It's been years since we had a proper "Cape Winter" - days where you don't see the sun, where it's only a matter of grey turning darker that indicates sunset. Rain continually drifting down, only marginally heavier than falling mist. Everything green and damp and dripping. Birds huddled on the fence, dogs with wet feet and cold noses. Trees fading into layers of opacity, no horizon.
But it's one of those days. The cold seeps in the windows and up from the floors. Thoughts of bed and multiple duvets dominate. The aircon is on hot, but there's still a draft under the desk.
And I have this sudden urge for chocolate. I find myself printing recipes for chocolate mousse, chocolate cookies, hot chocolate souffles. A brief image of dark chocolate truffles melts its way across my mind, leaving me drooling.
Comfort food. Chocolate and soup and fresh crusty bread.
It's one of those days. Real Winter.
Life Upgrade
I happened to catch Oprah last week (it was too rainy to do my usual potter-around-the-garden-after-work thing), and she was discussing an interesing concept. Namely, that your house reflects what's going on inside you. Messy house? - then you're likely disorganized inside. Everything gotta be perfect? - check out your perfectionistic streak. Things hidden in closets? - perhaps you've got things hidden inside you that you'd rather not show. Cold, unwelcoming room? - maybe you just won't let yourself relax there, feel that you don't deserve comfort.
Immediately I could relate!
The past few years have been trudging in a rut for me. My house has become run-down with stuff piled in the corners and dust collecting behind the piano. My son's toys and goods overrun the lounge (because he sleeps in a part of it and has absolutely no storage space), my bedroom doubles as a homework area (because it's the only place big enough to take the desk & computer), the bathroom hosts the washing machine and I hardly dare scrub things for fear of it falling apart (the pipes are the old copper type, and appear to be perishing, while tiles threaten to drop off the wall....). Having two dogs means inevitable white dog-hair on the dark couches, and the carpets are so awful that I'm embarrassed to have folk around. As a result, people simply don't drop around anymore and I seem to have lost all my friends.
So, when I went home I tended to spend time outdoors where there was order and peace, not inside where the look of my house grated on me. I tried to get parts of it organized. Every now and then I'd sort out a room, or scrub something to gleaming perfection. But still the clutter lurked in corners and cupboards, and whatever doesn't fit in the house has taken over the garage.
Sound like a disaster zone? It felt like one!
But in the past month things have changed in me. Something's been switched on that necessitates a chain-reaction life upgrade. And it's starting to show in my house too.
Little by little, I'm losing the clutter, chucking out the stuff that hid the clean lines and space that actually exists. I'm letting go of books I have read and will not re-read, I've thrown out so many old clothes that my closet is literally bare, I've attacked the tiles in the bathroom and cleared out the kitchen drawers.
And it doesn't stop there. We've switched to 2-ply toilet paper from the cheap "newspaper" type (want to laugh at that? well, go ahead, but it's quite a difference! :) ). We're eating "lite" margarine in tubs on our bread, instead of buying the cheapest block and taking bits off it. We're investing in plastic containers for toys and throwing out the cardboard boxes that are falling apart and spilling them across the floor. Dishes no longer pile up. Dusting AND polishing is done regularly. Papers have been filed or recycled.
Last night I jokingly told my son that he wouldn't notice if someone had come in and trashed the place, because that's what he's used to seeing when he walks in the door! But all that is changing. Along with my rising confidence levels and the sense that I'm actually someone after all, my home is turning from squalor to decent living - becoming a place that I'm glad to go home to and where I can relax without worrying about that pile of stuff on top of the bookshelf.
My office is changing too. It's always been well-ordered and organized, but has become pared-down to essentials and highlighted with small "me-touches". I've donated the chilli plants to the boss who is always eyeing them, I've sorted the recycling to go to the school later today, and cleared the clutter in a few drawers.
And you know what? Doing this at home and at work is feeding back into who I'm becoming. It's like a cycle of improvement and upgrading - and it's working.
Immediately I could relate!
The past few years have been trudging in a rut for me. My house has become run-down with stuff piled in the corners and dust collecting behind the piano. My son's toys and goods overrun the lounge (because he sleeps in a part of it and has absolutely no storage space), my bedroom doubles as a homework area (because it's the only place big enough to take the desk & computer), the bathroom hosts the washing machine and I hardly dare scrub things for fear of it falling apart (the pipes are the old copper type, and appear to be perishing, while tiles threaten to drop off the wall....). Having two dogs means inevitable white dog-hair on the dark couches, and the carpets are so awful that I'm embarrassed to have folk around. As a result, people simply don't drop around anymore and I seem to have lost all my friends.
So, when I went home I tended to spend time outdoors where there was order and peace, not inside where the look of my house grated on me. I tried to get parts of it organized. Every now and then I'd sort out a room, or scrub something to gleaming perfection. But still the clutter lurked in corners and cupboards, and whatever doesn't fit in the house has taken over the garage.
Sound like a disaster zone? It felt like one!
But in the past month things have changed in me. Something's been switched on that necessitates a chain-reaction life upgrade. And it's starting to show in my house too.
Little by little, I'm losing the clutter, chucking out the stuff that hid the clean lines and space that actually exists. I'm letting go of books I have read and will not re-read, I've thrown out so many old clothes that my closet is literally bare, I've attacked the tiles in the bathroom and cleared out the kitchen drawers.
And it doesn't stop there. We've switched to 2-ply toilet paper from the cheap "newspaper" type (want to laugh at that? well, go ahead, but it's quite a difference! :) ). We're eating "lite" margarine in tubs on our bread, instead of buying the cheapest block and taking bits off it. We're investing in plastic containers for toys and throwing out the cardboard boxes that are falling apart and spilling them across the floor. Dishes no longer pile up. Dusting AND polishing is done regularly. Papers have been filed or recycled.
Last night I jokingly told my son that he wouldn't notice if someone had come in and trashed the place, because that's what he's used to seeing when he walks in the door! But all that is changing. Along with my rising confidence levels and the sense that I'm actually someone after all, my home is turning from squalor to decent living - becoming a place that I'm glad to go home to and where I can relax without worrying about that pile of stuff on top of the bookshelf.
My office is changing too. It's always been well-ordered and organized, but has become pared-down to essentials and highlighted with small "me-touches". I've donated the chilli plants to the boss who is always eyeing them, I've sorted the recycling to go to the school later today, and cleared the clutter in a few drawers.
And you know what? Doing this at home and at work is feeding back into who I'm becoming. It's like a cycle of improvement and upgrading - and it's working.
Shabbat Shalom
COMPLETELY in work-mode today - mainly this website upgrade that's been bothering me for months now. But I'm in the ZONE today! :) So no real blogging, other than my normal Friday end-off-the-week post.
Peace and blessings to you this weekend!
Peace and blessings to you this weekend!
Jobs and Big Moves
Well, that "perfect" job in Australia seems to be a no-go for this year. Just heard that it hasn't received budget approval, so is on hold indefinitely.
I was really hoping it would come through, and quickly! But I know there's a Big Plan I can't see, and am going to keep trusting that doors will open where they're needed, and close where I'm not supposed to go. It's about all I can do at the moment.
I have to admit I'm more than a bit disappointed with the latest news. But I'm not going to let myself feel so down that I revert to old ruts and never get a move-on in the right direction. I still aim to make some really big changes in the next month or so, and am not going to let things slide anymore.
It's just going to take longer than I might have hoped for it seems.
I was really hoping it would come through, and quickly! But I know there's a Big Plan I can't see, and am going to keep trusting that doors will open where they're needed, and close where I'm not supposed to go. It's about all I can do at the moment.
I have to admit I'm more than a bit disappointed with the latest news. But I'm not going to let myself feel so down that I revert to old ruts and never get a move-on in the right direction. I still aim to make some really big changes in the next month or so, and am not going to let things slide anymore.
It's just going to take longer than I might have hoped for it seems.
Learning curves and PS2s
I did it - I found a well-priced PS2 and bought it, along with a DVD-remote, extender cable and 2nd-controller pack. Now it's just a memory card and game or two needed.
