Candles

September 14th, 2009

And now for something a bit softer than that hypnotic pinwheel …

candles

Much more relaxing.

Tasmania

April 21st, 2008

This is what Tasmania looked like in December:

Tasmania – like New Zealand, only tastier!

Trussworthy

November 29th, 2007

“A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.”
- H. Lecter

The winds of change – or not

November 15th, 2007

People in our neighbourhood are very politically switched on. Within days of the federal election being called, the placards began to appear:

Obviously these people are somewhat sheltered from the gusty winds of politics and, what’s more, they don’t care who knows it.

Apple cake

November 9th, 2007

Mmmmm…

She who must be portrayed

November 7th, 2007

Perfect day for it

November 5th, 2007

J insisted I post this photo. I apologise for imposing such cuteness on your unsuspecting selves.

Whassupdate

October 28th, 2007

Style ManualRobskee’s head, nose and fingertips have been buried in the Commonwealth Department of Finance and Administration’s (2002) Style manual for authors, editors and printers, 6th edition, John Wiley & Sons Australia, Ltd. Perhaps not surprisingly, the little nerd has found it absorbing reading, despite its total lack of discussion of coffee or cheese.

Robskee will be reconnecting with the world shortly.

That’s influence

August 11th, 2007

A reprieve of sorts

August 7th, 2007

We dropped Ziggy off at the vet surgery early this morning. It took three of us to get him into the holding cage. Strangely, he was sporting his big staffy grin when we left. A few hours later I was called in to the surgery, just minutes before they were to amputate.

I had asked them over the phone to check out a new, small lump before they operated, but after they gave Ziggy his pre-med doggy-valium and had him sitting up on the operating table they couldn’t find the thing. At home, the plumber had just arrived to find and hopefully fix an underground leak that has been restricting our water supply for three days. Just as Scout – the kelpie – was introducing herself to the plumber in her very special way and I was trying to find a safe place to put her with both side gates open and the front & back doors ajar, the vet rang asking me to come in and help them find the lump.

It was good to see Ziggy still whole. We found the lump and the vet said I should wait a couple of minutes while they had a look at a smear of it under the microscope. She returned shortly and led me out the back door to a quiet bit of garden. This couldn’t be good.

“That new lump, I’m afraid it is something.”

A very small but highly unpredictable and potentially more aggressive type of tumour than the one on his leg, and one they recommend removing immediately. They can possibly remove both it and the leg today, but they prefer not to have him anaesthetised for such a long time.

Poor Ziggy. He’s currently recovering from his lumpectomy (a double, actually, because they found yet another one) and will be staying at the vet’s overnight.

He keeps his leg for now.

Ziggy on the prowl

August 5th, 2007

Here’s Ziggy, doing what comes natural . . . putting on his boots & shoes, eating cat poo, no time to lose . . . Oh Lordy!

(Best not to click the video link if you have a slow internet connection or are offended by images of poo-eating)

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The poor thing is being operated on in a few days and won’t be as chipper as this for a little while to come.