Monthly Archives: December 2011

I can’t read my own handwriting.

“Karen,” you say, “what are all those little yellow squares with handwriting on them?” “Handwriting I have blurred a number of times in photoshop, Internets,” I reply. “I do not want the contents of those squares to be discernible! Because … Continue reading

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Yuletide Tales

Today my fabulous sister looked at my mother during the traditional zillion rounds of hotly contested Uno and said, “Hey, Mum, tell the story of how you gave that nun the heart attack.” “What?” I said. “I haven’t heard this … Continue reading

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Faith in Foxholes

I went to Christmas Mass this year. I was raised Catholic and turned agnostic, then atheist in my teens, which was the kick-off for a number of truly spectacular fights between me and my mother. The part where I pretended … Continue reading

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Beautiful Day

Yesterday I accompanied my cousin on a trip to a farm near Rakaia, which is near Christchurch. His job was to check and re-service the wireless hub on a movable irrigator; mine was to keep him awake long enough to … Continue reading

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That’s In A Name

I’m a nerd who lives on the internet and has a reasonably common name and a couple of email accounts, so I am often made aware of the existence of other Karen Healeys. Sometimes I learn about these other people … Continue reading

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Right.

My fabulous sister currently has a job at a dairy farm, which entails getting up at 4am, bossing cows around, coming home at about noon, and going back to work in the evening until about six or seven. Then she … Continue reading

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