Though you might hear laughin', spinnin' swingin' madly across the sun. It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run. And but for the sky there are no fences facin'. And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme. To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind. I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're Seein' that he's chasing. Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me. In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Jeeeezzzuzzz... it has been over 6 months since I have left the UK... oh how the time flies and nothing much changes. Still madly trying to decide what I want to do with my life. If I had a dollar for every brilliant idea that I came up with i'd be a millionaire. Unfortunately there seems to be so many that I just think myself into feeling overwhelmed with possibility.
Nursing home diaries... go to work the other day to find all the residents sitting around the table eating birthday cake. In hindsight the look on their faces wasn't awe of the beautiful birthday party but awe(kwardness). Everyone was trying to act seemingly delighted to be part of the celebrations of the resident who was fast asleep in his cloud chair; complete with a birthday cake hat skewed on top of his head. Meanwhile the 'activities co-ordinator' was calling out to him..... Gordon... it's your birthday.... wake up.... i need to take a photo.... It turns out he had been asleep the whole time... a birthday to remember....
Had my first netball match of the year... we lost by 2 goals unfortunately which was made all the worse by me having blisters on my feet about 2.5cm in diameter. Fortunately I medicated them well with Coopers Pale Ale despite telling everyone that I am now a non-binge drinker.. I guess these things take time to sink in. In true irresponsible young adult fashion my mother kindly picked me up... isn't it funny how things tend to regress at times. Cath this one is for you... leading up to the netball season we had some trial matches organised. A couple of Saturdays ago I had decided to be relatively sensible leading up to the trial match therefore only had 3 beers on the Friday night and went to see a movie (although I did have a curry which probably wasn't the best idea); Sat am warmed up with a hit of tennis; shaved my legs; strapped my ankles; so on and so forth. Arrived at netball fully kitted out in bodysuit only to be greeted by bewildered looks. "Ummm... why are you dressed in your bodysuit.....????" ..... "Don't we have a trial match...?" "No... it's just training...." ...
A lesson to be learned... always fill your car up with petrol when the gauge is flashing. Just got to work... after running out of petrol 20km out of Victor Harbor. When I noticed this about 3 km from home I probably should have turned around... Fortunately after leaving a message at work.. running to various rural farms to locate petrol, jumping fences in my work attire and new $350 boots I learned that I did not in fact have an 830am patient and had plenty of time to meander to work... agghhhh nothing like a good start to the day....
Tuesday, 22 April 2008
Sunday, 30 March 2008
South Australia Social Scene
Here tonight, we have, ah, apple and orange. We all different, but in the end, we all fruit.
As far as weekends go mine was.... well.... pretty much the same as most other weekends. Friday night I had Spanish yet again. I do believe that if I wasn't paying Patty she would tell me that I am a lost cause.... in more ways than one. It just so happens that over the past few months I have had a spell of misplacing/losing personal belongings including my phone, cardigan, voucher and on more than one occassion my spanish folder. The last and final time that I did this was at the Persian Garden during the festival where I left it amongst the persian cushions and rugs in a little Persian booth. The next day Norm kindly went to find it for me where in fact he did locate ONE page containing the spanish verb conjugations of "hablar"........ folded into a paper plane.... well... I hope they had a good time with the other 100 or so pieces of paper and irreplaceable notes that I had worked so hard to establish.
On Saturday I spent 6 valuable hours of my life clipping "R" clips on a fence that Dad is putting up. I would like to be able to say that I am better person for it but I would be lying. In fact a part of my soul may well have been lost with the pure tediousness of the task but for my time I convinced the Gazman to continue with the construction of Lake Yankaponga. All is going well. Dad did strain a muscle around his chest which we concluded was a heart muscle due to him suffering from weaklingopathy. Saturday night we attended the 'Celebrity Chef Dinner' at Normanville where we sat amongst a very diverse mix of the South Australian community........
