 1st) Brisbane, Queensland, Australia is in lockdown. This we must do, for it is the rules from the State Government, but we must do it to keep ourselves and others safe.

I am fortunate in that I live alone, in a complex with 17 others, but my life is not particularly impeded by the rules. I can go out to the supermarket (with face mask and phone – to log into QR codes at every property I go to), and I don’t have children to teach/care for, and I have my computer and internet access. I have so much I can do and am a little (secretly) pleased that I may catch up on some things! Let’s hope I can.

The Major Negatives of Lockdowns.

I feel very sad for all those people who are negatively affected by C’ovi9d 19 consequences.  Those who have been sick and those whose life has ended due to the pandemic.  I feel for those who have family events (birthdays, weddings, funerals and more), businesses that have been so negatively affected and may not to be able to continue, people who are sick and anyone affected.

There are so many sad stories of people whose lives have been affected, and I am often brought to tears. How cruel it all is.

The Amazing QR Code

Until Covid hit us, I knew very little about the QR Code. But it is part of our everyday life now if we are out in the community. It fascinated me to read about it on Wikipedia. You can read the article here. 

And I have just discovered that they are easy to create.  I found this website – and I am going to try to create one.

I am not sure how/if I can use it, for I don’t have a business as such, though I don’t mind sending people to my Blog. Here.

QR Code Story and Covid

How would our lives be without the QR Code system during Covid 19?  It is used to trace people – especially those who come to test positive and potentially spread the disease.  That is why that everywhere we go, we must scan the QR code of the place we are visiting.  Be it a supermarket, cafe, restaurant, or any other retail outlet, movie theatre.  Anywhere.

This is how the Contact Tracers can track down where the infected person has been, and potentially who is at risk of contracting the disease. I feel for those countries where they don’t have this technology to use.

Young People and Covid

All ages are affected, but I feel for the many young people whose education has been interrupted, and those especially who have had to endure home schooling. But then I remind myself how wonderful education appears to be compared to what people my age endured at school.

My parents never visited my school, whether it was primary or high school.  My mother didn’t drive and it was a long way to my schools. And we walked to school – even if it rained. No bus or parent dropping us off. I walked through the bush for 2 km’s to get to school. The facilities at our schools were so meagre, and in some ways, I have a little envy of the facilities and teaching that students have now. I just hope they are all as resilient as we had to be.  And yes, their education is being interrupted. I trust they all manage to get through it and follow their dreams.

All of us are affected in some ways. Some more than others.  I think it is a good exercise to write about the experience. Future generations may be interested, but it will help people deal with things, especially if there have been many negatives as a result.

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Cafe’s Empty. Photo by Jess Morgan Unsplash

The important thing is to keep the illness under control, even if we have to cope with things that we are not keen on.

Take care everyone. Feel free to share your thoughts.


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Gardening Update

What Flower will open from this bud?

For someone who has grown a lot of flowers over many years, it surprises me that I have not grown one of these.  I can recall taking many photos of them in bloom at the property where I last lived, but I’d never grown them myself.  That is, until I found just one seed in a Woolworths Plant Promotion.

As it turned out, I “killed” a few of the other plants, but this one grew with one long stem that I attached to a bamboo pole. I’ve watched it grow and was thrilled to see the bud eventually appear.

It is progressing well, and I hope that the bright colour of the petals will appear for all to see in a week or two.

Budding - hopefully soon to open.

In Bud – when will it open?

As it turns out, I am rather impressed already – and perhaps I will buy some seeds soon and see what happens. I’ve read information that they can flower within 6-10 days of planting. Well, mine has taken much longer than that, but I’m keen to test them. If I soak the seeds first and plant them in pots, maybe it will work better.

Will they Survive the Killer?

I live in a complex with 17 other tenants, although at the moment there are only 16 of us.  There is someone among us that does bad things to our plants.  There are two people who are likely suspects – but we have no proof.

