Only Eczema

Thanks to everyone who left messages for me – as it turned out the skin thing was simply eczema and could have been left but based on past history was better out and checked than left 🙂

Only Eczema

Thanks to everyone who left messages for me – as it turned out the skin thing was simply eczema and could have been left but based on past history was better out and checked than left 🙂

Sun Days


Way back in the days of my youth, before the hole in the ozone layer appeared, before we thought too much about global warming and the knowledge of my own mortality lay somewhere in the distant future, I was a sun worshipper. I wasn’t alone of course, all of us here in the land downunder spent summers tanning. No such thing as 15 spf in those days, we had things like coppertone and our favourite, coconut oil.

Despite the days spent lying on a footpath turning every fifteeen minutes and slow basting in the sun I can only remember two really serious sunburns. One occurred one summer school holidays when I had a job watering the greens at the local golf course. Out in the sun all day for weeks I ended up badly blistered on my chest from the sunburn. I think I was about 16 then, about the age I was in the photo here.

The second time was an Australia Day weekend in January 1978 when I spent the holiday weekend with mates at Torquay on what is now called the “Surf Coast“. That was a blistering weekend too only that time it was the shoulders that copped it.

Mum would make up a concoction of tomatoes and vinegar and bathe the sunburnt areas with it. I have no idea what that did except disguise the summer smell of sweaty feet. My sister Karen and I used to have a competition each summer to see which one of us would get brownest and on most occasions it was me who won. Maybe she was more sensible than I was, but after the first few weeks of a normal summer I no longer burnt I did just go darker with each passing day in the sun. I hated that my skin was the type that pretty soon returned to normal once we went back to school in February.

Around 8 years ago I had a sqamous cell carcinoma cut from my right collar bone. On Friday I had something that looked pretty similar cut from my left shoulder. I get the results next Friday, but I guess it is the price of those many early Sun Days.

Sun Days


Way back in the days of my youth, before the hole in the ozone layer appeared, before we thought too much about global warming and the knowledge of my own mortality lay somewhere in the distant future, I was a sun worshipper. I wasn’t alone of course, all of us here in the land downunder spent summers tanning. No such thing as 15 spf in those days, we had things like coppertone and our favourite, coconut oil.

Despite the days spent lying on a footpath turning every fifteeen minutes and slow basting in the sun I can only remember two really serious sunburns. One occurred one summer school holidays when I had a job watering the greens at the local golf course. Out in the sun all day for weeks I ended up badly blistered on my chest from the sunburn. I think I was about 16 then, about the age I was in the photo here.

The second time was an Australia Day weekend in January 1978 when I spent the holiday weekend with mates at Torquay on what is now called the “Surf Coast“. That was a blistering weekend too only that time it was the shoulders that copped it.

Mum would make up a concoction of tomatoes and vinegar and bathe the sunburnt areas with it. I have no idea what that did except disguise the summer smell of sweaty feet. My sister Karen and I used to have a competition each summer to see which one of us would get brownest and on most occasions it was me who won. Maybe she was more sensible than I was, but after the first few weeks of a normal summer I no longer burnt I did just go darker with each passing day in the sun. I hated that my skin was the type that pretty soon returned to normal once we went back to school in February.

Around 8 years ago I had a sqamous cell carcinoma cut from my right collar bone. On Friday I had something that looked pretty similar cut from my left shoulder. I get the results next Friday, but I guess it is the price of those many early Sun Days.

Sun Days


Way back in the days of my youth, before the hole in the ozone layer appeared, before we thought too much about global warming and the knowledge of my own mortality lay somewhere in the distant future, I was a sun worshipper. I wasn’t alone of course, all of us here in the land downunder spent summers tanning. No such thing as 15 spf in those days, we had things like coppertone and our favourite, coconut oil.

Despite the days spent lying on a footpath turning every fifteeen minutes and slow basting in the sun I can only remember two really serious sunburns. One occurred one summer school holidays when I had a job watering the greens at the local golf course. Out in the sun all day for weeks I ended up badly blistered on my chest from the sunburn. I think I was about 16 then, about the age I was in the photo here.

The second time was an Australia Day weekend in January 1978 when I spent the holiday weekend with mates at Torquay on what is now called the “Surf Coast“. That was a blistering weekend too only that time it was the shoulders that copped it.

Mum would make up a concoction of tomatoes and vinegar and bathe the sunburnt areas with it. I have no idea what that did except disguise the summer smell of sweaty feet. My sister Karen and I used to have a competition each summer to see which one of us would get brownest and on most occasions it was me who won. Maybe she was more sensible than I was, but after the first few weeks of a normal summer I no longer burnt I did just go darker with each passing day in the sun. I hated that my skin was the type that pretty soon returned to normal once we went back to school in February.

Around 8 years ago I had a sqamous cell carcinoma cut from my right collar bone. On Friday I had something that looked pretty similar cut from my left shoulder. I get the results next Friday, but I guess it is the price of those many early Sun Days.

Star Sign – Yin and Yang


I am a Cancerian and some would say I have typical cancerian properties – crabby just like the sign says, quick to retreat into my shell, have trouble sharing innermost secrets, shy etc. Some sources claim, however, that it is the least clear cut of all the signs of the zodiac. It is said that we can be untidy, sulky and devious, as well as loyal and easily flattered. In researching what a Cancerian is truly like I have found that the best description is perhaps that we are full of contradictions, and maybe that explains the similarity of the cancer sign [above right] to that of the Chinese symbol of Yin and Yang [above middle].

That symbol represents the balance in the universe between the masculine and feminine, the passive and aggressive, the warm and the cold. The theory states that all phenomena consist of two opposite affects, and the contradictions evident in the cancerian character are perhaps a true refelction of this.