Maria came alone and was sitting to my left. I decided to strike up conversation and see what brought her to Normanville. Suprisingly it was Manu Fidel... celebrity (French) chef....!!! As it turns out Maria works at Adelaide Arcade for the Big Issue which assists less fortunate people by employing them to sell their magazine. She had saved up and bought the (expensive) tickets, caught the bus down and paid for two nights accommodation. She was extremely excited about meeting Manu and getting his autograph for her 12 year old son. After a few glasses of wine she explained that she not only wanted to taste Manu's food but also to 'pick his brain about the meaning of life'.... now I have never seen his show but I feel that I must. I have visions of him saying things like....'and with each rasher of bacon that you fry delicately and to perfection you will realise that life is not like a box of chocolates but a big fry up with extra beans.' By all accounts she had a ball. So much so that at 230am Tina had to ask her and a few others to finish up for the evening. Mother dearest was sitting next to Rod and Marg who were celebrating their 1st wedding anniversary. Rod is 56 and a garbage collector at Mitcham and Marg is 58 and works in a factory. Rod and Marg are still very much in the touchy feely stage of their relationship. On the dance floor I was quite stunned when I turned around right at the moment when Rod had his mouth wide open, tongue engaged for action, going in for the pash of all pashes. I think Rod and Marg also had an enjoyable night..... although judging by the way they were feeling each other up, a more private setting e.g. a bedroom may have been more appropriate. Also on the table was a Danish man and his family who made the most of the unlimited wine available. It was discovered during our conversation that on his travels to Australia he spent time with a friend who stole a boat from Denmark and sailed across the sea escaping from the police. At one point I remember looking over and seeing his wife Maria who (suprisingly enough) has Italian parents... as does (suprisingly enough) the other Maria... deep in conversation. As with any good Italian conversation it was rather emotional and revolved around relationships, her son and family affairs. Maria (Big Issue Maria) ended up in tears but not for long as she found refuge in her large beaker of .... I think it was muscat by that stage as everything else had been drunk... As you can imagine a great evening was had by all.... and that was just our table.... I am assuming that most other people had a good time as by this point they had tied MASSIVE GOLD BOWS around their heads and waists out of the table settings. Just a few highlights of a rather bizarre evening was Mum injuring her knee dancing; Dad doing a 'lift' with Mum as a finale to a dance... Dad and Michael asking for bread to mop up their dregs at a celebrity chef dinner, Mum offering Graham some bread.... mopping up Dads dregs.... giving it to Graham who then ate it.... (It worries me that he is a garbage collector).
I would also like to warn members of the public that if they use black adhesive to stick plastic onto a pond please either use gloves or ensure that you don't have functions to attend or a job in which people see your hands. After scrubbing our hands for about 40 minutes in turps Dad and I had to dicreetly leave our hands under the table at the (formal) celebrity chef dinner.... I am also very grateful that most of the time people are facing down when I am working on their backs/necks.... but as one client said to me today.... if you paint your entire fingernails black you could just go with the 'goth' look... genius!!!
Another funny story... today when I was treating a girl we were talking about the hospital at Victor Harbor and I mentioned that I was working there on Tuesday to which she replied... Oh.. are you a nurse............................................... to which I replied.................................. no....................guess again............................. (thankfully she got it right!!!)
Alright.. enough bullshit...
As far as weekends go mine was.... well.... pretty much the same as most other weekends. Friday night I had Spanish yet again. I do believe that if I wasn't paying Patty she would tell me that I am a lost cause.... in more ways than one. It just so happens that over the past few months I have had a spell of misplacing/losing personal belongings including my phone, cardigan, voucher and on more than one occassion my spanish folder. The last and final time that I did this was at the Persian Garden during the festival where I left it amongst the persian cushions and rugs in a little Persian booth. The next day Norm kindly went to find it for me where in fact he did locate ONE page containing the spanish verb conjugations of "hablar"........ folded into a paper plane.... well... I hope they had a good time with the other 100 or so pieces of paper and irreplaceable notes that I had worked so hard to establish.
On Saturday I spent 6 valuable hours of my life clipping "R" clips on a fence that Dad is putting up. I would like to be able to say that I am better person for it but I would be lying. In fact a part of my soul may well have been lost with the pure tediousness of the task but for my time I convinced the Gazman to continue with the construction of Lake Yankaponga. All is going well. Dad did strain a muscle around his chest which we concluded was a heart muscle due to him suffering from weaklingopathy. Saturday night we attended the 'Celebrity Chef Dinner' at Normanville where we sat amongst a very diverse mix of the South Australian community........