Someone recently came and removed 6 buds from one of my plants. I saw one person fiddling in my garden just before I noticed the buds had gone. It is a Gardenia. I love the fragrance of Gardenia – and it brings back memories of my time in China. In Spring, there was a wonderful hedge of Gardenia, and they spoiled us with the fragrance of an evening on the way back to our apartments.

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From Unsplash – Gardenia by Kristen MacAdams @snowswimming

Sometimes we find our pot plants dead.  Suddenly.  As if someone has done something to them.  Added poison?  We don’t know, but just try and hide our “valuable” ones.

Garden Memories

I feel that my ability to grow plants, from flowers to fruit and vegetables came from what I learned from my mother.  I am sure she learned from her mother, who had great gardens.  I remember living with my grandparents in Woodlands, a suburb of Adelaide.  My grandfather was mostly bedridden, and the family helped look after him.  (I was about 4 and all I did was collect peppermints from him!)

Nanna was a very strong women, and at the time there were three families living in the house.  She ruled the home.  She also managed, with limited help from others, the vegetable garden, and chopped the heads of chooks when we needed a feed of chicken!!

We lived there while our house was being built and when we moved out, may parents worked to grow a range of fruit and vegetables.  I remember that each summer we had apricots, plums, peaches, strawberries, and almonds growing.  How many tummy aches did my sister and I have as we were often impatient and “tested” the fruits before they were properly ripe!

I remember the smell of sulphur that wafted the air when Dad set of the drying process of the apricots. I remember the many hours we spent over the years, cutting fruit, stuffing the de-seeded fruit into Vacola jars for Mum to cook in the oven. I remember the delight of eating fresh fruit – which I feel tasted better than the “fresh” fruit we get from the supermarkets now.



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Thoughts on Anzac Day

Anzac Day Thoughts

Anzac Day is a grand day for Australia as we think of those who have fought for our country in the wars over the years.  I often ponder on why there are wars – seems a hideous thing to do, to set out to overcome and kill the enemy.  And as I write this, I wonder if there is not another fight on the horizon.  These days I often think about my memories of this special day.  I have no memories of any involvement in Anzac services way back then.

My Parents’ Military Life

I don’t know a great deal about their history. I do now they both served and I have details of their service.  But they didn’t talk about it very much. I know that Dad was based in Alice Springs and became very sick.  (I did hear that there was some understanding that it may have been from the truck/s that delivered food to the camp in the same truck that also removed the sewerage from the camp.)

Dad ended up in Melbourne in the Heidelberg Hospital and on his discharge from the hospital was discharged from the Army, but a day or so lady re-enlisted but was restricted to Australia.  No overseas service for him due to his “illness”. So he served in Adelaide.  I know it disappointed him that he never got overseas with the Army!

That is where he met my mother, who was also serving – in Port Adelaide in the signals section.  That is where they met and fell in love.  They were married in 1943, and my mother had to leave the service.

My Thoughts

I know they were both proud of their respective service, but I have often wondered why they did not encourage my sister or me to consider a career in the ADF.  There was never any discussion about it as we reached our late teens.  I’m not sure that I would have wanted them to “urge” us to consider such a career, but I wondered why it was never discussed.

Anzac Day March

I have no recollection of attending any Anzac Day ceremony with my parents.  I have learned that the celebrations that we know today, did not happen in those early days, and that it wasn’t until the 1980’s that it became a big event.  I know my sister attended events with my parents, but I’d long since left home, so I never got to spent “Anzac” time with them.


I have always enjoyed marching, and on Thinking Day (February 22nd), or the closest Saturday there was always an event in Government House, in Adelaide.  I never missed one, perhaps for ten years.  What I enjoyed most of all was marching to one of the military bands along the pathways in Government House.  On the occasions I have attended Anzac Day Marches, I really wished I could join the march!

(I often watch the Chinese military marching on YouTube – their precision always impresses me.)

Last year I joined a friend at the front of the unit block where we live and played some of the music on my phone.  It disappointed us that no one else joined us.  This year I watched several ceremonies and the march in Brisbane on television.

