How can you hear those words and not immediately think of Simon and Garfunkel’s El Condor Pasa. The song has been buzzing around my head from the moment I saw the prompt this morning.
I’d rather live life on the edge in everything I do whether it be writing or dancing, travelling. I’d like all fear to dissipate that might stop me from taking a risk or doing an everyday something in a different way. Otherwise I have to admit I’m doing what I would rather be doing.
I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
lol great take on the prompt .. I didn’t even think of the song but sung it readily as I read, thanks Irene! Really love that goat perched on the edge of the mountain, stunning …
Ah, I love this song! That was a fancy snail hanging out by your dinner dish. And the photo of Roger almost looks like his head was photoshopped onto the deck! But that last vista and your statement to live on the edge is breathtaking.
Roger looks like a carpenter who built the deck around himself. Glad the snail was good. I had escargot once. An Italian chef who moved to my tiny town as a kid. I babysat for him and his wife. Used to take their daughter riding on my horse, and he often invited me to meals I never had before or since (but they were always good).
Haha. I can’t remember what he was trying to fix but I know it became something we eventually rolled around the floor laughing at the position he got himself into.
I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist) 
I needed that. Thank you.
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I’m glad I gave you what you needed and you are welcome.
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lol great take on the prompt .. I didn’t even think of the song but sung it readily as I read, thanks Irene! Really love that goat perched on the edge of the mountain, stunning …
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Thanks Kate. Glad to get you singing along.
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any one within ear shot wouldn’t be … but you are buffeted by distance 🙂
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Haha
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Irene, now that song is an earworm humming in my head.
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Thank heavens I am not alone. Earworms are definitely better when shared.
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Great post! Pictures and response!
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Thanks.
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Ah, I love this song! That was a fancy snail hanging out by your dinner dish. And the photo of Roger almost looks like his head was photoshopped onto the deck! But that last vista and your statement to live on the edge is breathtaking.
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Thank you Charli. By the way, the snail was delicious and I love that photo of Roger. It looks like he’ll never get his head out again.
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Roger looks like a carpenter who built the deck around himself. Glad the snail was good. I had escargot once. An Italian chef who moved to my tiny town as a kid. I babysat for him and his wife. Used to take their daughter riding on my horse, and he often invited me to meals I never had before or since (but they were always good).
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Haha. I can’t remember what he was trying to fix but I know it became something we eventually rolled around the floor laughing at the position he got himself into.
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Good to share the laugh!
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