We tested it briefly yesterday to ensure it's working well, and learnt something new. That games come in both NTSC and PAL mode - and we've got PAL, which doesn't play NTSC. You see, my son got a few free games with overseas magazines at the cheap-books shop, and they're not the right type for our system.
Another learning curve this morning involved finding out if there's a "fix" for a PS2 that can enable playing both types, and I've now learnt a lot about mod-chips and other interesting goodies that can sort out the problem. At a price, of course...
The PS2 is now put away until the birthday, before which I need to add the memory/game combo. Have found a few cheaper-than-the-shops ones online, so it seems it's time to haul out the credit card.
Thank goodness I not only received a mid-year bonus, but was able to claim some cash back against my new digital camera! It's only because of this that my son is getting a rather expensive birthday gift, and the car is also getting a service...
::update::
One question I have yet to answer - are PS2s supposed to get hot while in use? How hot is too hot? And if they DO get hot during use, would that vertical stand thingy help keep the temp down?
We tested it briefly yesterday to ensure it's working well, and learnt something new. That games come in both NTSC and PAL mode - and we've got PAL, which doesn't play NTSC. You see, my son got a few free games with overseas magazines at the cheap-books shop, and they're not the right type for our system.
Another learning curve this morning involved finding out if there's a "fix" for a PS2 that can enable playing both types, and I've now learnt a lot about mod-chips and other interesting goodies that can sort out the problem. At a price, of course...
The PS2 is now put away until the birthday, before which I need to add the memory/game combo. Have found a few cheaper-than-the-shops ones online, so it seems it's time to haul out the credit card.
Thank goodness I not only received a mid-year bonus, but was able to claim some cash back against my new digital camera! It's only because of this that my son is getting a rather expensive birthday gift, and the car is also getting a service...
::update::
One question I have yet to answer - are PS2s supposed to get hot while in use? How hot is too hot? And if they DO get hot during use, would that vertical stand thingy help keep the temp down?
Happy Africa Day!
Did you know today was Africa day? Yup, me neither, until I heard a chance snippet on TV about it. But anyhoo.
I'm not quite sure how Africa day is celebrated, or how it should be celebrated. Do we don traditional attire? Do we eat sudza & nyama (maize-meal porridge and relish)? Do we wave flags?
Apparently this day commemorates the formation of the Organization of African Unity - not that Africa is anything like unified. Sure, some of the leaders stick together (noteably for/against folk like Mugabe). But there's still much ethnic clashing, and warring, and persecution of groups within a single country. That kind of thing makes for non-celebration...
So what shall we celebrate about Africa today? The "cradle of humankind", which supposedly birthed the human race? The influence of Africa on fashion and design and decor?
How about the continent itself - the diversity of man and beast, the open spaces and densly-forested heart, the heat and dust, the rain and wet. Let's celebrate optimism in the face of despair, celebrate survival against all odds, celebrate the joining of hands across races and cultures, and the many tongues we speak. For one day let's leave off the bad news and find the good in our lands, our communities, ourselves. Let's be proudly African and stand tall on the land that gave us life.
Happy Africa day!
I'm not quite sure how Africa day is celebrated, or how it should be celebrated. Do we don traditional attire? Do we eat sudza & nyama (maize-meal porridge and relish)? Do we wave flags?
Apparently this day commemorates the formation of the Organization of African Unity - not that Africa is anything like unified. Sure, some of the leaders stick together (noteably for/against folk like Mugabe). But there's still much ethnic clashing, and warring, and persecution of groups within a single country. That kind of thing makes for non-celebration...
So what shall we celebrate about Africa today? The "cradle of humankind", which supposedly birthed the human race? The influence of Africa on fashion and design and decor?
How about the continent itself - the diversity of man and beast, the open spaces and densly-forested heart, the heat and dust, the rain and wet. Let's celebrate optimism in the face of despair, celebrate survival against all odds, celebrate the joining of hands across races and cultures, and the many tongues we speak. For one day let's leave off the bad news and find the good in our lands, our communities, ourselves. Let's be proudly African and stand tall on the land that gave us life.
Happy Africa day!
Cutting out the Middle-(Wo)man
It's happened - my son's dad has contacted me after 11+ years of silence. I gave my card to his brother when he dropped off my son's present a few weeks back, and we've been emailing. Our only previous contact has been via his mom - and that wasn't much.
A few years ago this would not have happened. I would have panicked to see his name in my inbox. My greatest fear was that he'd turn up and take my son from me. I had a momentary heart-jump when I saw his first email.
But now I'm OK with this! We're chatting like friends, and he's still a great guy. I honestly don't have anything against the chap - no hard feelings, no anger, nothing. We had fun when we were together, and can still talk it seems.
My one concern is that his wife may not be comfy with it. I want to tread lightly and make it easy for her to feel fine with our being in touch. I don't want to upset their apple-cart.
He's mentioned he'll be in SA later this year and would like to meet up. I said fine, will be cool, J will love that.
I'm actually amazed at how laid-back I am with this - no worries mate! Strange... considering that hearing from him used to haunt my dreams for years.
A few years ago this would not have happened. I would have panicked to see his name in my inbox. My greatest fear was that he'd turn up and take my son from me. I had a momentary heart-jump when I saw his first email.
But now I'm OK with this! We're chatting like friends, and he's still a great guy. I honestly don't have anything against the chap - no hard feelings, no anger, nothing. We had fun when we were together, and can still talk it seems.
My one concern is that his wife may not be comfy with it. I want to tread lightly and make it easy for her to feel fine with our being in touch. I don't want to upset their apple-cart.
He's mentioned he'll be in SA later this year and would like to meet up. I said fine, will be cool, J will love that.
I'm actually amazed at how laid-back I am with this - no worries mate! Strange... considering that hearing from him used to haunt my dreams for years.
New Toys
Guess who has finally discovered how variable-focus on the new camera works! :) Some days it pays to read the instructions... Still to be perfected though.
Not much to say today, working instead of blogging for a change, while the work-mode holds out.
Not much to say today, working instead of blogging for a change, while the work-mode holds out.
Birth-o-scope
| Your Birthdate: December 11 |
Your birth on the 11th day of the month makes you something of a dreamer and an idealist. You work well with people because you know how to use persuasion rather than force. There is a strong spiritual side to your nature, and you may have intuitive qualities inherent in your make up, too. You are very aware and sensitive, though often temperamental. Although you have a good mind and you are very analytical, you may not be comfortable in the business world. You are definitely creative and this influence tends to make you more of a dreamer than a doer. |
And for my son:
| Your Birthdate: June 7 |
Born on the 7th day of month gives you a tendency to be something of a perfectionist and makes you more individualistic in many ways. Your mind is good at deep mental analysis and complicated reasoning. You are very psychic and sensitive, and you should usually follow your hunches. You may not take orders too well, so you may want to work alone or in a situation where you can be the boss. This birthday gives a tendency to be somewhat self-centered and a little stubborn. |
Amazingly accurate, on both accounts!
The Big PS2 Search
My son turns 12 in a week or so's time, and has determined that the only thing he wants for his birthday is a PS2. Well, having spent some time at the mall checking prices - that's the only thing he WILL get if I have to buy one!
So here's a question for you South African PS2 addicts - and I know a few of you read this blog. Where's the best deal on PS2's? I found the cheapest so far at Musica for R1,600. Of course I wouldn't just be getting the console pack - what else would I need (memory card, DVD remote etc...)? Can PS Platinum games work on it, as well as Playstation(one) games? Where's the best deal on games to be found? Got a couple online options, but heck, they're expensive things!
If you fancy yourself a PS2 expert, this is your chance to shine with all those elusive answers! :)
So here's a question for you South African PS2 addicts - and I know a few of you read this blog. Where's the best deal on PS2's? I found the cheapest so far at Musica for R1,600. Of course I wouldn't just be getting the console pack - what else would I need (memory card, DVD remote etc...)? Can PS Platinum games work on it, as well as Playstation(one) games? Where's the best deal on games to be found? Got a couple online options, but heck, they're expensive things!
