What comes next?

Farewell

That Last Little Trip

My eyes! My beautiful eyes!
Community swimming pools are the worst.  I mean seriously.  It’s  bad enough to have  step out of one’s clothes in public (always with the niggling thought that perhaps you forgot to actually put a swimming costume on underneath and yes now you’re standing there in the nude!), but then to be inspected surreptitiously (yes I can see you glancing sideways at me!!!) and then to be compared to every other female within a 500 kilometre radius.   Women and men strutting their stuff.  Seriously people…my gran looks better than most of you.   Harsh?  Yes!  An absolute falsehood without an ounce of truth?  I think not.

When a heart breaks it don’t break even.
It’s interesting how some insecurities never change, no matter how long you’ve known someone.  Once upon a time I might have wondered if my husband still found me attractive.  There were some extreme years consisting of lesbian hair cuts and flourescent socks that only the truly infatuated could have overlooked.  But  these days I tend to think if he doesn’t feign a cartoon heart bounding out of his chest whenever he sees me then  he’s a frikkin’ moron (coz I am awesomely, righteously schmokin’!)  I used to twist myself in knots worrying that he thought I was an intellectual retard.  Some might say I’m smart in a stupid way(

I’ve had the time of my life.
Picture this.  It’s 1987.  A school bus packed with teenagers rumbles along a windy rainforest road. It is twilight and the kids are rowdy. Dressed in their best gear, they are headed out for a once a year experience.  Movie night at the Malanda picture theatre. The theatre is huge, the seat canvas and baggy. Rows upon rows of couples sit, snuggling and smooching. One couple in particular catches your eye. She seems a bit tough, and he’s kinda goofy. Even now though…he loves her. She rests her head on his shoulder as the house lights lower, and the movie begins. She feels the tears well as she watches