Stray thoughts, tamed.
'Tis a blustery day that makes me feel strong. Restless winds remind me of those days when first I felt the fullness of my womanhood. It is the kind of strength which conquers horizons, yet has my feet planted squarely on the ground. There is no Earth Mother goddess: I am she, and must be... Continue Reading →
There was an article recently which added to the weight of photographic and other evidence that translators are physically active despite the stereotype of a nerdy weakling staring at a computer screen or poring over huge, dusty dictionaries somewhere that seems to persist. Like many other translators, I have been active all my life. I... Continue Reading →
It is high time I wrote on this topic. Life is like an avocado tree. It is. Forgive the enormous extrapolation from the very basic idea that my life as I am experiencing it today is like the avocado tree in my garden. Now you can see why the formulation "life is like an avocado... Continue Reading →
We feel better once we're shot of it. It leaves us refreshed, with more space for new growth, where we can breathe.
I chatted with a translator colleague my age via the Facebook chat box earlier this week, and was most amused to read our previous conversation about three months prior. For among incredibly witty, self-deprecating remarks about the dubious delights of menopause, there were a couple of remarks about translation. I was wondering why a lot... Continue Reading →
I am extremely allergic to cats. I do not need any advice as to how to deal with this fact. It is quite simple: cats must stay away from me. That way, the cats will be happier, and I will be alive.
What you also really need is... a bucket for all those unwanted commas, a sense of humour and a sense of the serious.
At least stars are feminine in Portuguese and, I rather fancy, come out in the evening. It was at eventide that I took some fat oil pastel sticks and made this bad drawing of the house opposite. I made it much brighter than it actually is because that is how it looks with foreign eyes... Continue Reading →
You probably think I should have said cracked, but these almonds, which I picked off the pavement under my neighbour's tree this afternoon, were smashed with the hammer. The pliers, about thirty years old and kept chiefly for sentimental reasons, were used merely to secure the nut in place. As each shell was opened, I... Continue Reading →
My dear friend knows that I would never pass up the opportunity of sitting on four royal thumbs in a holy place.
That elusive pair of jeans 