Do I beleive in Astrology? I would have said no once, and I still find it a little hard to grasp that the position of stars in the sky at the exact time of my birth had an impact upon my character. It’s also a bit of a stretch in reading a daily horoscope in a newspaper that it could apply to one twelfth of the world’s population. But there is always something in the way these things are written that can be applied to some particular aspect of our life at the time. Perhaps, where we read them and actually see some message we are simply enabling ourselves to view an event, or a state of mind in a way we may not have had we not read the prognostication.

Those who are regular readers will know that I have considered myself to be a loner for most of my life, that I have certainly hidden many things from people, including from myself, that I am sometimes contradictory and maybe not as open as I would like to be. And it seems in reading other peoples blogs that there does appear to be an attraction of like minded people occurring – those with angst, or a degree of confusion, those who are looking for direction or who are seekers of self knowledge seem to visit here as I visit them.

I wrote about that concept of friendship in the blogosphere a few weeks ago and the theme was taken up by a number of you. Follow-up posts Best Friends and Loners, For Sale Friend… , Midlife Friendship Questions, and Friendship, all link to the responses to that first set of questions.

Recently Josie has also written about it in a post on her blog Picking up Pieces.

Somehow we seem to have found a community here and I have wondered whether there are an inordinate number of Cancerians amongst you, or indeed if there is any coincidental number of any particular star sign amongst the readers. So I ask – what is your star sign?


Star Sign – Yin and Yang


I am a Cancerian and some would say I have typical cancerian properties – crabby just like the sign says, quick to retreat into my shell, have trouble sharing innermost secrets, shy etc. Some sources claim, however, that it is the least clear cut of all the signs of the zodiac. It is said that we can be untidy, sulky and devious, as well as loyal and easily flattered. In researching what a Cancerian is truly like I have found that the best description is perhaps that we are full of contradictions, and maybe that explains the similarity of the cancer sign [above right] to that of the Chinese symbol of Yin and Yang [above middle].

That symbol represents the balance in the universe between the masculine and feminine, the passive and aggressive, the warm and the cold. The theory states that all phenomena consist of two opposite affects, and the contradictions evident in the cancerian character are perhaps a true refelction of this.

Do I beleive in Astrology? I would have said no once, and I still find it a little hard to grasp that the position of stars in the sky at the exact time of my birth had an impact upon my character. It’s also a bit of a stretch in reading a daily horoscope in a newspaper that it could apply to one twelfth of the world’s population. But there is always something in the way these things are written that can be applied to some particular aspect of our life at the time. Perhaps, where we read them and actually see some message we are simply enabling ourselves to view an event, or a state of mind in a way we may not have had we not read the prognostication.

Those who are regular readers will know that I have considered myself to be a loner for most of my life, that I have certainly hidden many things from people, including from myself, that I am sometimes contradictory and maybe not as open as I would like to be. And it seems in reading other peoples blogs that there does appear to be an attraction of like minded people occurring – those with angst, or a degree of confusion, those who are looking for direction or who are seekers of self knowledge seem to visit here as I visit them.

I wrote about that concept of friendship in the blogosphere a few weeks ago and the theme was taken up by a number of you. Follow-up posts Best Friends and Loners, For Sale Friend… , Midlife Friendship Questions, and Friendship, all link to the responses to that first set of questions.

Recently Josie has also written about it in a post on her blog Picking up Pieces.

Somehow we seem to have found a community here and I have wondered whether there are an inordinate number of Cancerians amongst you, or indeed if there is any coincidental number of any particular star sign amongst the readers. So I ask – what is your star sign?


Star Sign – Yin and Yang


I am a Cancerian and some would say I have typical cancerian properties – crabby just like the sign says, quick to retreat into my shell, have trouble sharing innermost secrets, shy etc. Some sources claim, however, that it is the least clear cut of all the signs of the zodiac. It is said that we can be untidy, sulky and devious, as well as loyal and easily flattered. In researching what a Cancerian is truly like I have found that the best description is perhaps that we are full of contradictions, and maybe that explains the similarity of the cancer sign [above right] to that of the Chinese symbol of Yin and Yang [above middle].

That symbol represents the balance in the universe between the masculine and feminine, the passive and aggressive, the warm and the cold. The theory states that all phenomena consist of two opposite affects, and the contradictions evident in the cancerian character are perhaps a true refelction of this.

Do I beleive in Astrology? I would have said no once, and I still find it a little hard to grasp that the position of stars in the sky at the exact time of my birth had an impact upon my character. It’s also a bit of a stretch in reading a daily horoscope in a newspaper that it could apply to one twelfth of the world’s population. But there is always something in the way these things are written that can be applied to some particular aspect of our life at the time. Perhaps, where we read them and actually see some message we are simply enabling ourselves to view an event, or a state of mind in a way we may not have had we not read the prognostication.

Those who are regular readers will know that I have considered myself to be a loner for most of my life, that I have certainly hidden many things from people, including from myself, that I am sometimes contradictory and maybe not as open as I would like to be. And it seems in reading other peoples blogs that there does appear to be an attraction of like minded people occurring – those with angst, or a degree of confusion, those who are looking for direction or who are seekers of self knowledge seem to visit here as I visit them.

I wrote about that concept of friendship in the blogosphere a few weeks ago and the theme was taken up by a number of you. Follow-up posts Best Friends and Loners, For Sale Friend… , Midlife Friendship Questions, and Friendship, all link to the responses to that first set of questions.

Recently Josie has also written about it in a post on her blog Picking up Pieces.

Somehow we seem to have found a community here and I have wondered whether there are an inordinate number of Cancerians amongst you, or indeed if there is any coincidental number of any particular star sign amongst the readers. So I ask – what is your star sign?