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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

Maybe I’ll just skip the University course and make myself homeless now.

Wednesday, 5 June 1996  8:35am Hey S, Had that lunch with our Father yesterday.  Depressing affair, all told.  Basically, these ideas of going back to Uni are shot, they really are.  It’s the people I work with, they’re always going on and on and on about how crap it is here, so I guess I’m conditioned to think that.  Then they all go on about … Continue reading Maybe I’ll just skip the University course and make myself homeless now.

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1996, Letter from Grandparents, Letters to S

Not sure I know what a tamarillo is.

3 June 1996 Dear S, Jack and Brady, Thanks ever so much for the 3 lovely photos of Brady, they are so beautiful I especially like the one of her pushing her toy cart, she really means business what a determined look she has on her face.  Did your new niece or nephew arrive? Have been thinking about them and hope that all went well this … Continue reading Not sure I know what a tamarillo is.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S, Our Troublesome Father

The peculiarities of our troublesome Father.

Tuesday, 14 May 1996  8:30am Went to the “Empress of India” in Carlton.  I was meeting Scottish Lisa from work and a few other people, all of whom I’d met before (bar one).  There were seven of us, we sat around just drinking and gossiping.  I must be getting old S, I spent a Saturday night ‘just chatting with friends’ (sounds like a coffee commercial) … Continue reading The peculiarities of our troublesome Father.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

Men with jowls don’t dance. 

Friday, 10 May 1996  8:35am It’s a New Age for J, Sis.  I had a bit of a revelation last night.  I was shaving after a bath to soothe away the rigours of the day, and I noticed something in my face I’d never spied before.  I’m getting jowls.  I’ve put on weight, and I’m getting jowls.  They’re embryonic jowls to be sure, but the … Continue reading Men with jowls don’t dance. 

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

It’s not the meek that shall inherit the earth, it’s the technologically literate.

Thursday, 9 May 1996  8:30am Howdy S, Spoke to Mum on the phone yesterday.  We chit-chatted. Aunty Marge is coming down for the weekend for some genealogy grave-robbing gig with Ma. So anyway, we’re chattin’ away, and Mum Says ‘Oh your sister called on Sunday by the way.  ‘Really, how is she?  What’s she doing?  ‘Well, it was so early, I answered the phone all … Continue reading It’s not the meek that shall inherit the earth, it’s the technologically literate.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

TV is the great blight of my existence, and it must be excised from my life.

Tuesday, 7 May 1996  8:40am My first full-on TV-less night.  And what a blessing.  I don’t think I’ll get the thing fixed, Sis.  I didn’t miss it at all.  And I actually cooked a meal.  A pastry dish.  It was my first filo recipe ever.  I know this is probably inane, but I get a kick out of cooking new dishes, makes me feel a … Continue reading TV is the great blight of my existence, and it must be excised from my life.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

It’s not how much you’ve had – it’s how bad you feel.

Saturday, 4 May 1996  12:30pm Yeah, yeah… in on a Saturday.  I don’t feel that I put in too good a performance this week, so I’m in here now trying to boost the week’s tally.  I’m keying the questionnaires the companies fill in and send back.  It’s not such bad work, each one’s a bit different.  You do have to use your brain a little. … Continue reading It’s not how much you’ve had – it’s how bad you feel.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

It’s a curly one, isn’t it?

Tuesday, 30 April 1996  8:50am Oh God, This time it’s for real Sis.  I have to decide on a career.  I’m going to be twenty-fucking-four in a few months, and I’m still bumbling along in this job I stumbled into.  This job which is going to lead nowhere.  What brought on this fit of fear I hear you ask?  I went over and visited Leah … Continue reading It’s a curly one, isn’t it?

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1996, Letters from Mum, Letters to S

Pretty sure you bought that dessert mum.

FAX to S from Mum 30 April 1996 Dear S, Jack and Brady, Thank you so much for my birthday card and presents.  I had a lovely time opening them outside the mail delivery centre in the car.  Everyone around me must have thought I was a nut case.  I opened the letter opener first and was thrilled, then the tray, which is really cute, … Continue reading Pretty sure you bought that dessert mum.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

Sitting in Death’s Waiting Room.

  Friday, 26 April 1996 Howdy Sis o’ Mine, Still sittin’ here in Melbourne, Autumn chill closin’ in around me. Trying hard to ignore the blustery football analysis that trumpets around, usually on Monday, but today on a Friday.  It was ANZAC day yesterday, and there were a few games played.  I actually walked through the park near the MCG yesterday as the people swarmed … Continue reading Sitting in Death’s Waiting Room.

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