Maybe next year, if there are no Covid restrictions I will go into the city to watch the march!


(Anzac Day in China – 2008

For Aussies around Shanghai in 2008, and registered with the Australian government as being in China, it was an exciting time when we received an invitation to attend the Anzac Day ceremony in the French Concession area of Shanghai.  Two friends and I were able to attend this salubrious occasion!  It was full of pomp and ceremony, with folk from Australia and New Zealand – a ceremony followed by breakfast and a sneak peak around the building.  I only wish we had taken photos!!!)

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My Favourite Photo

Where’s My Favourite Photo?

As I write this, my favourite photo, taken by me is above.  The lovely old Wynnum Jetty. I visit often for it is not far from my home, and each time the sea looks different.  Some days the water is rough and murky, and at dawn or dusk the scenery is spectacular.  I must get up early one day and head there with my camera.

It is a popular walking spot for there is a very long walk all along the beachfront for miles – and each twist and turn the scenery is amazing.

Where is Wynnum?

It’s in Australia, in the state of Queensland which is on the upper right side of the great island of this big country. It is the coastal suburb of the city of Brisbane.  You can read some of the history here.

I have always loved living near the sea, though for much of my life I’ve been further away from it than I’d wanted.  As I child I was brought up not too far from the sea in Adelaide, way south-west of where I eventually made my home.I’m not a great swimmer, but love being in the water.

Last summer I lived in a complex with a pool and most days I would swim or do my exercise in the water while enjoying the cool water, but this summer, despite having new swimming togs, I’ve not been in the water.

Camera Addict!

My business card says I am a “camera addict” – I just love walking anywhere with my Olympus camera around my neck and looking for good pics to take.

These days, as well as using some in the writing I do for a few mags, I make cards out of them.  Mostly I give them away with a message to write to someone who needs a lift – perhaps a letter of encouragement, good wishes, or prayer.  Particularly older people like getting something in their mail – no need to post it if it is for someone who lives nearby.

Travel Photography

While my travelling days are now limited, I have a great collection of photos – and the one below is one I have often admired.  I took this photo in the great state of Western Australia.

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Another of my special pics was taken in Singapore, in the Gardens by the Bay where there were extraordinary scenes that really impressed me.  When I show this one, of a huge need baby appearing to be lying on the grass, people don’t believe me.  Some folk have even looked at the photo and made comment without realizing how big the baby must be.  With the tall buildings no so far from the park, it gives some idea.

Photo by Di Hill

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What Cameras? 

Over the years I have had several cameras.  I rarely use my phone, and prefer my Olympus EM 10.  I have had big heavy cameras, but as I age, I rather like less weight to carry around. I feel I have much more control over the camera than a phone. I often carry a small Samsung camera too – fits neatly in my handbag.

What will I do with All My Photos?

It is not high on my “To Do List” at the moment but soon I will choose some of my best/favourites and put them in some sort of photo book.  I now do the cards and love donating them to groups for “lucky door or raffle prizes”.  Each card is presented with an envelope, and on the back the details of where the photo was taken.

Many appear in my blogs and other writing.

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Resources for Writers

There are many Resources for Writers

What would be do without Google – our Go-To site for more information or help.  Google is a great resource for writers information. There are other places to search for the information you need, but I find I am addicted to Google.  Today, I was in a rush to find something to present at a writers’ meeting tomorrow.  Sure I have loads of resources in folders, but with a day full of meetings and creating certificates and more, I decided to Google it.

So Much it is Overwhelming

I remember when I first started exploring different ideas and information on writing, I invested in books.  I visited the library often and sought information, bought books (most of which I still have!), but these days I visit Dr Google.


Why not do a class online?  There are many to choose from – some very expensive and others at the lower end of the market.  Test and measure them.  Find some that suit you – watch for the time you will need to take to do them, and explore as much as you can before you pay.

What is your Preferred Genre?

I have read a lot of fiction, but my favourite genre is life story writing, but there are different topics or subgenres there.  Biography, autobiography, and perhaps obituary.

