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A walk alone

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I set off this morning, almost 4 weeks after major surgery, for my first solo walk without the supporting arm of my husband. Still feeling a little vulnerable against the wilds of Woodgate I searched for a stick-like thing with which to menace rabid dogs and small children. I found in Mike’s New Guinea weapon collection what turns out to be the black palm shaft of an ancient stone club that was just my size. So I strutted forth, moon pillow under the left armpit, wooden staff (decorated with traditional fibres) in the right hand. Thinly disguised as a tribal medicine woman I did the block, stickybeaked at new houses, admired gardens and gossiped with neighbours. Everyone has a cancer story these days. Daughter of a neighbour had both ovaries removed with cancer only to deliver a healthy baby nine months later! She had advanced eight months before that condition was diagnosed. Must have been one determined little begger that one!

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About pipsky

A creative, generous 64 year old with a PhD in Performance Studies trying to grow old disgracefully while working like mad in regional Queensland, squeezing the juice out of every day & still trying to find the balance that will maintain the quiet mind that makes her useful to others and nice to live with.

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