If you fancy yourself a PS2 expert, this is your chance to shine with all those elusive answers! :)
Mom's Health
Kel asked for an update on my mom's health - something I really need to do, now that we've been there and seen her. (And a Big Thanks to all who helped get us there, again!)
The news is both good and bad.
Good, in that the latest scans revealed the cancer hasn't spread - but is still there. It seems to be semi-under control right now, but at the expense of her quality of life.
Which is the bad news. When we arrived, her hands had been burnt from the inside out by chemical treatments and the iodine to which she has such a reaction, but which is essential for the scans she underwent. They were completely swollen up and so painful that she couldn't touch anything. Her nails were coming off - and still are. Weeks later the swelling has gone down and she can touch stuff again.
But her body is full of sores. Her legs and arms are spotted with them, her torso is painful, she can't really be touched that much. She's lost all her hair and is almost constantly weak. Showering used to be a pleasure - it's now a pain. She's lost most of her sense of taste, so things she used to enjoy eating now taste like nothing.
She's brave. She doesn't say much about her health or her pain. She sticks plasters over the falling-off nails and goes bowling. She finds ways to lift pots and pans and move chairs without gritting her teeth openly.
She's on a 6-week chemo break at the moment, but she's thinking through quality vs quantity of life - perhaps giving up treatment to enjoy what time she can, instead of extending her life at the cost of enjoying it. It's a very, very tough decision to make. Her doctor has assured her he has many chemical combinations up his sleeve that may work better than what they've just tried. But I'm not sure she wants to go through that.
We don't know what the future holds. We don't know if she'll see the spring garden I planted or continue to see it for years to come. We have no answers. We're glad we could spend time with her now, while things were still reasonably OK. My son and I want to get back to live at least nearer her instead of on the other side of the planet - and not being able to is very frustrating (but there is a glimmer of hope). He misses his gran and she misses him very much. We don't know what will happen.
But she continues to need your prayers.
The news is both good and bad.
Good, in that the latest scans revealed the cancer hasn't spread - but is still there. It seems to be semi-under control right now, but at the expense of her quality of life.
Which is the bad news. When we arrived, her hands had been burnt from the inside out by chemical treatments and the iodine to which she has such a reaction, but which is essential for the scans she underwent. They were completely swollen up and so painful that she couldn't touch anything. Her nails were coming off - and still are. Weeks later the swelling has gone down and she can touch stuff again.
But her body is full of sores. Her legs and arms are spotted with them, her torso is painful, she can't really be touched that much. She's lost all her hair and is almost constantly weak. Showering used to be a pleasure - it's now a pain. She's lost most of her sense of taste, so things she used to enjoy eating now taste like nothing.
She's brave. She doesn't say much about her health or her pain. She sticks plasters over the falling-off nails and goes bowling. She finds ways to lift pots and pans and move chairs without gritting her teeth openly.
She's on a 6-week chemo break at the moment, but she's thinking through quality vs quantity of life - perhaps giving up treatment to enjoy what time she can, instead of extending her life at the cost of enjoying it. It's a very, very tough decision to make. Her doctor has assured her he has many chemical combinations up his sleeve that may work better than what they've just tried. But I'm not sure she wants to go through that.
We don't know what the future holds. We don't know if she'll see the spring garden I planted or continue to see it for years to come. We have no answers. We're glad we could spend time with her now, while things were still reasonably OK. My son and I want to get back to live at least nearer her instead of on the other side of the planet - and not being able to is very frustrating (but there is a glimmer of hope). He misses his gran and she misses him very much. We don't know what will happen.
But she continues to need your prayers.
A life of Leisure
I've been trying to figure out why I lost so much weight in a mere 2 weeks in Australia, and why all my previous efforts before we left amounted to nil. Also, how I can continue this wonderful trend and not fall back into any old habits...
I've come to the conclusion that it's a number of factors:
1. I was off coffee for nearly 3 weeks, bar the one good cup from a Very Expensive coffee machine in the hallway at my dad's church. Besides a cut in caffiene (which EVERYONE knows is bad stuff and holds onto fat in the body), I also cut out the vast amounts of creamer I add to a rather large cup each day. Major cut in fat intake!
2. I walked just about everywhere. The parent's house is on 3 levels. Simply going to the toilet is exercise. The driveway is an experiment in fitting a car around a sharp bend on a steep decline to get it into the garage. The church is either reached with a 10-minute drive or via a walk into a gorge and up the other side. As were many interviews etc... I walked Sydney/Manly flat. I walked the mall flat, and SeaWorld, and many many other places. We kayaked and gardened. When we DID go by car, I got a load of exercise clinging white-knuckled to the door handle as dad sped us here and there... :)
3. I ate properly. Mom believes in many things on one plate, not many things in one pot. We ate veggies. We ate fruit. We drank fruit juice and milk and lots of water - there was always a bottle or two in the car. I didn't snack between meals, and I'm still struggling through the single large bar of Cadbury Gold dark choc I bought. I had to share out the RockLea Road I got for Mother's Day, or that would still be hanging around too.
4. I lived differently. There was no temptation to become a couch potato (other than after 7pm when all the good stuff got onto the telly). I was out and about instead of in and without. Places to go, things to see, people to meet and all that.
Now I'm back home and I realize just how sit-still our life here is. Simply because everything is either within strolling distance or you take the car. There's not much to do on campus (other than walking the mountain) that requires effort. The walk to work is brief, and it's too cold/dark/early to get up at 5:30 and re-walk the block for just exercise.
But I am trying actively to change our habits. To eat right, to drink water, to seek physical activity instead of sitting on the butt.
Yesterday I got into the garden and worked, HARD, for 2 1/2 hours. It needed it - we were starting to lose dogs in the lawn. I dug and planted, I cut and mowed, I pulled and weeded. And it felt wonderful. But there's not enough to keep me at it every day. One can only mow grass so many times before reaching root-level.
Then there's my son - he's fallen back into the bad habits of lying around all day and refusing veggies, talking back and demanding slave-service.
And there's the coffee machine - but strangely I seem to have gone off coffee!
I like how I feel now that I'm back. I feel lighter, as if my muscles don't have to work so hard to keep me upright/moving any more. And they don't. 5kg makes a difference to what your legs have to bear. I also feel more confident - and that's got very little to do with weight loss. I've seen a different perspective, I've seen that I can be more and do more and don't have to stay in the rut that's kept me treading a mundane wheel for years. I know more about who I am and what I want, and that's energized me.
I feel new, and I want it to last. But it's really hard to keep active when your job requires an entire day of butt-sitting, and your house doesn't give much opportunity for exercise.
I've come to the conclusion that it's a number of factors:
1. I was off coffee for nearly 3 weeks, bar the one good cup from a Very Expensive coffee machine in the hallway at my dad's church. Besides a cut in caffiene (which EVERYONE knows is bad stuff and holds onto fat in the body), I also cut out the vast amounts of creamer I add to a rather large cup each day. Major cut in fat intake!
2. I walked just about everywhere. The parent's house is on 3 levels. Simply going to the toilet is exercise. The driveway is an experiment in fitting a car around a sharp bend on a steep decline to get it into the garage. The church is either reached with a 10-minute drive or via a walk into a gorge and up the other side. As were many interviews etc... I walked Sydney/Manly flat. I walked the mall flat, and SeaWorld, and many many other places. We kayaked and gardened. When we DID go by car, I got a load of exercise clinging white-knuckled to the door handle as dad sped us here and there... :)
3. I ate properly. Mom believes in many things on one plate, not many things in one pot. We ate veggies. We ate fruit. We drank fruit juice and milk and lots of water - there was always a bottle or two in the car. I didn't snack between meals, and I'm still struggling through the single large bar of Cadbury Gold dark choc I bought. I had to share out the RockLea Road I got for Mother's Day, or that would still be hanging around too.
4. I lived differently. There was no temptation to become a couch potato (other than after 7pm when all the good stuff got onto the telly). I was out and about instead of in and without. Places to go, things to see, people to meet and all that.