Have a look at the list of genres here in Wikipedia.

Work out what you like to read, and perhaps that is a guide to what you might be successful in writing about.  I like history and real life.  I also love reading obituaries and  do workshops helping people to write their own.  Initially my students think it is a depressing topic, but writing your own obituary gives you the opportunity to explore parts of your life that few people know, and allows you to add an element of humour.

Guided Autobiography

Last year I completed a course in Guided Autobiography and am now helping folk write their own stories.  It is quite an amazing adventure.  And just Google the words and you too will find a lot of information about the style and also you might connect with one of the 500 plus qualified instructors.


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A Mentor. For Me?

Finding a Mentor

The reality for me is that I have never had a Mentor.  When the topic came up in the Ultimate Blog Challenge Day 6 – I sat and thought about it.  I cannot recall ever having a mentor.  And I think I know why.

What is a Mentor? says “A mentor can be a role model, coach, sounding board, voice of reason, counsellor and a trusted resource.”

I have discussed this topic at length with a lady some years ago, when the topic arose and we both talked about our lack of mentors and the possible reasons why neither of us had one.  Ever.

Too Different?

As it turns out, the two of us had something in common.  We were both tall.  I think she was an inch or so taller than me, and I was 5 ft 10 1/2 inches.  It was something I clearly could do nothing about – and my height has affected me negatively all my life.  Though there are a couple of benefits…

She and I both talked about our experiences.  In school we were both bullied to some degree about our height.  If we had to line up with the short students at one end and the tallest at the other, many voices would laughingly tell us to go to the end.  Every one else had fun as they jostled with each other to determine which space to occupy.

We talked about being a bit intimidating – just because of our tallness – with smaller students. I found this website about the “32 Worst Parts of being Tall”

Here is another website with a similar story about tall folk.

Too Many Moves

My tallness has been an issue for me always, but in relation to having  a mentor, I think there are other factors too.  I’ve always been different.  I was a Girl Guide in my early life, and no other Guides became best friends with me. None lived near me.  I had many friends, but with one exception, I’ve had no one who was more than a friend.

In my adult life, we moved house a lot – back and forth between states to follow my husband’s career.  And I had so many jobs – and only once do I recall working closely with another person.  That lasted nearly two years before I moved on.

I had endeavoured to have a partner in business, and in fact, did on one occasion.  We ran a little art and craft gallery, called The Gumnut Gallery together, but after a short time, it was she who moved and went dairy farming with her family a long-distance away.

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Photo by Mārtiņš Zemlickis on Unsplash

Friends and More

I have many friends but sometimes regret that I don’t have a great good friend who lives nearby.  One best friend lives on the other side of the country.  Another once-good friend no longer wishes to be a friend, and I suspect it was because of her divorce or a new relationship, but she didn’t wish to continue the friendship.  We did have a wonderful friendship while it lasted.

Going to the movies on my own is common, and doing a lot of things on my own is the way my life is, and I’m OK with it, but sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have a buddy.

I’m mindful that as I age, and don’t have the daily chat with someone, I don’t learn some things which might be helpful.  I do go out a lot – attending classes, social activities and more, but that good friend, mentor, buddy never seems to appear.

Is it something I do wrong?

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Jill of All Trades

Am I a Jill of All Trades?

According to Wikipedia

“Jack of all trades, master of none” is a figure of speech used in reference to a person who has dabbled in many skills, rather than gaining expertise by focusing on one.

The shortened version “a jack of all trades” is often a compliment for a person who is good at fixing things, and has a very good broad knowledge. They may be a master of integration, as such an individual who knows enough from many learned trades and skills to be able to bring the individual’s disciplines together in a practical manner. This person is a generalist rather than a specialist.

Because of my gender, I changed the wording to “Jill of all trades, and mistress of some” – which once upon a time I used in my marketing, as a speaker and trainer.

What Skills Do I have?

