
Revival
I have been a blogger since 2005. At the height of my blogging busy-ness, I had "a small stable" of blogs on different topics: social and political commentary; desert spirituality; food; waste and ....
A few years ago I called time and ceased blogging altogether - although there was an occasional post. I had called it quits. I am an aged woman these days with a couple of serious illnesses. I am not allowed to drive. I am no longer active in organisations. I think it fair to say that I am housebound. I am active on Facebook, although I am not there as often as once I was. I have decided to embark on a re-entry into the blogging world ... beginning with The Trad Pad and, possibly, a return to my food blog, Oz Tucker. I have always used a lot of photographs on my blogs ... and I miss not being out and about with my camera.
The Trad Pad has been my blog for the lovely things of life. The controversial or political has seldom intruded. Occasionally, the spiritual has found its way in, but I kept spirituality for the blog, Desert. I don't yet know if I will revive that. I will stick pretty much to food and the lovely things of life. If I have some regularity with those two categories, I feel that I will be doing well. I hope that, with this blog new friendships can be formed and old friendships renewed; new lovelies discovered; new reflections can enter into the meaning of modern life. I would love to hear from you - particularly if you have suggestions for new topics to enter into the conversation. So, it is a new year. Let's see what it has in store, what it can bring to us. And I hope that those who share the spirit of The Trad Pad can spread the message of a world of beauty, the creativity of humanity, and the joys of simplicity and tradition. ~~~ February, 2017
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Meet Bert the Bloke - one beautiful puss.

Friday, June 22, 2007
Daydreaming cat

Tuesday, June 12, 2007
A crop and a cat at The Trad Pad
The backyard Lemon Tree is cropping. This is the first.
With the addition of a little mint, some sweetener and water, this emerged.
This white painted basket with its cheerful gingham liner sits on the floor beside my desk. It is waiting to find a home or a function that is not yet clear. There are a number of cat baskets at The Trad Pad - large, commodious and warmly lined. Yet, in yesterday's cold, Rose the SpartaCat decided to curl up in this. One could never have imagined that he would fit - but fit he did. Perhaps - in spite of this basket being lined only with a simple cotton fabic - it was warm because he could curl himself up tightly into the nearest resemblance of a ball that a large, fat, contented cat can manage.
And this morning, he went nuts. In the pre-dawn dark, as I am sitting in the next room at my computer he is rampant in this chest of drawers in the midst of refurbishment. In, out, roundabout, scratching, on the move, noisy. Mad cat, Rose! Are you training for cheezburger?
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Cats, Cheezburger, and hitting the headlines

Friday, February 23, 2007
Cat napping

Guess who appreciates texture with a capital T.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Rose in a basket
Friday, May 05, 2006
Furry frendz
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Rose - and the one that got away

He's a Russell Crowe sort of cat.
Yesterday he brought in a bird.
It sought shelter behind the sideboard.
I locked Rose in my bedroom until the bird flew away.
I then let him out.
This is the record of his fruitless search for his prey.

Monday, November 21, 2005
Rose in repose

Rose in repose in partial sun on the dining table
Rose is a male cat.
Herself had picked the name
before she picked him up.
Weeks later - not a female as purported.
If he spoke English, we believe,
he would sound like Russell Crowe.
He is a Gladiator, a Spartacat.
His contribution to the household to-day:
One mynah bird, one fieldmouse - deceased.