Now I'm back home and I realize just how sit-still our life here is. Simply because everything is either within strolling distance or you take the car. There's not much to do on campus (other than walking the mountain) that requires effort. The walk to work is brief, and it's too cold/dark/early to get up at 5:30 and re-walk the block for just exercise.
But I am trying actively to change our habits. To eat right, to drink water, to seek physical activity instead of sitting on the butt.
Yesterday I got into the garden and worked, HARD, for 2 1/2 hours. It needed it - we were starting to lose dogs in the lawn. I dug and planted, I cut and mowed, I pulled and weeded. And it felt wonderful. But there's not enough to keep me at it every day. One can only mow grass so many times before reaching root-level.
Then there's my son - he's fallen back into the bad habits of lying around all day and refusing veggies, talking back and demanding slave-service.
And there's the coffee machine - but strangely I seem to have gone off coffee!
I like how I feel now that I'm back. I feel lighter, as if my muscles don't have to work so hard to keep me upright/moving any more. And they don't. 5kg makes a difference to what your legs have to bear. I also feel more confident - and that's got very little to do with weight loss. I've seen a different perspective, I've seen that I can be more and do more and don't have to stay in the rut that's kept me treading a mundane wheel for years. I know more about who I am and what I want, and that's energized me.
I feel new, and I want it to last. But it's really hard to keep active when your job requires an entire day of butt-sitting, and your house doesn't give much opportunity for exercise.
Views not Beliefs
Perhaps I'm losing the plot, slipping off the narrow road, falling away. Perhaps giving up church attendance has made a true back-slider out of me.
But last night I realized (with not a little horror) that I don't actually have beliefs any more. Just views. No faith, just an expectation and knowledge that there is Someone out there in control and it will all work out in the end. I just need to keep plodding.
I find myself outside the circles drawn in the sand by each and every denomination. A wanderer in the remainder of the desert, only dipping into a denominational oasis for a drink every now and then, but never pitching my tent. Not belonging, and not caring that I don't.
I find myself untroubled by fights over what's right and wrong, choosing rather to let people take whatever path they're on without me attempting to pull them off it, or even judge them for it. Perhaps because my path is so barren and dusty that I can see nothing attractive about it for others to join me here.
I know there's a God and I have my views - but I honestly can't call them beliefs. I'm not Bible-pounding firm enough in them. I just know what I know, that's all. And I don't feel like defending it.
I still think the emerging church conversation is great, and that things must change, and that rethinking life as a God-follower is essential, but all the fire about it has left me. I read, I agree, and am still where I was before. Which is kinda hard to define, but here I am.
And it's hard for me to truly internalize that the end of this world may be near - and I may not be ready for eternity after all. See, life just gets in the way every day and I'm so busy building barns and making plans and storing away what will not only rust but just plain disintegrate into dust, that when "the end is nigh!" crosses my brain I have a momentary panic attack. And then it passes and life kicks in again.
I lay in bed last night almost crushed by the sense that I can't create a conversion experience for myself - so how does one happen? Do I have to be in a church building for that? If so, I'm possibly permanently out in the cold! Do I have to put more effort into prayer and reading the Bible? If so, I'm just as likely lost - I can't seem to crack it. Do I just have to wait? Cos that's where I'm at right now. That waiting. And sitting. There's a bench next to this road I'm on that has gotten awful comfy lately.
Yeah, perhaps I'm backslidden or slipping off the narrow road or falling away. There just doesn't seem to be much I can do about it right now.
But last night I realized (with not a little horror) that I don't actually have beliefs any more. Just views. No faith, just an expectation and knowledge that there is Someone out there in control and it will all work out in the end. I just need to keep plodding.
I find myself outside the circles drawn in the sand by each and every denomination. A wanderer in the remainder of the desert, only dipping into a denominational oasis for a drink every now and then, but never pitching my tent. Not belonging, and not caring that I don't.
I find myself untroubled by fights over what's right and wrong, choosing rather to let people take whatever path they're on without me attempting to pull them off it, or even judge them for it. Perhaps because my path is so barren and dusty that I can see nothing attractive about it for others to join me here.
I know there's a God and I have my views - but I honestly can't call them beliefs. I'm not Bible-pounding firm enough in them. I just know what I know, that's all. And I don't feel like defending it.
I still think the emerging church conversation is great, and that things must change, and that rethinking life as a God-follower is essential, but all the fire about it has left me. I read, I agree, and am still where I was before. Which is kinda hard to define, but here I am.
And it's hard for me to truly internalize that the end of this world may be near - and I may not be ready for eternity after all. See, life just gets in the way every day and I'm so busy building barns and making plans and storing away what will not only rust but just plain disintegrate into dust, that when "the end is nigh!" crosses my brain I have a momentary panic attack. And then it passes and life kicks in again.
I lay in bed last night almost crushed by the sense that I can't create a conversion experience for myself - so how does one happen? Do I have to be in a church building for that? If so, I'm possibly permanently out in the cold! Do I have to put more effort into prayer and reading the Bible? If so, I'm just as likely lost - I can't seem to crack it. Do I just have to wait? Cos that's where I'm at right now. That waiting. And sitting. There's a bench next to this road I'm on that has gotten awful comfy lately.
Yeah, perhaps I'm backslidden or slipping off the narrow road or falling away. There just doesn't seem to be much I can do about it right now.
Shabbat Shalom
This one's for those who appreciate the many colours God can use in sea and sky, which we can never truly duplicate in film or paint.
..and as a bonus, this one's for the surfer's soul.
May you find peace and beauty in the world that surrounds you this weekend.
..and as a bonus, this one's for the surfer's soul.
May you find peace and beauty in the world that surrounds you this weekend.
Deja vu
Ever had that strange feeling that you've been here, done this before (entirely unrelated to "deja moo" - the feeling that you've heard this bull before)?
It happened twice while I was in Australia, and each time it does it still freaks me out a bit.
You see, the week before we left I dreamt we were in Sydney. Somehow we crossed the harbour and headed up a side road that was lined with red face-brick homes and had an old-style white car parked at the side of the road, facing away from us.
When we took the train into Sydney for the day once we'd arrived, I happened to glance up a side road we passed - and saw the EXACT same road and car that I'd dreamt about. Same trees, same slope to the road, everything!
The second time it happened was while we were heading for Kingscliff. It was nearing sunset and we were somewhere near Bounty Bay. As we came around a bend at the base of a small hill, I knew exactly which cars would be headed our way and what the view around the corner would look like. You see, I'd dreamt it 2 months back - same lighting, same scenery, the works!
It's not the first time it's happened, but it's been a while since it has. Years back we were travelling as a family somewhere in South Africa, and almost missed our exit on a highway. I saw the same scene play out that I'd dreamt - stopping at the side of the road under the exit sign, reversing and turning off. I could predict in my head what would happen next, and it did. Gave me goosebumps.
And many years ago in Zimbabwe as we headed out from Harare toward a place we'd never been to before, I recognized a strangely-shaped hill, the bushveld covered in that season's colours, the road that went a ways then turned... yup, dreamt it a few weeks previously.
Now I know some say that this sense of deja vu is really your brain's wiring making random, incorrect connections - you THINK you're remembering something, when you're really just experiencing it for the first time.
But I know differently. My dreams are well-remembered and immediately recognized when they occur.
I guess some things may not have a logical explaination after all.
It happened twice while I was in Australia, and each time it does it still freaks me out a bit.
You see, the week before we left I dreamt we were in Sydney. Somehow we crossed the harbour and headed up a side road that was lined with red face-brick homes and had an old-style white car parked at the side of the road, facing away from us.
When we took the train into Sydney for the day once we'd arrived, I happened to glance up a side road we passed - and saw the EXACT same road and car that I'd dreamt about. Same trees, same slope to the road, everything!
The second time it happened was while we were heading for Kingscliff. It was nearing sunset and we were somewhere near Bounty Bay. As we came around a bend at the base of a small hill, I knew exactly which cars would be headed our way and what the view around the corner would look like. You see, I'd dreamt it 2 months back - same lighting, same scenery, the works!