When I left school, I worked in an office as I had done well with subjects in my last year – Shorthand, Typing and Bookkeeping and at 17 was managing a small medical practice which inspired me to train as a nurse.  On completing that course, I worked in a range of hospitals as a Registered Nurse.

As we moved around Australia, I was offered other jobs – rarely actually applying for them, but they just “happened.”  Working in a fashion store, managing two business – one in the entertainment industry and the other in cosmetics (manicure).  I had always wanted to be a teacher, so I went to university and graduated with a teaching degree.

Handmade Cards - photography by Di Hill

Cards made from my Photography

What Did I Teach?

Initially, I taught skills to unemployed people so had to do a lot of learning myself, as the subjects were Personal Development, Retail, Hospitality, and later Aged Care. It was working in that field that I help people with literacy skills, especially those for whom English was not their first language.  Next, I was working in a college for new migrants to Australia, which lead me to be offered a position teaching English overseas.  For over two years I taught in China and South Korea.


I’ve always been a writer of sorts – even had work published before I reached my teens, and along the way have been an editor for a school newsletter, written for many websites, and contributed to other works. I have not yet published my own book.

I saw writing as a hobby, as was my interest in gardening, though in the late 1990’s our family had a Gerbera Flower farm – and I picked flowers several days a week! I’ve grown orchids for many years too.

As well I’ve been good at jewellery making, macrame, sewing crafty things , papermaking, photography and more.

Technology interested me too – so I’m a bit ahead of some of my peers.

I was often asked to speak at gardening clubs about my knowledge of bamboo, or networking, though now it is often talking about life stories, obituaries, writing, inspiring women, and housing for older women.

In 2012 I completed a Master of Arts in Writing too, which has been very useful.

Last year (2019), I completed a course in GAB – Guided Autobiography and work with mainly women to write their own stories.

Am I a Jill of All Trades?

Clearly, I am not of ALL trades.  I can’t fix things, tend to ignore anything under the bonnet of my car, and frequently need help to get certain things done by people with skills I don’t have.

Though, I do like driving and have done a lot of that – it’s more about photography, but to get to many of the wonderful places in Australia, one needs to drive to get to them.  I’ve driven many miles/kilometres, so I think I am a pretty good navigator too.  I rarely get lost – even out in the centre of this vast country.

One of my Gerbera photos - taken with my Olympus Digital Camera













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Four Wheels – Wheely Good!

My Four Wheels

I love driving – in my own four wheels – which is “Wheely Good”.  This post is inspired by the Ultimate Blog Challenge Tips for Day Four.  This is my tale is about my driving history. At least the good stuff. Though reflecting, there’s not much that is not good. I love driving.

My current car is a red Holden Barina – which replaced my favourite car, a Mitsubishi Lancer that I loaned to my son when he was having difficulties.  It was July 1st, 2016, that the Barina came into my life. In some ways, I regret not buying another Lancer, but what is done is done.

In January 2021, I watched as the mileage turned over to 100,000!  On top of this, I have driven around 10,000 in an old Toyota Coaster, so I have had some long drives in that time.

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My Driving History

I didn’t learn to drive until I was in my mid 20’s.  Around 50 years ago.  We were living in Melbourne, Australia, I was married and a mother of two children. For a while, I had been working occasionally on night duty at a local hospital, and my husband had to drive me and pick me up, which meant we also had to get the children out of bed. My husband did that early in the mornings to pick me up.

There were driving lessons locally, and when I had my licence, my husband bought a car for me.  One Saturday morning, the four of us drove to the other side of Melbourne, and I had to drive home through a city I was not familiar with, with my new (second-hand) car!  Very scary.

How Many Cars have I had?

I’ve lost count, really. But I have had two brand new ones – the Lancer and the Barina.

Until my marriage breakup, I only had second-hand cars, but when my father died in 2011, about a year after I left my husband (who had sold my car not long before, without my permission or knowledge), I had the funds to buy a new car. The Mitsubishi Lancer.

