Contrary to what my friends, bloggers and book club think, my leisure time is not totally filled with book reading, instead I puzzle over crossword puzzles.
In downtime, my relaxing go-to fillers can be television, radio, YouTube, walking, things on my iPad, things on my phone, even talking to a real person, anything that comes under the banner of time-out.
But my big love is crossword puzzles. I have been doing them in newspapers and magazines for years. When I was a young girl sick in bed, my mother taught me how to solve a crossword in the Australian Women’s Weekly and I was hooked.
A favourite puzzle is the one with only numbers as clues. Yet my long abiding dislike is Sudoku which is numbers.
Not so long ago I tried puzzles online.
It didn’t suit my hand-eye co-ordination.
There are hundreds of crossword puzzle books but I discovered Take 5 Puzzler booklet.
I will try most challenges and styles so I am in seventh heaven with a recent January edition of the Take 5 Mega Puzzler with 130+ puzzles, some I have not seen before — of course, Alphabet Sleuth is the best!
This postcard came in the mail via Australia Post. As intended, the ye olde black and white image caught my eye. It was not sent from a removalist company but a real estate agent.
Our images are so copious, so spread around, and so disposable these days that it is hard to believe this single shot would have been a painstaking work of art. And quite an historic rural event. Look at that horse power! There appears to be one small girl on a beam but the rest of the contingent is male. A move like this would have been challenging to say the least, and not without its hazards, so the womenfolk were probably waiting at the other end with hot beverages and bandages.
I would have liked acknowledgement of the photographer, location or source (probably State Library archives) but suffice to say I was most impressed with the photo taken a century ago. And delivered to my letterbox in the traditional way.
As a kid I had an American penpal, sadly no letters and no memory remain other than choosing the lick-and-stick postage stamps. Until recently I belonged to the world-wide postcard group Postcrossing, receiving postcards and stamps from all over the planet. It proved difficult for me to maintain but it was a wonderful experience.
In Brisbane, we still have a good postal service which regularly delivers letters, parcels, bills, cards, leaflets, brochures, newspapers, pizza vouchers and assorted items like sachet samples of detergent.
I scrutinise all unsolicited mail and most goes straight into the recycle bin. Except, of course, this one. Ah, time travel, how I wish I could go back and watch that house moving for real…