It's not the first time it's happened, but it's been a while since it has. Years back we were travelling as a family somewhere in South Africa, and almost missed our exit on a highway. I saw the same scene play out that I'd dreamt - stopping at the side of the road under the exit sign, reversing and turning off. I could predict in my head what would happen next, and it did. Gave me goosebumps.
And many years ago in Zimbabwe as we headed out from Harare toward a place we'd never been to before, I recognized a strangely-shaped hill, the bushveld covered in that season's colours, the road that went a ways then turned... yup, dreamt it a few weeks previously.
Now I know some say that this sense of deja vu is really your brain's wiring making random, incorrect connections - you THINK you're remembering something, when you're really just experiencing it for the first time.
But I know differently. My dreams are well-remembered and immediately recognized when they occur.
I guess some things may not have a logical explaination after all.
I forgot
I forgot how fast people drive here - well over the 120km speed limit on highways, and the 60/80km speed limits elsewhere. I forgot how many crummy cars there are on the road, that are almost falling apart. I forgot that most of them don't have seatbelts, even in the front.
I forgot how salty South African bread is - but I didn't forget how delicious it is. I almost got used to Australian Marmite/Vegemite, but not quite.
I forgot how cold it can get at night, and how my toes can be frozen until lunchtime. I forgot the way the sun rises behind the mountain, goes behind the trees, the garage, the house - and then disappears for the day in winter, leaving the paths across my garden still night-wet.
I forgot how quickly lawn grass grows, especially with a couple of good rains.
I forgot the pettiness that often goes on in offices, focused on the minor and the inconvenient.
I forgot my blogging obsession. And I continue to forget it in favour of life.
I forgot what my coffee machine sounds like on a freezing Cape morning.
I forgot that I didn't buy any groceries before we left, and how empty the cupboards were.
I forgot that politicians and their travels, courts and their routines rule the news half-hour here.
I forgot the sound of Afrikaans mixed in with English 10 times in the same sentance, even on TV.
I forgot that I'm still an underling at work. And that in spite of a change in attitude and perspective on my part, others haven't.
I forgot the smell of carpet glue - until they started laying it outside my office post-lunch. I forgot how noisy putting up a new office can be, and how much dust it generates.
I forgot what jet-lag felt like last time we came home long distance. But it's all coming back to me now...
I forgot how run-down my house is. I thought it wasn't really that bad. I've lived there too long without noticing things falling apart.
I forgot that my car needs a service. I didn't forget that my son still wants a PS2 for his upcoming birthda, and that it will probably win over the car.
I forgot that I could claim an amount of cash here at work against the camera I purchased, but I didn't forget to claim my tax refund at the airport.
I almost forgot my car licence renewal, but thankfully didn't.
I forgot that I have a free-to-review book arriving soon! I forgot that my monthly House & Leisure magazine arrives about now.
I didn't forget to take those first steps today that will ultimately change my life forever.
I forgot how salty South African bread is - but I didn't forget how delicious it is. I almost got used to Australian Marmite/Vegemite, but not quite.
I forgot how cold it can get at night, and how my toes can be frozen until lunchtime. I forgot the way the sun rises behind the mountain, goes behind the trees, the garage, the house - and then disappears for the day in winter, leaving the paths across my garden still night-wet.
I forgot how quickly lawn grass grows, especially with a couple of good rains.
I forgot the pettiness that often goes on in offices, focused on the minor and the inconvenient.
I forgot my blogging obsession. And I continue to forget it in favour of life.
I forgot what my coffee machine sounds like on a freezing Cape morning.
I forgot that I didn't buy any groceries before we left, and how empty the cupboards were.
I forgot that politicians and their travels, courts and their routines rule the news half-hour here.
I forgot the sound of Afrikaans mixed in with English 10 times in the same sentance, even on TV.
I forgot that I'm still an underling at work. And that in spite of a change in attitude and perspective on my part, others haven't.
I forgot the smell of carpet glue - until they started laying it outside my office post-lunch. I forgot how noisy putting up a new office can be, and how much dust it generates.
I forgot what jet-lag felt like last time we came home long distance. But it's all coming back to me now...
I forgot how run-down my house is. I thought it wasn't really that bad. I've lived there too long without noticing things falling apart.
I forgot that my car needs a service. I didn't forget that my son still wants a PS2 for his upcoming birthda, and that it will probably win over the car.
I forgot that I could claim an amount of cash here at work against the camera I purchased, but I didn't forget to claim my tax refund at the airport.
I almost forgot my car licence renewal, but thankfully didn't.
I forgot that I have a free-to-review book arriving soon! I forgot that my monthly House & Leisure magazine arrives about now.
I didn't forget to take those first steps today that will ultimately change my life forever.
Some things change, some stay the same
32 hours and 15 minutes. That's how long it took to get from my parent's front door to ours. Sjoe! But we're back, safe and sound, if still adjusting our body-clocks to SA time.
The worst bit of the entire trip was the 5-hour wait in KL. It was from 8pm to 1am their time, but for us it was 10pm to 3am Sydney time! My son conked out on one of the benches to sleep, and I hauled out my huge thick Steven King novel to keep me awake. However, after a time I wasn't sure what I was reading, and it was extremely hard not to just fall over and doze. We did though, once on the airplane, and had a few hours semi-disturbed rest.
My son was once again airsick from the second flight onwards. He'd had a bit to eat before we left, but didn't touch food after that, which of course didn't help one iota. However, once we got home he was OK.
The dogs are fine, the fish is still alive - and my lawn has GROWN! It's a jolly jungle out there! There's been a lot of rain while we were away, and all is green and wet. Seems the drought may finally be breaking in this area - but I saw many, many dams further north from the air that have not a drop of water in them, not even mud. Things are desperate there...
It was good to sleep in my own bed last night, with a dogwarmer at my back. I've missed that. And missed having my own house, no matter how tiny and maintenance-needy it may be.
Back at work, there are 215 emails waiting, a box of post, and some changes. One neighbour took delight yesterday in telling me my office had been "borrowed" (without my permission) while I was away, and I nearly let it get to me. But I've come back with a radical attitude shift, a determination that some things will be very different. (And guess what - I've lost weight!) From this morning onward, I've got a couple of goals to work toward and many thing to organize. I'm holding out in the hope that something Big will happen soon, and aim to be ready.
Onwards to the day - putting thoughts into action.
The worst bit of the entire trip was the 5-hour wait in KL. It was from 8pm to 1am their time, but for us it was 10pm to 3am Sydney time! My son conked out on one of the benches to sleep, and I hauled out my huge thick Steven King novel to keep me awake. However, after a time I wasn't sure what I was reading, and it was extremely hard not to just fall over and doze. We did though, once on the airplane, and had a few hours semi-disturbed rest.
My son was once again airsick from the second flight onwards. He'd had a bit to eat before we left, but didn't touch food after that, which of course didn't help one iota. However, once we got home he was OK.
The dogs are fine, the fish is still alive - and my lawn has GROWN! It's a jolly jungle out there! There's been a lot of rain while we were away, and all is green and wet. Seems the drought may finally be breaking in this area - but I saw many, many dams further north from the air that have not a drop of water in them, not even mud. Things are desperate there...
It was good to sleep in my own bed last night, with a dogwarmer at my back. I've missed that. And missed having my own house, no matter how tiny and maintenance-needy it may be.
Back at work, there are 215 emails waiting, a box of post, and some changes. One neighbour took delight yesterday in telling me my office had been "borrowed" (without my permission) while I was away, and I nearly let it get to me. But I've come back with a radical attitude shift, a determination that some things will be very different. (And guess what - I've lost weight!) From this morning onward, I've got a couple of goals to work toward and many thing to organize. I'm holding out in the hope that something Big will happen soon, and aim to be ready.
Onwards to the day - putting thoughts into action.
Last Aussie Post (for now???)
Well, after a 2-day non-blog, a quick update.