Maria came alone and was sitting to my left. I decided to strike up conversation and see what brought her to Normanville. Suprisingly it was Manu Fidel... celebrity (French) chef....!!! As it turns out Maria works at Adelaide Arcade for the Big Issue which assists less fortunate people by employing them to sell their magazine. She had saved up and bought the (expensive) tickets, caught the bus down and paid for two nights accommodation. She was extremely excited about meeting Manu and getting his autograph for her 12 year old son. After a few glasses of wine she explained that she not only wanted to taste Manu's food but also to 'pick his brain about the meaning of life'.... now I have never seen his show but I feel that I must. I have visions of him saying things like....'and with each rasher of bacon that you fry delicately and to perfection you will realise that life is not like a box of chocolates but a big fry up with extra beans.' By all accounts she had a ball. So much so that at 230am Tina had to ask her and a few others to finish up for the evening. Mother dearest was sitting next to Rod and Marg who were celebrating their 1st wedding anniversary. Rod is 56 and a garbage collector at Mitcham and Marg is 58 and works in a factory. Rod and Marg are still very much in the touchy feely stage of their relationship. On the dance floor I was quite stunned when I turned around right at the moment when Rod had his mouth wide open, tongue engaged for action, going in for the pash of all pashes. I think Rod and Marg also had an enjoyable night..... although judging by the way they were feeling each other up, a more private setting e.g. a bedroom may have been more appropriate. Also on the table was a Danish man and his family who made the most of the unlimited wine available. It was discovered during our conversation that on his travels to Australia he spent time with a friend who stole a boat from Denmark and sailed across the sea escaping from the police. At one point I remember looking over and seeing his wife Maria who (suprisingly enough) has Italian parents... as does (suprisingly enough) the other Maria... deep in conversation. As with any good Italian conversation it was rather emotional and revolved around relationships, her son and family affairs. Maria (Big Issue Maria) ended up in tears but not for long as she found refuge in her large beaker of .... I think it was muscat by that stage as everything else had been drunk... As you can imagine a great evening was had by all.... and that was just our table.... I am assuming that most other people had a good time as by this point they had tied MASSIVE GOLD BOWS around their heads and waists out of the table settings. Just a few highlights of a rather bizarre evening was Mum injuring her knee dancing; Dad doing a 'lift' with Mum as a finale to a dance... Dad and Michael asking for bread to mop up their dregs at a celebrity chef dinner, Mum offering Graham some bread.... mopping up Dads dregs.... giving it to Graham who then ate it.... (It worries me that he is a garbage collector).
I would also like to warn members of the public that if they use black adhesive to stick plastic onto a pond please either use gloves or ensure that you don't have functions to attend or a job in which people see your hands. After scrubbing our hands for about 40 minutes in turps Dad and I had to dicreetly leave our hands under the table at the (formal) celebrity chef dinner.... I am also very grateful that most of the time people are facing down when I am working on their backs/necks.... but as one client said to me today.... if you paint your entire fingernails black you could just go with the 'goth' look... genius!!!
Another funny story... today when I was treating a girl we were talking about the hospital at Victor Harbor and I mentioned that I was working there on Tuesday to which she replied... Oh.. are you a nurse............................................... to which I replied.................................. no....................guess again............................. (thankfully she got it right!!!)
Alright.. enough bullshit...
Wednesday, 13 February 2008
Moley moley moley
To call you stupid would be an insult to stupid people. I've known sheep who could outwit you. I've worn dresses with higher IQs, but you think you're an intellectual, don't you, ape?
Apes don't read philosophy.
Yes they do, Otto, they just don't understand it.
It would be lovely to have a week off work except for the fact that I can't leave the house. To be truthful I could leave the house but I would have to wear a paper bag over my head or be ridiculed about having steristrips plastered all over my face. I guess there is always short term loss for long term gain (as a model that is...!!!) The thing that I keep going back to is now I will be able to watch the 'moley moley' scene on Austin Powers without cringing. Although... I am now concerned that I will have similar troubles with the movie 'Scarface'.... Now a scar always needs a good story. I am debating whether or not to have 5 different stories for each scar or one for the whole lot i.e. as I was pressing down the coffee plunger it shattered and shards of glass impaled my face.....???
Since my last blog i have in fact had another 'bike incident'. I was going for a ride on my recently borrowed roadbike early on a Saturday morning when I decided to turn around and head back home. I must have turned too sharp as I started to fall to the ground. It is amazing how fast thought processes work. Mine went like this... shit I think i'm falling, gotta get my feet out of the clips, crap.. they're stuck, well.. if i'm gonna fall i'm gonna fall.... eugh. At this point I am laying on my side, feet still clipped into the pedals with an extremely sore elbow and ankle.
