A global pandemic wasn’t exactly on our checklists of things to plan for down under.
Her pants are drenched from trudging through weeds still wet from the weekend rain, her boots are covered in the mud she sank through five minutes after starting her shift, and her socks have now been drenched for six hours because her boots aren’t waterproof.
If one person has a fever we all have to stay home and quarantine. Not exactly on the top of our to-do lists when most of us only have a few days wiggle room to get our 88 days for our visa extension.
What no one had mentioned, yet what is all over the internet, was how ridiculous the weather is down here.
Three sides to every story, see
What happened, not so clear
But each believes wholeheartedly
Tall standing, free of fear
The headlines are like the children. They make a noise and then look around to see if we’re watching.
How am I supposed to live without you How am I supposed to carry on When all that I’ve been livin’ for is gone Rochelle angrily pounded the space bar, … Continue reading play the game (for “Rochelle”)
We’re tired of the establishment. So let’s make a change, even if that means that we vote for a future a bit further away than January, and a result a bit closer to home than Washington.
Like I told them, I’m really good at being single.
I am the border of two realities, nostalgic for a childhood from a quickly bygone era.