I was REALLY sick yesterday, and after a final quick shop I hit the bed, lights-out! Dosed to the ears with Berocca C, Viral-Choice supplement and water. Hotted up the electric blanket and slept for hours. Last night I took pain pills to help with the extremely sore throat and managed to sleep well, but by this morning was still rather weak and such.
Unfortunately there was no laying about for me - interviews awaited! So I dragged myself across the valley (dad had the car golfing) and up the other side, only to find I'd been forgotten about and double-booked! After an hour's wait I got in a 5-minute session with the head of HR, but also managed to catch the assistant I saw last time going past and got some info re my next appointment from him. So it wasn't a total loss.
Back home I collapsed into a sitting position for a while, passed on lunch, then it was off to Cooranbong an hour's drive away for the next appointment. On the way we hit a "traffic accident ahead" warning, and were stuck for 20 minutes behind a very serious one - complete with rescue helicopter and 2 dramatically munched cars. We managed to phone ahead that we might be late, but were only 5 minutes off the time on arrival.
And THAT interview went REALLY WELL! It's potentially for a job yet to be created, only awaiting budget constraints. It involves keeping track of all required processes from product idea to launch & review, making sure each thing in each job stream happens. I love organizing, and with my food tech and admin backgrounds this is quite literally the ideal job for me! But now we wait and hear if the budget will go through....
On our way back home we stopped at the hospital, took a lift to the top floor and saw the city at sunset, an awesome sight.
And tomorrow we leave! It feels like we've been here for months, but it's only just over 2 weeks. (Jan, sorry we never got to meet up - time just got out of hand here)
I checked in on our flight, and we're OK to go - other than having to book in an hour earlier than I thought, so tonight we pack. I'm armed with Up&Go for the kid to eat, along with some fruit and yoghurt snacks, and a big thick Steven King novel to keep me awake at KL until we fly out at 1:00 the next morning. (Malaysian vegetarian airline food is awful...) We saw things out the window all the way here, we're going to rest on our way back. The day after we arrive it's right into school and work.
Will have no time to blog tomorrow, so the next post will be on Thursday, SA time. When normal, mindless drivel will resume on this webspace... :)
I was REALLY sick yesterday, and after a final quick shop I hit the bed, lights-out! Dosed to the ears with Berocca C, Viral-Choice supplement and water. Hotted up the electric blanket and slept for hours. Last night I took pain pills to help with the extremely sore throat and managed to sleep well, but by this morning was still rather weak and such.
Unfortunately there was no laying about for me - interviews awaited! So I dragged myself across the valley (dad had the car golfing) and up the other side, only to find I'd been forgotten about and double-booked! After an hour's wait I got in a 5-minute session with the head of HR, but also managed to catch the assistant I saw last time going past and got some info re my next appointment from him. So it wasn't a total loss.
Back home I collapsed into a sitting position for a while, passed on lunch, then it was off to Cooranbong an hour's drive away for the next appointment. On the way we hit a "traffic accident ahead" warning, and were stuck for 20 minutes behind a very serious one - complete with rescue helicopter and 2 dramatically munched cars. We managed to phone ahead that we might be late, but were only 5 minutes off the time on arrival.
And THAT interview went REALLY WELL! It's potentially for a job yet to be created, only awaiting budget constraints. It involves keeping track of all required processes from product idea to launch & review, making sure each thing in each job stream happens. I love organizing, and with my food tech and admin backgrounds this is quite literally the ideal job for me! But now we wait and hear if the budget will go through....
On our way back home we stopped at the hospital, took a lift to the top floor and saw the city at sunset, an awesome sight.
And tomorrow we leave! It feels like we've been here for months, but it's only just over 2 weeks. (Jan, sorry we never got to meet up - time just got out of hand here)
I checked in on our flight, and we're OK to go - other than having to book in an hour earlier than I thought, so tonight we pack. I'm armed with Up&Go for the kid to eat, along with some fruit and yoghurt snacks, and a big thick Steven King novel to keep me awake at KL until we fly out at 1:00 the next morning. (Malaysian vegetarian airline food is awful...) We saw things out the window all the way here, we're going to rest on our way back. The day after we arrive it's right into school and work.
Will have no time to blog tomorrow, so the next post will be on Thursday, SA time. When normal, mindless drivel will resume on this webspace... :)
Last weekend here
Another Saturday, and another chance to attend my parent's church. A chance to help out too, in setting out the tables and decor for communion.
We had a bit of a rough night, so it was a rush to get to church when we finally got up. My son is sleeping on an Ikea bunkbed and any movement not only squeeks the bed, but attempts to throw things off the shelf and desk below, or bank the entire contraption against these hollow wood Aussie walls (no decent solid brick in sight, except on the exterior!). So we tossed and turned and woke each other up throughout the night. Needless to say, bunkbeds have been scratched from any future shopping lists...
Well, off to church and this week I made sure I got to their expensive coffee machine for a cuppa. While some attended morning cell groups, I hung out with a couple of cool ladies on the balcony, and ironed table cloths, and helped set up. Church was good - it's a relaxed atmosphere that even the oldies enjoy and the worship team was excellent as always.
Lunch followed - a weekly tradition that gives time to get to know folk. And I finally got to meet the man who has been campaigning relentlessly for our entry to Australia, a wonderful "elderly" (old but full of life) gentleman and his wife, who have lived fascinating lives and can weave a mean tale.
This afternoon while mom slept, dad took the brothers and one wife to the train station. They're spending the night and most of tomorrow with friends in Sydney. He came back to collect J and I, and we headed off for a walk in Galston gorge. On the way there, plans changed. We did indeed stop in the gorge briefly, but then had the experience of crossing Berowra Waters by car-ferry! It was a narrow, winding road both down to it and back up again. We got home at the same time (just after sunset) and via the same road (Pacific Freeway) that we'd been travelling precisely 24 hours earlier.
This evening was a Talent Night at church, and it was a ball! The acts went from a kid on the piano, to a guy on the saw, to a skit where the boys left the stage in boxer shorts, to some singing, some awesome guitar work, a rendition of "Sweet Child of Mine" that had us wondering who should throw the first bra - and ended with a homemade DVD, a spoof on one of those Karate films with English subtitles, done by some of the local youth and leaving us in tears of laughter.
I got to chat to a few more folk, make some more connections - but no, I have not yet found that single Aussie male that everyone keeps telling me to look out for. I've met a lot of single Aussie males, but just not That One! :)
So now it's nearing bedtime, and the cold is seeping up from the forest below. Another day in Australia at an end. Another good one.
(Other than a REALLY bad sore throat, beginnings of a chesty cough and the likelihood that I will not be all that well for the next week or so)
We had a bit of a rough night, so it was a rush to get to church when we finally got up. My son is sleeping on an Ikea bunkbed and any movement not only squeeks the bed, but attempts to throw things off the shelf and desk below, or bank the entire contraption against these hollow wood Aussie walls (no decent solid brick in sight, except on the exterior!). So we tossed and turned and woke each other up throughout the night. Needless to say, bunkbeds have been scratched from any future shopping lists...
Well, off to church and this week I made sure I got to their expensive coffee machine for a cuppa. While some attended morning cell groups, I hung out with a couple of cool ladies on the balcony, and ironed table cloths, and helped set up. Church was good - it's a relaxed atmosphere that even the oldies enjoy and the worship team was excellent as always.
Lunch followed - a weekly tradition that gives time to get to know folk. And I finally got to meet the man who has been campaigning relentlessly for our entry to Australia, a wonderful "elderly" (old but full of life) gentleman and his wife, who have lived fascinating lives and can weave a mean tale.
This afternoon while mom slept, dad took the brothers and one wife to the train station. They're spending the night and most of tomorrow with friends in Sydney. He came back to collect J and I, and we headed off for a walk in Galston gorge. On the way there, plans changed. We did indeed stop in the gorge briefly, but then had the experience of crossing Berowra Waters by car-ferry! It was a narrow, winding road both down to it and back up again. We got home at the same time (just after sunset) and via the same road (Pacific Freeway) that we'd been travelling precisely 24 hours earlier.
