Thanks Momma

Filed under:Blog — posted by Shari on June 30, 2008 @ 1:41 pm

Thanks Momma, I say, this fine Monday. At 6:45am, I cast an eye around a sliver of vertical blind. Royal blue sky and not a lick of wind. No toast and tea at the beach this morning. It was my version of a rush at home and I was in the water at 7:30am. I didn’t look at the internet before going either. So, imagine my delight to discover that, for once, ignorance worked in my favour. I was wrong about the school holidays. They don’t start until next week. So, rather than a hundred groms buzzing around my head, I was met with two, yes TWO, other surfers at Dee Why Beach. How ’bout them apples? Ok, so the surf had dropped, a lot. But the sun shone warm on my chest, the waves were glassy and welcomed me into a few pockets. And it was a grand morning to be alive and be a surfer. Top o’ the day to the rest of ya. ;) 

anyone remember this one?

Filed under:Blog — posted by Shari on June 22, 2008 @ 11:57 am

Good morning. Snooping around my files, I came across this funny one again. If only math was this easy. Find x.
geometry test answer

The sun is finally out

Filed under:Blog — posted by Shari on June 21, 2008 @ 2:57 pm

In more ways than one. Wet storms finally left us this morning. With the good news from Canada that Dad is already on the mend in a big way, I can’t help but feel the positivity of the day.

I should have been out having a surf this morning, but I got stuck doing video transfers and conversions and then got into the time-absorbing task of  . . . play ominous music here . . . web site updating. Spare me. I must get a life.

hard times

Filed under:Blog — posted by Shari on June 17, 2008 @ 11:27 am

I love you, Dad.

Hard times come. The day before yesterday started my dad’s turn. He’s had a stroke, you see. It’s a small one and he’s expected to recover. Strong man, and brilliant. It’s horrible not to be able to run to him.

I love you, Dad.

Where is it all?

Filed under:Blog — posted by Shari on June 15, 2008 @ 2:59 pm

With all the writing that I’ve done, it should be easy. You’d think I could jam together enough content for 15 portfolios within a few clicks of the mouse.

Not so. Reading, re-reading, musing. I’m like Alice down the rabbit hole: in la la land for ages remembering the fun that each project was. Sound corny? Cliche even? nyuck, nyuck. It’s a cliche that few can claim. 😉


image: detail of installation by Bronwyn Lace