2020 Grateful 21: Owning what I do

Oh, what sad, silly creatures we are. We, humans. We who like to think we are intelligent, sentient beings who care about the world we live in, care about those with whom we live, care about the welfare of all. We don’t. All we really care about is money. Read more

2020 Grateful 22: Gutbai, Johnny P

COVID played havoc with my birthday week. I’ve so lost my sense of time that I got a start when KG asked me what I’d planned for the big occasion. I’d forgotten it was happening. I didn’t want to do anything in particular. For me, it was just another day. Then a mate from Chennai messaged me to wish me well and to send photos of the celebration. I told him I wasn’t doing anything. He told me to get out there and do something because he wanted photographs. I needed that prod.

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2020 Grateful 23: Hiring in

A few years ago, a mate told me how they’d hired in a chef for the weekend. They’d visitors over and knew they’d be too busy golfing to cook for them. I thought it an extravagance and truth be told, I was a tad envious. But that was then. Read more

2020 Grateful 24: Storm damage

We had a doozy of a storm here the other night. It hit Zala county hard with reports of evacuations in some villages, major flooding in others, and fallen trees just about everywhere. We were lucky. We lost a teapot. Read more

We’re all part of Jackie’s Army

I heard a couple of hours ago that the great Jack Charlton had finally broken free of his mortal coil and gone to where the good people go. I never met him. I never spoke to him. I never shook his hand. But he had a huge influence on my life. Read more

2020 Grateful 25: Ain’t life a peach?

Himself, at the door of my office with a look of consternation on his face. Me, engrossed in editing a piece of text on a subject too dry to mention, trying but failing to ignore the hovering. Himself, with a proclamation: We have a bit of a peach crisis. Cue end of my evening. Read more

2020 Grateful 26: Counting Sheep

I started writing the Grateful series back in 2012. With so many years of practice, you’d think being grateful would come naturally to me by now. But no. I still have to work on it. I still have to remind myself that there is something to be grateful for in everything. Read more

2020 Grateful 27: Looking back on tomorrow

When I was working on my business website way back when,  I sent the designer photos I’d taken. These were photos that, in my mind, linked to the subject on each page. In the intervening years, one, maybe two people at most, got the connection, the same connection I’d made. Photos are like that. They can be read into. They can tell stories. They can mean different things to different people. A little like the Rorschach inkblots. Well, sort of. Read more

2020 Grateful 28: A new pastime

Back in the day when I was writing CVs or resumes, I struggled a little when it came to hobbies. Reading. Writing. Theatre. They sounded too banal. I wasn’t much into sports or team events of any kind. I wasn’t into dancing or pilates or yoga. I could never find that edge that hobbies can give jobseekers. Who wouldn’t want to interview someone who listed extreme belly dancing as a hobby? Read more

2020 Grateful 29: I am my sister’s keeper

As the tentacles of COVID-19 reach into every crevice of society, we read of how governments are stepping in to give financial assistance to those who find themselves out of work. Welfare payments in varying amounts are paid to those whose employers have had to shut their doors. And yes, some people might be making more from the temporary payment than they did in their full-time job, but they are the exception. Some workers are not getting any help at all, particularly those for whom physical intimacy is an innate part of their job: sex workers. Read more