By this time we were living in Brisbane, Queensland. We’d been there for around 25 years.  Each year, at least once but occasionally more often, we would drive from Brisbane to Adelaide, or Melbourne to see our parents, and let the grandchildren see their grandparents. Each trip was around 4000 kms.  My husband drove most of the time. I was the relief driver when he became too tired.  On the occasions we drove through the night, I drove from around 2 or 3 am until around 6 am.

My husband was a typical male in that he didn’t like to stop along the way. Apart from some quick stops, it was from A to B as fast as possible.  This is why I yearned to travel on my own and explore with my camera!

Around Australia

In 2012, I decided to do something that had been on my “bucket list” – I circumnavigated Australia.  Alone.  It was a trip of around 40,000 km with all the off main road travels I did exploring and visiting friends and relatives.  It took me around 5 months.  I often laugh that I took a tent, an inflatable bed, and a range of camping equipment, but returned home with them still in their original packaging . Family members have since used them. I realised that as a lone woman, it was not really safe for me.  I stayed with friends, relatives, and in cabins.

I have done several other long trips – one was from Brisbane to Uluru-Kata Tjuta in the Toyota Coaster (bus/motor home) in 2017, and another year I drove down to Tasmania, and then on to Adelaide and back to Brisbane via Broken Hill.

My Wheely Good Four Wheels

I do feel that I am a wheely good driver, and apart from one event, my four wheels have been good to me. For all my driving I have only once had wheel/tyre problems.  One day not far from home, on my way back from Bribie Island to my home in Beachmere, I had a flat tyre. The only one I have ever had in all my driving.  Luckily I am a member of RACQ – a motoring body and I soon had one of their “rescuers” fixing my problem.  Only a short interruption to my day.

I am grateful for my 4 wheeled vehicles which have helped my safety with my travels in Australia, and Ireland in 2005.  I feel so blessed that I had the opportunity to see more of my own country – something that many Aussies will never do.

My Wheely Good Wheels have been good to me.

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Broome Western Australia

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Farewell Liz.

Farewell Liz – What a Colourful life.

Last Friday I attended the funeral to farewell Liz – a wonderfully colourful lady.  She was quite amazing, and though I didn’t know all about her, I knew much of her story.  We had several connections – my daughter attended the same school where she had been a student for most of her studies and later was the art teacher and Deputy Principal. They were not at the school together.

She was also a member of Zonta International from 1982 to her death a few weeks ago.  But it was her art that initially connected us.  I write for an online magazine, and someone asked me to write about Liz and an upcoming art exhibition where several artists had their works on sale for a fundraiser.

Buddy – her companion.

She lived alone for much of her life, after a short marriage.  Buddy was a cute little dog that loved Liz and when one visited her, Buddy had to be part of the visit.  You’d be welcomed by her little furry friend, and on departure had a farewell with Buddy.  Sadly Buddy was not well and was euthanized just before Christmas 2020.  I didn’t know that until after Liz departed this world, but I am sure she would not have wanted to continue life without him.

Early Life

Liz was an only child and was born with a severe cleft palate – deformity of the mouth, which made it difficult or impossible to eat and speak.  But Liz kept trying and after surgery learned how to do both.  However, all her life she struggled with related health issues.  It didn’t stop her.

With so much time she taught her self to draw – coloured pencils and paper were her friends in early days, and eventually, she started school – two years behind her peers but quickly caught up and surpassed them.  She won many awards for her studies, art, and music.  She learned to play the piano, organ and violin, and was the regular organist for a cathedral in Brisbane city – and of course, won some amazing musical awards.

Science or Art?

When she finished high school, she won several scholarships but chose to study science. At the end of her university days, she worked in the health industry as a microbiologist and later studied teaching before going on to be an art teacher at a variety of high schools around Brisbane and Thursday Island.  In many places, she became Deputy Principal  – though at TI she was School Principal.

In 1996 she retired from teaching and focused on art – silk art in particular.  To see some of her work visit here.

My Friend Liz

Colourful Liz


It was at Beachmere that I met Liz.  I was asked to write an article for Weekend Notes abut an Art Exhibition.  She and her friends often held art exhibitions with profits going to charities.  She raised an awful lot of money.  She was a wonderful crazy lady – so much fun and so much colour in our lives.


