Author: Jennifer
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Oh, Australia
Can you talk like an Australian? What are sunnies, Eskies, helies, pollies. (Sunglasses, Eskimo coolers, helicopters, politicians.) Got it? So then, what is sosh, or goss, or satched, or mackers? (Social, gossip, saturated, McDonalds hamburgers.) No worries, mate. You’re all right. Which means, “You’re welcome.” Roight. Australia offered us the very best vacation we’ve had…
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The Olgas & Uluru
The Outback. Here we fancily stay at “Sails In The Desert,” a hotel that sprawls over some acreage. It’s a gorgeous place where the staff is young, fervent, effervescent, wonderful. They are, literally, a sweet oasis in the usual nippy Australian service we’d become almost accustomed to. The shot below is of a stand of…
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Cairns – Not “Keerns;” It’s “CANS,” Mate!
If you’re anything like me, here’s what 25 straight hours of traveling and the complete disappearance of a whole day, will do for you: 1. You will ask yourself, so what in hell is fun about vacations anyway? 2. Your body will have a deep-bone fatigue in which you think your legs could not ache…
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Dup Dup!
I got off the hospital elevator, looked up, and found myself outside the morgue. It’s unobtrusive, of course, the morgue. I only knew I was standing outside the door because there was a man there, 65 or older, a confused man with a very deep limp, loud in saying he was supposed to pick up…
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This Is Only A Test
I’m guessing most people will know where these photos were taken? If you don’t, though, c’mon, Boonoonoonoos, let’s have some minor fun. Three things: 1. Without looking at the last photo, where’s this? 2. The photo pairs might have some commonality? Um, visual puns? 3. Guess which photo subject I absolutely liked best! [Click on…
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A What?
Some friends, a couple, had us over for dinner one cold, cold evening in New York. We were having the usual catching-up chit chat over wine and preliminary finger food — trips taken, health of elderly parents, the usual. The husband, a doctor, mentioned a friend who had found himself in a terrible situation: The…
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Me, Me, Me
Haven’t been here lately. Two reasons, mainly: One, the demands of rewriting the accurséd novel. Which is an insistent elephant foot on my chest. I cannot allow myself to write here because blogging squanders time. Big time. It was Calvin Trillin, I believe, who confessed that he feels pressure every time he has to write…
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Post-Croup & Regroup
Happy to say I’m feeling better. My health restored, my will to rewrite invigorated — however briefly. Not that it’s been easy. I’m on Word Document REWRITES.v3. But I’m sucking it up, plugging away without too much whining. Hey, what happened here? I’m still not sure. I’m thinking that the sick bay gave me plenty…
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Procrastination
This is how I procrastinated this week and didn’t start the rewrites on my new novel, “Grace Notes:” Went to bed on Monday evening, perfectly fine. Kissed the Sweetie goodnight, turned over. From the dark comes an ugly, raging flu. Fever, snot, pounding headache, wimpy legs. Despite a prophylactic flu shot last November. I’ve just…
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Singapore!
Singapore is clean and green. A relief from Bangkok. The road from the airport is a boulevard, an allee with mature flame trees, flowerless now, to be sure, in this rainy season. Palm trees line the median. Everywhere it is rainforest lush. It is also the season of frequent afternoon and early-evening thunderstorms. The city…