The ghost in the mirror.

On the 25th June 2012, on a freezing winter's night, in an unheated cottage far from just about everywhere, a ghost appeared in the mirror. The forlorn apparition seemed tired and lost yet not as scary as you'd expect a ghost to be. No one else was present, just myself and the ghost in the mirror. But, if you find the story hard to believe, this photograph is proof.

A busy day out.

We're told that, while routine and structure aid recovery, boundaries have to be pushed from time to time. Ben had a busy day out with mum: lunch at Springvale, then to Mornington to see this year's Archibald Prize paintings, then a massive seafood platter at a pub, and finally "a gig" (solo, guitar and voice) performed by Kyle, the son of one of mum's friends. Kyle's performing in Launceston in August and Ben's considering going along too which, compared to pushing boundaries, would be more like jumping a fence. While they were out, Jazz and I had a quiet night in.

Supplements and creams.

While a qualified doctor prescribes the meds, Ben carefully researches and manages the over-the-counter supplements and creams; which are better described as off-the-shelf or even sourced-overseas-and-delivered-by-postal-courier. There's now a collection of pills, lotions and powders accumulating on the kitchen shelf. The doc is aware of most of them but doesn't believe in their efficacy. Ben does and is aiming to be 200% better than before.

May in June, Summer in winter.

While I was away overnight at the farm: Tess stayed over to keep Ben company, mum came home and on Sunday, Ben's little nieces, May and Summer, called in with their mum. It was a busy full-house in the kitchen on Sunday night; certainly a positive change from our well-established and fairly quiet routine.

A winter's day.

A winter's day,

Colours play,

Candle bright,

Morning light.