This evening was a Talent Night at church, and it was a ball! The acts went from a kid on the piano, to a guy on the saw, to a skit where the boys left the stage in boxer shorts, to some singing, some awesome guitar work, a rendition of "Sweet Child of Mine" that had us wondering who should throw the first bra - and ended with a homemade DVD, a spoof on one of those Karate films with English subtitles, done by some of the local youth and leaving us in tears of laughter.
I got to chat to a few more folk, make some more connections - but no, I have not yet found that single Aussie male that everyone keeps telling me to look out for. I've met a lot of single Aussie males, but just not That One! :)
So now it's nearing bedtime, and the cold is seeping up from the forest below. Another day in Australia at an end. Another good one.
(Other than a REALLY bad sore throat, beginnings of a chesty cough and the likelihood that I will not be all that well for the next week or so)
To Infinity - and Beyond!!!
We're back, safe and sound, after 2 10-hour trips and 2 days in Kingscliff. And what a time we had!
We all left REALLY early on Tuesday morning, some to the airport, some by car. Those who flew made it quickly and easily, hiring an extra car on the other side (a cool blue Toyota Corolla hatchback, which I certainly wouldn't mind owning...). Those who went by car had another experience altogether.
We were doing good time, and planned lunch in Coff's Harbour, which should have been a mere 1/2 hour away at 12:30. Instead we were brought to a sudden stop in a 2-hour queue thanks to a truck that had munched itself in the forest by overturning on a tight corner. We were stopped reasonably close to the front - I'd hate to think how far the line of cars, trucks and utes went back behind us by the time we started to move! (Don't know what a "ute" is? Ask and you shall be informed! :) ) Waiting gave us a chance to get out and stretch the legs, chat to others in the same predicament, and photograph arb things like the sign for "Man Arm Creek" (what the...!?), a skeletal possum, long dead and dried, "training wheels" (train wheels) on the truck in front of us and a brightly coloured bug on the median. We walked, we sat, we made up junk about things we saw. Such is long-term tripping. When we finally moved past the accident scene (digital cameras at the ready), we were famished! Hungry Jacks was our first stop and we devoured some pretty good fast food. By the time we reached Kingscliff it was long dark, and it was only the next morning that we saw the beach, a mere row of houses between where we were staying and the shore.
Before 7 next morning I was up and walking the beach, but it started to rain once I reached the stoney jetty, so I had to turn back. Got a few photos of the shoreline, the early-morning surfers and one of the many amazing trees that grows on those parts, spreading wide on many roots and branches. If I weren't old and doddery I'd have climbed one!
Once all were up and fed, half of us climbed in the rental car and the rest got in the home car, and we split up for the day. Mom, J and I headed off to SeaWorld! Praying all the way that the rain which was now REALLY coming down would let up so we could see stuff. And it did! It didn't clear, but it didn't rain until just before the place closed.
We had an awesome time there. It was well worth the $60 (R360...but I shouldn't do exchange rates!) I paid. We saw all the shows, we went on most rides (I avoided the steep dragon-boat throw-you-down-the-waterfall one, but did do the volcanic mountain throw-you-down-a-dark-tunnel one), and took photos galore.
Again, we got home after dark to find the boys (and one girl) had been to Surfer's Paradise and various other places, checked out the awesome waves, done stuff like that.
Next morning EVERYONE got a late start, to the frustration of some (of us) who like to know where we're going, when, and why everyone else isn't ready yet... :) Unfortunately I was coming down with a very sore throat and had burnt my hands on hot water draining macaroni the previous night, so was already not in the best of moods.
But when all had gathered themselves into correct bundles, and had their hair done, and their cameras batteries changed, etc., etc., etc.... we again piled into 2 cars and took off for 10-pin bowling!
It wasn't my day. I came dead last on the first 2 games, and was feeling so rotten (flu, not sorry for myself) that I sat out the third. The others did well - especially mom, whose nails are actually coming off her hands from treatment, and the skin too, but who consistently came second or first! And here I was complaining about flu and a sore finger - I didn't think that was too great of me after a bit. J did OK, but did much better when he got a metal "aimer" in hand - a device made of pipes that you situate toward what you want to hit then roll the ball off of.
Lunch was up next, and we set off to find Sizzlers - a buffet-style all you can eat place. Somewhere around Surfer's Paradise the second car (of surfers and a wife) decided it was taking too long. We'd stopped at Lookout Point to find the most perfect sets curling into shore (pics soon!), and they were eager to get out into them on hired boards. So they went their way, we went ours - and made a good meal of it once we located the restaurant well down the road.
From there it was off to Infinity! Dad had been through, so the other 3 of us went in while he minded the car (and gingerly took my handbag back to it, trying not to look too effeminate). What an experience! We almost got lost in the first room, all mirrors and tiny pinpricks of light. We completely lost J by the second room and couldn't find an exit while the endless acceleration chamber lights sped past - until I noticed one of my reflections looked a bit further away, and found the door, and J. From then on it was one wild ride. The WORST was a totally dark room where you have to push past things in the pitch-black that feel like hands and body parts and intestines that suddenly glow. There was an Aussie guy and his daughter behind us, and as he touched the first one he said "sorry mate!" - it was all I could do not to laugh out loud, but I was too busy trying to get the hell out of there. There were rooms where you look like you're floating in space, a strobe-light room where mom couldn't see how the heck I was doing what I was doing (when I was simply moving around - I've been in strobe lights before and they're FUN!), a jelly-like floor room, an endless-depth bridge to cross, a passage where the walls fill with air and squeeze you in, areas lit by lazer - I can't even remember them all! But we went WAY too fast and all too soon we were out the other side. We should have taken it really, really slowly. Most of the time though we couldn't tell where we were, other than by the glow-in-the-dark gloves and shoe covers we wore, and it was quite something to find each exit from each room. What an experience!
On the way home, the parents decided I needed new takkies (sneakers, trainers - whatever you call them). The pair I live in dad bought for my birthday 9 years ago, and although they look gross they're still fine to me! Under protest I was dragged into A-Mart and fitted into size 10's (I'm an 8 in SA), which I have to admit look pretty good.
Again we were home in the dark, but beat the surfers to it. They came home with tales of awesome rides, encounters with the guy that basically started surfing in Australia, and having to hire really bad unbreakable boards.
Very, very early this morning (as in 5:30), we were all up again, packing up the house, washing the bedding, and getting ready to leave by 7. Another 10 hour drive, mostly in pouring rain, and we were home, again just after sunset. We saw some cool things on the way, including yet another overturned truck and a wonderful sunset.
And tonight I got my first taste of driving Sydney streets on my own (something I didn't want to do thanks to dad's hurtling trips through winding narrow streets, which scare the heck out of me!). Dad is busy with sermon prep, and sent me off to church to open up for someone, a 10-minute drive on a busy roadway. But with his powerful automatic Ford it was a dream. I don't mind looking cool in a silver streamlined car which probably cost a hell of a lot more than I could afford ever... :) Hung around the church a bit, but don't really know anyone. Worship team was practicing, youth group busy with their meeting, hall chairs being set out. I'll be helping with table decor for communion tomorrow, but that's about it. So a quick trip home, and the day is done.
Just time left for a good night's rest.
I'll bet your week was as exciting as mine! :)
PS While we were away I had a call on dad's cell/mobile from the bloke I saw last week re a job. I have an "interview" on Monday at a place an hour's drive from here, with the possibility of a position in Research & Development for Sanitarium foods (BIG company here) thanks to my Food Tech background. I'll also be meeting with the head of the Human Resources department for a face-to-face so he can check out other possibilities in the future. Before I got the call, I had this feeling that we'll be moving here soon. Too many things are lining up - the offer to pay our tickets from anon donors back in SA, this trip's timing, the meetings I've had and the opportunities that have come up, all tied in with the feeling that I could make a good life here. So keep me in your prayers, will you? I've left it up to the Big Man Upstairs as to what our future holds, and am willing to follow doors open either here or back home. It would just be nice to know where they are! :)
We all left REALLY early on Tuesday morning, some to the airport, some by car. Those who flew made it quickly and easily, hiring an extra car on the other side (a cool blue Toyota Corolla hatchback, which I certainly wouldn't mind owning...). Those who went by car had another experience altogether.