Still living with the folks, doing the usual stuff. Work is going well. Still struggling at Spanish. Trip to Canada coming along nicely. New veggies planted. Compost bin erected no thanks to my father. Alicia crossfire back in town bless her lovely heart. Laneway festival next weekend. Hopefully scars healed.
Last weekend I decided to have a rather sophisticated Friday night consisting of Spanish, followed by wine and nibbles with Normster. Well... 4 bottles of wine later and a message from Sav and we were at the Lotus lounge. Fortunately, my memory extends beyond this point unlike Norm. Highlights were being tapped on the shoulder by Norm from behind the bar only to then watch him be escorted out of the door.... More alternative dancing but made all the better with Sav going one to one with me on the dance floor... wokawow... night ends with crazy face masks and dancing on a table. Sophistication was definitley not the end result. Not to be deterred I will continue trying.
What I love about this blog is that nobody reads it... shazzzzaaammmmmmmmm :-)
Apes don't read philosophy.
Yes they do, Otto, they just don't understand it.
It would be lovely to have a week off work except for the fact that I can't leave the house. To be truthful I could leave the house but I would have to wear a paper bag over my head or be ridiculed about having steristrips plastered all over my face. I guess there is always short term loss for long term gain (as a model that is...!!!) The thing that I keep going back to is now I will be able to watch the 'moley moley' scene on Austin Powers without cringing. Although... I am now concerned that I will have similar troubles with the movie 'Scarface'.... Now a scar always needs a good story. I am debating whether or not to have 5 different stories for each scar or one for the whole lot i.e. as I was pressing down the coffee plunger it shattered and shards of glass impaled my face.....???
Since my last blog i have in fact had another 'bike incident'. I was going for a ride on my recently borrowed roadbike early on a Saturday morning when I decided to turn around and head back home. I must have turned too sharp as I started to fall to the ground. It is amazing how fast thought processes work. Mine went like this... shit I think i'm falling, gotta get my feet out of the clips, crap.. they're stuck, well.. if i'm gonna fall i'm gonna fall.... eugh. At this point I am laying on my side, feet still clipped into the pedals with an extremely sore elbow and ankle.
Still living with the folks, doing the usual stuff. Work is going well. Still struggling at Spanish. Trip to Canada coming along nicely. New veggies planted. Compost bin erected no thanks to my father. Alicia crossfire back in town bless her lovely heart. Laneway festival next weekend. Hopefully scars healed.
Last weekend I decided to have a rather sophisticated Friday night consisting of Spanish, followed by wine and nibbles with Normster. Well... 4 bottles of wine later and a message from Sav and we were at the Lotus lounge. Fortunately, my memory extends beyond this point unlike Norm. Highlights were being tapped on the shoulder by Norm from behind the bar only to then watch him be escorted out of the door.... More alternative dancing but made all the better with Sav going one to one with me on the dance floor... wokawow... night ends with crazy face masks and dancing on a table. Sophistication was definitley not the end result. Not to be deterred I will continue trying.
What I love about this blog is that nobody reads it... shazzzzaaammmmmmmmm :-)
Sunday, 20 January 2008
2008: year of the potato.
Coughlin's law: never tell tales about a woman. No matter how far away she is, she'll always hear you.
So... not much happening really but felt that I should really blog considering I haven't done it for about a month. I have managed to get a hold of a new bike after mine was stolen whilst I was overseas. I have gone from being the proud owner of a relatively nice road bike to an ever so slightly bitter owner of a rusted old repco complete with rusted old bell. I shouldn't complain as it was given to me for free but one has to consider that there is a reason for it being gratis. I took it into town the other day and was feeling quite cool in a "retro" kind of way until I got the wheels stuck in the tramline on the corner of King William St and Greenhill Rd. Fortunately I managed to stay upright but not without a few panicked squeals and amused looks from people waiting at the traffic lights.
