Sunday, April 28

More Sunday Morning Musings

So here we are again. Sunday morning with not much happening other than large amounts of procrastination. And even that might be delayed in preference to something else. 

Last week I was on the front porch, this week I’m sitting out the back. Turns out the sun shines just a bit to brightly out the front. And while it may be relatively cool right now direct sun contact is a little harsh for extended periods of time.

It’s been a relatively uneventful week I suppose. Thursday was Anzac Day. Mr Awesome and I got up before the crack of dawn to drink out coffee outside, listening to the radio dawn service staring at the beautifully decorated front lawn across the road. Of which I have no photos of because just between you and me the owners are somewhat intimidating and I wanted to avoid any chance of interaction with them. It was such a wonderful display that trying to take sneaky photos of it would not have done it justice.

The starting block of #3’s birthday cake
last month 

Work is going ok still. While I know there is so much I still don’t know, obviously I don’t know what that is though. Thankfully there is quite a bit of support, it is some training that I would really like but I guess it is just a case of on the job learning. 

I finally got the balls to put my leave form in for our family holiday to Darwin next month. I was very upfront about it in the interview however have been too scared to put my leave form in. Which saying it out loud like that sounds stupid because as a 46 year old person I should not be ‘scared’ to put in a form requesting time off for something that was known about before the decision to employ me was even made. 

Changing the subject though, mainly because I was just rudely interrupted by the sudden arrival of child number three (formally known as Teapot). They had unexpectedly shown up to drop a bag off on their way to the shops with their friend.

So moving right along, or not because my train of thought is all over the place. Thankfully my fingers are able to nearly keep up. The wonders of modern technology and being able to use it I guess.

The other night, about eight, I decided to pick up a book the child number one (formally Lovely) had sent me for my birthday last month. Naturally it was never my intention to read the whole thing, after all I had work the following morning with a five am wake up. I was even in bed, so my intentions were clear, I thought I was doing the right thing by being off my phone and devices.

Suddenly though it was a little after eleven. With a little over a hundred pages to go I figured I was as well get to the end now. It was just before one when I read the last word and turned off the light.

That day was longer than most. My eyeballs felt like they were on fire. Surprisingly though I felt incredibly good. I had the idea of a creating a meme that went along the lines of ‘you’ll never regret staying up all night with a book’ I never got the chance to write it down exactly at the time. I can even remember thinking it will be ok, it is such a good line you’ll never forget it. Yet here we are.

Saturday, April 20

Mid morning mid autumn morning musing

I was sure I had written this year, not much mind you but at least I thought there was something. I couldn’t really believe that my last words to come out were on Dad’s Dead Day some six months ago. And then I remembered. At the start of the year this journal app just appeared on my phone (and by that I mean it was part of whatever the latest update from Apple was) and started prompting me to write about moments of my day.

No relevance to anything being written about
Just a cool photo of the ocean
taken in Dunsbrough
On my birthday 

Initially I responded instantly. I would stop whatever I was doing and write about whatever it was prompting me to recall. All in all it was pretty cool. Creepy but cool. Sure it was pinging my location and reminding me of phone calls I had had with people but I thought it was great to actually be writing and recording my life again. Diary keeping has always been an on again off again love affair of mine. My lack of regularity and consistency means it is as sporadic as everything else in my life.

Anyway I’m here now and at the end of the day that is all that really matters.

It is mid morning on a mid autumn morning. I am sitting on a couch on my front porch quietly watching the world pass by as I bask in the gently sun’s rays on my lily white, relatively dry and hairy legs. I only noticed this morning how they had mild snake like appearance. But then this morning is the first time in I don’t know how long that I have had the chance to actually sit and notice what is around me.

The new job is going well. I’m at the end of my first month in my own site now. It has been a whirlwind and a half. Of course this little space knows not what I’m talking about as the whole quitting my eight year career and starting a fresh was capture on the above mentioned journaling app on my phone. The one that I stopped responding to when I had a few tough days I didn’t want to relive and couldn’t be bothered. Besides my phone now seems to small and difficult to really express myself on.

The other week I had the brilliant idea of swapping my iPad for Zany’s laptop. She agreed it could be a good deal. I felt that if I had a laptop then I would have no choice but to write and design stuff again. The iPad with the keyboard is not the worst thing to use, but it is no laptop either. Only over the nest few days I realised how that meant I would have to give up playing my game. And I really do love it. Farming, city building and mindless matching 3 colours all combined into one. What more could one as for?!?

Speaking of which I must just about have some lives regrown…