"You are so far around the bend...

...nobody knows where you are living."

- the words from the song by The Nationals.

I just heard this song on the radio. It  made me laugh.

Yes I live around the bend.

 One minute I am on my hands and knees scrubbing the floor like a nineteenth century servant - using my elbow grease to clean the kitchen floor (and please don't think my house is spotless and that I clean like this everyday).

Then I'm drying teabags and storing them to use later to make teabag books and curtains -like some eccentric artist with hair that is unkempt and ripe for birds to nest in. No my hair isn't like that - but it is how I imagine myself - complete with a long dress and apron, because that perfectly matches the floor scrubbing.

 I am matching book swappers up for the big book swap (which has taken off more than I could have imagined - and is an utterly joyful thing, though it can do my head in trying to puzzle out who goes with whom). If you don't know what I am talking about please look at the previous post. You might like to join in.

I'm walking dear Jasper and writing poetry about the bees in the golden wattle, rusty barbed wire, green pastures with lambs staring at us and gravel paths. I'm eating left overs for lunch with my son. I'm writing letters the old fashioned way. I'm reading books - because they are like my life blood. I'm sitting in prayer and journal writing. I'm cooking a meal on our slow combustion fire. I'm cutting my hair because my daughter doesn't have enough time at the moment, and it is driving me around the bend (hahaha).

I'm doing dishes, and pulling weeds and cleaning out the kitty litter, and editing a manuscript. I'm folding up washing. I'm writing out a list of questions for the next interview here. I'm Facebooking. I'm making afternoon tea for my daughter....

I live around the bend. Where do you live?

Asta x