I have been wondering... are carsalesmen naturally untrustworthy, smarmy, cons or does a caryard bring out the worst in people. I should have known better... never trust a grey haired man who dyes it a garish shade of orange. To cut a long story short... I have instead purchased a black Toyota Yaris after basically going on a rally car test drive around Mt Barker. Picture me wide eyed, panicked, fearing for my life.... "YES! It does take the corners well doesn't it....." (our father who art in heaven .....) "AHA... it is quite amazing that you can go from 0-100 km/hr in a matter of seconds...." (hallowed be thy name)
At present I am housesitting for a colleague of mine at Victor Harbor. I am temporarily responsible for 2 horses, a cat and a home with amazing views overlooking the ocean. Since my arrival I have been sensed some hostility from the cat. Mind you she is 14, quite physically impaired and most probably very stuck in her ways. She was quite distressed by my singing and dancing... so much so that she started hissing at me and then went and hid under the bed. I am now working at building bridges as I would hate for her to lose the will to live. Phil, Anke and Ben would never forgive me.
So.. lifes going A-OK. Keeping busy. I am really looking forward to the up and coming Fringe Festival, Womadelaide, Laneway festival etc. More things to spend my money on. I have taken to filling in an excel spreadsheet recording my expenditure. Basically I have come to the conclusion that either alcohol is exorbitantly priced or I drink exorbitant amounts...
I have been trying to think of something profound that has happened to me or a lesson learned over the past month. The only thing I can think of is... when you take a resident for a walk outside the nursing home grounds make sure the doors are unlocked or there is a way to get back into the residential facility.
So... not much happening really but felt that I should really blog considering I haven't done it for about a month. I have managed to get a hold of a new bike after mine was stolen whilst I was overseas. I have gone from being the proud owner of a relatively nice road bike to an ever so slightly bitter owner of a rusted old repco complete with rusted old bell. I shouldn't complain as it was given to me for free but one has to consider that there is a reason for it being gratis. I took it into town the other day and was feeling quite cool in a "retro" kind of way until I got the wheels stuck in the tramline on the corner of King William St and Greenhill Rd. Fortunately I managed to stay upright but not without a few panicked squeals and amused looks from people waiting at the traffic lights.
I have been wondering... are carsalesmen naturally untrustworthy, smarmy, cons or does a caryard bring out the worst in people. I should have known better... never trust a grey haired man who dyes it a garish shade of orange. To cut a long story short... I have instead purchased a black Toyota Yaris after basically going on a rally car test drive around Mt Barker. Picture me wide eyed, panicked, fearing for my life.... "YES! It does take the corners well doesn't it....." (our father who art in heaven .....) "AHA... it is quite amazing that you can go from 0-100 km/hr in a matter of seconds...." (hallowed be thy name)
At present I am housesitting for a colleague of mine at Victor Harbor. I am temporarily responsible for 2 horses, a cat and a home with amazing views overlooking the ocean. Since my arrival I have been sensed some hostility from the cat. Mind you she is 14, quite physically impaired and most probably very stuck in her ways. She was quite distressed by my singing and dancing... so much so that she started hissing at me and then went and hid under the bed. I am now working at building bridges as I would hate for her to lose the will to live. Phil, Anke and Ben would never forgive me.
So.. lifes going A-OK. Keeping busy. I am really looking forward to the up and coming Fringe Festival, Womadelaide, Laneway festival etc. More things to spend my money on. I have taken to filling in an excel spreadsheet recording my expenditure. Basically I have come to the conclusion that either alcohol is exorbitantly priced or I drink exorbitant amounts...
I have been trying to think of something profound that has happened to me or a lesson learned over the past month. The only thing I can think of is... when you take a resident for a walk outside the nursing home grounds make sure the doors are unlocked or there is a way to get back into the residential facility.
Monday, 10 December 2007
Reasons against being designated driver
I do believe Marsellus Wallace, my husband, your boss, told you to take ME out and do WHATEVER I WANTED. Now I wanna dance, I wanna win. I want that trophy, so dance good.
On my reccommendation do not volunteer to be designated driver at a family wedding. What may seem a dignified event is sure to turn into mayhem. Whips and all.
Arrival time: 1300... met with drinks, overlooking the beautiful beach at Port Elliot. Lovely ceremony to join Jon and Dayle in marriage. 1315: downward spiral. But as Tristan said (slurred) at about 1700... 'at least we are on some sort of spiral'. 1500: whip cracking on road 1600: whip cracking in Elliot Hotel beer garden generously pruning the bushes and trees. 1700: Mum, Krystal and Rhianna dancing to lebanese music in her jeep 1800: more whip cracking, Dad receives nasty whip mark on chest thanks to Tristan 1800: Tristan serenades the crowds 1900: Move inside away from the masses 2000: I put my foot down and ask Tristan not to remove tinsel from dart board. State that it is time to leave. 2130: Finally move about 10m out to door to car park only to start up with the bloody whip cracking again.... Finally arrive home to have a well earned glass of wine except everyone is either not feeling to well or off to bed.... Peace at last...!
