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Topic #27. Who are the three funniest people you know personally?

Here’s today’s topic, brought to you by Plinky.com: Who are the three funniest people in the world? Who are the three funniest people you know personally?

What’s with the comparisons all the time ? The MOST. The BEST. The FUNNIEST. My 3 little girls are the funniest in the world. I also know them personally.

For me, things are not very funny at the moment and I choose not to engage in this topic either.

Day 04: Something that is part of your routine that you enjoy.

This is a real challenge. Catching up the Days of January before I heard of the Dana Creative.

IN my new Normal here in Bellingen Shire, I have routines which I really enjoy and one of them is the drive up North Bank Road to visit my daughter and her daughter. From their house we go into town and do the shops. Then I come home down Waterfall Way and past McBaron’s herd of cattle.  That’s the outline of the routine.

North Bank is a narrow country road through the dairy farms and the rainforest. It opens up onto a view of the Dorrigo Mountains and the Bellingen Valley.  I play the local Community radio station while I’m driving. 2 BBB. Can’t pick it up at home but its fine in the Charade. That was once my mum’s car, the Charade was. I like the winding road where once I taught my sister to drive. Way back in the late 1960s.

It comes in past the NORTHBANK COMMUNITY GARDENS and the Catholic Nunnery and the Sewage Treatment Works to the 50km zone and across the roundabout near the Providore to my girls’ house.

Most days, the Baby is asleep when I get there and when she wakens, she turns and smiles and reaches her arms up to me. Its been almost a year now, almost a full cycle of seasons. Of rains and jacarandas and cattle and cafes in Town.

And when the visit is done, I take the Waterfall Way back down to the Coast, past McBaron’s herd and along the River, where the dredge is, to my home at the end of the long driveway through the paddocks.

Day 01: Something you’re looking forward to this year.

I have a bit of sorrowing on me and a momentary  lapse in being able to think of the things I was looking forwards to this year. Its raining and the temperature has dropped in what is ‘ supposed’ to be our mid-summer. Up north from us are floods that cover an area bigger than Texas and down here the thunder is rolling and cracking. The little cat has taken refuge under a large lounge and the world seems to be a weeping for our own personal sadnesses.

Last year I came Home. I tend to be slowly nomadic. Walking Unseen Lines around the Eastern Coast of NSW and most particularly the Northern Rivers. This year, I came Home again.  Somewhere in that is hidden the thing I am looking forward to.

Its to do with walking into the local chemist, seeing his face unsure for a moment and then his mouth framing the word – Lynne – with a question mark following. I taught his boys here before I went North. My parents shopped there and my sister. Now my parents are gone and the Chemist has lost his wife and there is illness in my family – and I am home amongst it. 

I am looking forward to a Settling In.  To cupboards where cupboards are meant to be, filed with the things they are meant to contain.  To driving along and turning, as I have seen my daughter do and saying “ I love this place”.

My feet walk where they are meant to walk. I sit where I am meant to sit. I am wanting the incredible rightness of being.