I am away from home for another month. Stuck in a beautiful beachside chalet in Shark Bay; the sun has not stopped shining and there is a perpetual holiday mood in the air. Oh poor me.

Again I have been so torn, so unstable, so unsure. So reluctant to leave my garden of red poppies and recently ressurected sage bush. So reluctant to leave friendships in midair.

Itinerant work fulfills the oxymoron of a working holiday. All of a sudden all the menial duties and housework come to a standstill, no more appointments, no more dinners or coffee dates, and I am left with a magnificent sunset and jog by the beach at 6.30pm, followed by whatever I feel like cooking for dinner, followed by a very quiet night.

I am being a reluctant pupil, being reschooled in the ways of the solitary life. There is ample time for thought, reading, writing. But already in my first week I feel full-up of this hermit way of life, for a book or a movie or a song cannot smile at you, cannot bounce ideas back at you or laugh at you.

after teh tarik and murtabak on a very cold night (by perth's standards, 7 *C?)

in the wee small hours of the morning
koh found a black, scared, female, fuzzy,

rabbit

along stirling hwy!
no kidding!

we've had a few pee-ing instances

once in the laundry,
once in dave's palm

but other than those little messes she has been a delight.
a little hot water bottle to snuggle in my lap and the crook of my elbow while i browse through recipes.

how much is a rabbit supposed to eat in a day?

we contacted all the local vets, and will be posting up fliers tomorrow.
if anyone has lost a rabbit in perth, let us know.