Not much else happening... Veggie patch coming on nicely. I invited mum and dad to share my beans and zucchini the other night only to be told that... we really need some red meat darling... hence the 1m x 1m lamb chop they proceeded to eat...! Some people just dont see the nutritional value in eating minute, rather dismal looking ORGANIC vegetables. My new philosophy is the smaller and more pathetic looking the better!! Surely the taste is just more concentrated?!?!
On my reccommendation do not volunteer to be designated driver at a family wedding. What may seem a dignified event is sure to turn into mayhem. Whips and all.
Arrival time: 1300... met with drinks, overlooking the beautiful beach at Port Elliot. Lovely ceremony to join Jon and Dayle in marriage. 1315: downward spiral. But as Tristan said (slurred) at about 1700... 'at least we are on some sort of spiral'. 1500: whip cracking on road 1600: whip cracking in Elliot Hotel beer garden generously pruning the bushes and trees. 1700: Mum, Krystal and Rhianna dancing to lebanese music in her jeep 1800: more whip cracking, Dad receives nasty whip mark on chest thanks to Tristan 1800: Tristan serenades the crowds 1900: Move inside away from the masses 2000: I put my foot down and ask Tristan not to remove tinsel from dart board. State that it is time to leave. 2130: Finally move about 10m out to door to car park only to start up with the bloody whip cracking again.... Finally arrive home to have a well earned glass of wine except everyone is either not feeling to well or off to bed.... Peace at last...!
Not much else happening... Veggie patch coming on nicely. I invited mum and dad to share my beans and zucchini the other night only to be told that... we really need some red meat darling... hence the 1m x 1m lamb chop they proceeded to eat...! Some people just dont see the nutritional value in eating minute, rather dismal looking ORGANIC vegetables. My new philosophy is the smaller and more pathetic looking the better!! Surely the taste is just more concentrated?!?!
Tuesday, 20 November 2007
Dementialympics
Tea can do many things, Jane, but it can't bring back the dead.
Went to do a mobility assessment on a nursing home patient who happens to also suffer from dementia. When I asked her if I could take her for a walk she looked quite offended and said that she didn't really want to. After much coaxing we set off on our stroll and after about 5 metres she turned to me and said 'I can actually run'. Now.. before I had a chance to really comprehend this or do anything about it she was off... striding out down the corridor. Fortunately this lady is actually relatively young and fit or not so fortunate as I had to catch her up!! She had fantastic running technique.. symmetry, arms pumping, high knees... Needless to say she passed her mobility assessment with flying colours.. she probably would have passed an elite level running assessment..
Capoeira is still proving difficult. Especially the flexibility component. The other night I just about put my hip out doing a kartwheel. The loud popping sound worried both me and one of the instructors. I am still suffering and haven't been able to make it tonight!! I think I should stick to ball sports.
Visited good old Booleroo on the weekend. Dry and dusty as ever. Had a great time catching up with my oldest friends although got slightly out of hand. Although.. admittedly I didn't end up dancing on the bar unlike those who shall not be named. There are a few things that become more apparent to me with time. One of those is there are some things you never learn. Hence why.. despite my raging headache driving back to Adelaide I will no doubt enjoy a glass or a few to many glasses of wine at some point in the future. The other is that with time I just realise more and more that I have a whole lot more to learn.
Went to do a mobility assessment on a nursing home patient who happens to also suffer from dementia. When I asked her if I could take her for a walk she looked quite offended and said that she didn't really want to. After much coaxing we set off on our stroll and after about 5 metres she turned to me and said 'I can actually run'. Now.. before I had a chance to really comprehend this or do anything about it she was off... striding out down the corridor. Fortunately this lady is actually relatively young and fit or not so fortunate as I had to catch her up!! She had fantastic running technique.. symmetry, arms pumping, high knees... Needless to say she passed her mobility assessment with flying colours.. she probably would have passed an elite level running assessment..
Capoeira is still proving difficult. Especially the flexibility component. The other night I just about put my hip out doing a kartwheel. The loud popping sound worried both me and one of the instructors. I am still suffering and haven't been able to make it tonight!! I think I should stick to ball sports.