Beachmere is a little seaside village north of Brisbane.  It’s beautiful, on the edge of the Caboolture River, on Moreton Bay not far from Bribie Island.  There were many talented artists living in the region and the local group BANG held several art exhibitions, and of course, Liz took part too.

I used to call in to see her and Buddy from time to time.  She drove a little car and seemed to have a wonderful life – living mostly on the waterfront.

She really was an inspiration, and I was so sad to hear of her passing, but glad I was able to farewell colourful Liz at St John’s Cathedral last week. I was sad that I learned more about her after she died.

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Why I Do What I Do

Day Two

 The Back Story Why I Do What I Do

Here it is – Day Two and we are asked to explain what we do – what our niche or market is.  This is very difficult for me – I don’t have either niche or market – I just like chatting on a variety of topics and sharing my photos. When I am travelling, there are stories about my travels along with my photographs. I don’t try to sell anything; I don’t promote anything, but tell stories of my life’s experiences.

My First Blog

Way back in 2005, I was invited to travel from Australia to Ireland to do some research about a man who was born there.  Friends and family asked me to write about my travels and send them emails detailing my adventure. That sounded quite complicated, so I investigated and found a platform called TypePad.  I used that as I travelled to detail my story and interact with my friends and family.  I enjoyed doing it, but after returning to Australia, I stopped using it.

Not long after, I discovered other platforms – Blogger and WordPress.

What Do I Do?

I have been on this earth for many years and have had many careers.  Starting with office work in the years after I finished school, training as a nurse and working on and off as a registered nurse or using my nursing qualifications to get interesting work as a medical representative.  I’ve worked in the entertainment, arts and crafts, and beauty industry.

In 2002 I graduated from Griffith University with a Bachelor of Adult and Vocational Teaching and taught retail, hospitality, and aged care, before teaching English to students from around the world, whose native language was not English.

In 2008 I went to China to teach English at a college, which became a university for the whole year before returning to Australia.  In 2009, I spent several months teaching English Teachers in South Korea at another university.  I was back in China in 2010, but when I returned to Australia, life changed forever for me.

The Bride in China

A week of wedding ceremonies.

Marriage Ends – More Study

My marriage ended – I walked away, never to return.  I won’t go into details.  I had no money, so went house sitting, to an inner city house, and not able to find employment, and rather traumatised, I went back to study.  In 2012, I was in Melbourne for graduation with a Master of Arts, Writing, ready for the next phase of my life.

Me and Writing

Now I had been writing for years – was part of several active writing groups and wrote for magazines, and newsletters.  My great interest was life stories.  Have done a few – mainly just for families. Around that time I also did workshops on blogging, life stories and obituaries.

But more travel was on my bucket list.  I had always wanted to drive around Australia.  I had driven to Adelaide to visit my parents and sister.  But this time I prepared for something longer.  I had a Mitsubishi Lancer, and I thought a tent and an inflatable bed, and some other camping equipment would work.  I set off late in 2012, heading south to Adelaide stopping often, taking photos and doing well.  I had a house sit in Adelaide – one of the worst experiences of house sitting.

Then when that ended, I set off on and on I drove, across the Nullarbor Plain and on to WA.  I stayed with a cousin south of Perth, and friends.  On and on I went up north and on to the Northern Territory and then down inland Queensland and eventually arrived in Brisbane.  It took 5 plus months. I did it.  On my own.  Without any major dramas.  I was so thrilled.

I do talks sometimes encouraging older women to follow their dreams.

So why do I blog?  Just to share stories and photos.  To tell the stories of my travels.
To write.  Have fun.

Why I Do What I Do 4

The Devils Marbles

I still write for magazines, I still take photos, Covid-19 has clipped my wings, but I plan to travel again soon.  I do what I want to do.  Write, Travel and Have Fun.

Hopefully my book will be finished soon. Would you want to read it?





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