Visited good old Booleroo on the weekend. Dry and dusty as ever. Had a great time catching up with my oldest friends although got slightly out of hand. Although.. admittedly I didn't end up dancing on the bar unlike those who shall not be named. There are a few things that become more apparent to me with time. One of those is there are some things you never learn. Hence why.. despite my raging headache driving back to Adelaide I will no doubt enjoy a glass or a few to many glasses of wine at some point in the future. The other is that with time I just realise more and more that I have a whole lot more to learn.
Monday, 12 November 2007
So..it's been a while..
I mean, can you really trust another human being, Greg?
Yeah, I think so.
No. The answer is you can not.
Back in Oz living the dream... Dreaming I must have been when I thought that I could live with my parents 1 hour away from Adelaide amongst nature and trees and... more nature and trees.
To find meaning in my life I have decided to take Spanish and Capoeira lessons. Bit of a South American theme going on. Capoeira is... interesting... it seems to require a combination of strength, flexibility, coordination and a whole lot of other things that I seemingly don't have. In fact.. to make it even more difficult one is supposed to be able to sing and clap at the same time which I struggle with let alone dodge kicks and reactly swiftly in a chanting hodder. Spanish is coming along in a similar fashion. Although it is difficult to concentrate when there is a group of women practicing samba in their carnivale outfits. Even so, this probably doesn't excuse the following event..
Patty was asking me a series of questions i.e. Do you have family? To which I responded..
"Ci, yo tengo dos enanos".. Now being the intuitive person that I am I noticed that Patty looked completely bewildered and confused. When I asked if what I had said was wrong she asked if I did actually have 2 midgets in my family... No... I don't... but enanos and ermanos do sound similar...
Otherwise my evenings are occupied by my slug and pest control ritual, which involves stealth via torchlight. It astounds me that slugs can actually scale plastic bottles!! I am hoping my Dad doesn't notice that his pale ale supply is rapidly decreasing but if he does I am sure he will be pleased to know that it is proving to be a great slug trap called 'death by beer paddling pool'. Actually.. Dads support of my organic veggie patch has been far from acceptable.. his most recent comment being that if we all tried to farm organically we would all starve. I don't think I would starve. I just think I would have to eat a hell of a lot of tomatos and lettuce over the summer.
What else.. Started some physio work at a couple of practices. Went fishing the other day. Caught a puffer fish and some other minging sea creature. Forgot that when you catch something that you actually have to get it off the hook. Damn those puffer fish.
Other than that just getting back into things. Changing my life plans daily.
Yeah, I think so.
No. The answer is you can not.
Back in Oz living the dream... Dreaming I must have been when I thought that I could live with my parents 1 hour away from Adelaide amongst nature and trees and... more nature and trees.
To find meaning in my life I have decided to take Spanish and Capoeira lessons. Bit of a South American theme going on. Capoeira is... interesting... it seems to require a combination of strength, flexibility, coordination and a whole lot of other things that I seemingly don't have. In fact.. to make it even more difficult one is supposed to be able to sing and clap at the same time which I struggle with let alone dodge kicks and reactly swiftly in a chanting hodder. Spanish is coming along in a similar fashion. Although it is difficult to concentrate when there is a group of women practicing samba in their carnivale outfits. Even so, this probably doesn't excuse the following event..
Patty was asking me a series of questions i.e. Do you have family? To which I responded..
"Ci, yo tengo dos enanos".. Now being the intuitive person that I am I noticed that Patty looked completely bewildered and confused. When I asked if what I had said was wrong she asked if I did actually have 2 midgets in my family... No... I don't... but enanos and ermanos do sound similar...
Otherwise my evenings are occupied by my slug and pest control ritual, which involves stealth via torchlight. It astounds me that slugs can actually scale plastic bottles!! I am hoping my Dad doesn't notice that his pale ale supply is rapidly decreasing but if he does I am sure he will be pleased to know that it is proving to be a great slug trap called 'death by beer paddling pool'. Actually.. Dads support of my organic veggie patch has been far from acceptable.. his most recent comment being that if we all tried to farm organically we would all starve. I don't think I would starve. I just think I would have to eat a hell of a lot of tomatos and lettuce over the summer.
What else.. Started some physio work at a couple of practices. Went fishing the other day. Caught a puffer fish and some other minging sea creature. Forgot that when you catch something that you actually have to get it off the hook. Damn those puffer fish.
Other than that just getting back into things. Changing my life plans daily.
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