We were doing good time, and planned lunch in Coff's Harbour, which should have been a mere 1/2 hour away at 12:30. Instead we were brought to a sudden stop in a 2-hour queue thanks to a truck that had munched itself in the forest by overturning on a tight corner. We were stopped reasonably close to the front - I'd hate to think how far the line of cars, trucks and utes went back behind us by the time we started to move! (Don't know what a "ute" is? Ask and you shall be informed! :) ) Waiting gave us a chance to get out and stretch the legs, chat to others in the same predicament, and photograph arb things like the sign for "Man Arm Creek" (what the...!?), a skeletal possum, long dead and dried, "training wheels" (train wheels) on the truck in front of us and a brightly coloured bug on the median. We walked, we sat, we made up junk about things we saw. Such is long-term tripping. When we finally moved past the accident scene (digital cameras at the ready), we were famished! Hungry Jacks was our first stop and we devoured some pretty good fast food. By the time we reached Kingscliff it was long dark, and it was only the next morning that we saw the beach, a mere row of houses between where we were staying and the shore.
Before 7 next morning I was up and walking the beach, but it started to rain once I reached the stoney jetty, so I had to turn back. Got a few photos of the shoreline, the early-morning surfers and one of the many amazing trees that grows on those parts, spreading wide on many roots and branches. If I weren't old and doddery I'd have climbed one!
Once all were up and fed, half of us climbed in the rental car and the rest got in the home car, and we split up for the day. Mom, J and I headed off to SeaWorld! Praying all the way that the rain which was now REALLY coming down would let up so we could see stuff. And it did! It didn't clear, but it didn't rain until just before the place closed.
We had an awesome time there. It was well worth the $60 (R360...but I shouldn't do exchange rates!) I paid. We saw all the shows, we went on most rides (I avoided the steep dragon-boat throw-you-down-the-waterfall one, but did do the volcanic mountain throw-you-down-a-dark-tunnel one), and took photos galore.
Again, we got home after dark to find the boys (and one girl) had been to Surfer's Paradise and various other places, checked out the awesome waves, done stuff like that.
Next morning EVERYONE got a late start, to the frustration of some (of us) who like to know where we're going, when, and why everyone else isn't ready yet... :) Unfortunately I was coming down with a very sore throat and had burnt my hands on hot water draining macaroni the previous night, so was already not in the best of moods.
But when all had gathered themselves into correct bundles, and had their hair done, and their cameras batteries changed, etc., etc., etc.... we again piled into 2 cars and took off for 10-pin bowling!
It wasn't my day. I came dead last on the first 2 games, and was feeling so rotten (flu, not sorry for myself) that I sat out the third. The others did well - especially mom, whose nails are actually coming off her hands from treatment, and the skin too, but who consistently came second or first! And here I was complaining about flu and a sore finger - I didn't think that was too great of me after a bit. J did OK, but did much better when he got a metal "aimer" in hand - a device made of pipes that you situate toward what you want to hit then roll the ball off of.
Lunch was up next, and we set off to find Sizzlers - a buffet-style all you can eat place. Somewhere around Surfer's Paradise the second car (of surfers and a wife) decided it was taking too long. We'd stopped at Lookout Point to find the most perfect sets curling into shore (pics soon!), and they were eager to get out into them on hired boards. So they went their way, we went ours - and made a good meal of it once we located the restaurant well down the road.
From there it was off to Infinity! Dad had been through, so the other 3 of us went in while he minded the car (and gingerly took my handbag back to it, trying not to look too effeminate). What an experience! We almost got lost in the first room, all mirrors and tiny pinpricks of light. We completely lost J by the second room and couldn't find an exit while the endless acceleration chamber lights sped past - until I noticed one of my reflections looked a bit further away, and found the door, and J. From then on it was one wild ride. The WORST was a totally dark room where you have to push past things in the pitch-black that feel like hands and body parts and intestines that suddenly glow. There was an Aussie guy and his daughter behind us, and as he touched the first one he said "sorry mate!" - it was all I could do not to laugh out loud, but I was too busy trying to get the hell out of there. There were rooms where you look like you're floating in space, a strobe-light room where mom couldn't see how the heck I was doing what I was doing (when I was simply moving around - I've been in strobe lights before and they're FUN!), a jelly-like floor room, an endless-depth bridge to cross, a passage where the walls fill with air and squeeze you in, areas lit by lazer - I can't even remember them all! But we went WAY too fast and all too soon we were out the other side. We should have taken it really, really slowly. Most of the time though we couldn't tell where we were, other than by the glow-in-the-dark gloves and shoe covers we wore, and it was quite something to find each exit from each room. What an experience!
On the way home, the parents decided I needed new takkies (sneakers, trainers - whatever you call them). The pair I live in dad bought for my birthday 9 years ago, and although they look gross they're still fine to me! Under protest I was dragged into A-Mart and fitted into size 10's (I'm an 8 in SA), which I have to admit look pretty good.
Again we were home in the dark, but beat the surfers to it. They came home with tales of awesome rides, encounters with the guy that basically started surfing in Australia, and having to hire really bad unbreakable boards.
Very, very early this morning (as in 5:30), we were all up again, packing up the house, washing the bedding, and getting ready to leave by 7. Another 10 hour drive, mostly in pouring rain, and we were home, again just after sunset. We saw some cool things on the way, including yet another overturned truck and a wonderful sunset.
And tonight I got my first taste of driving Sydney streets on my own (something I didn't want to do thanks to dad's hurtling trips through winding narrow streets, which scare the heck out of me!). Dad is busy with sermon prep, and sent me off to church to open up for someone, a 10-minute drive on a busy roadway. But with his powerful automatic Ford it was a dream. I don't mind looking cool in a silver streamlined car which probably cost a hell of a lot more than I could afford ever... :) Hung around the church a bit, but don't really know anyone. Worship team was practicing, youth group busy with their meeting, hall chairs being set out. I'll be helping with table decor for communion tomorrow, but that's about it. So a quick trip home, and the day is done.
Just time left for a good night's rest.
I'll bet your week was as exciting as mine! :)
PS While we were away I had a call on dad's cell/mobile from the bloke I saw last week re a job. I have an "interview" on Monday at a place an hour's drive from here, with the possibility of a position in Research & Development for Sanitarium foods (BIG company here) thanks to my Food Tech background. I'll also be meeting with the head of the Human Resources department for a face-to-face so he can check out other possibilities in the future. Before I got the call, I had this feeling that we'll be moving here soon. Too many things are lining up - the offer to pay our tickets from anon donors back in SA, this trip's timing, the meetings I've had and the opportunities that have come up, all tied in with the feeling that I could make a good life here. So keep me in your prayers, will you? I've left it up to the Big Man Upstairs as to what our future holds, and am willing to follow doors open either here or back home. It would just be nice to know where they are! :)
At home in Australia
It was very much a home day today. We got up REALLY late - sleeping on the shadow side of the house, with blinds closed, we don't really see the sunrise. We look over a dark gum forest, so it takes some doing to see whether it's daylight yet or not.
This morning I proved that it is entirely possible to bake bread with Australian flour, contrary to "local" popular belief (ie mom). We had some very fresh loaves for lunch - made from scratch with not a recipe in sight. Thank goodness they worked! :) While the dough rose, I hauled out the $30 worth of bulbs I'd bought yesterday and set them out in the garden and pots. I don't even remember where I put them, so it will be a suprise for all when they come up, if they come up....
Dad went to get brother #2 and wife from the airport just after lunch, and has yet to return (it's late afternoon already). That will give us a really full house tonight! And I will do my best to be nice.
After clearing out their room, I decided some alone time was in order, and took off through the forested valley for the hospital/church/school complex road to walk a bit and explore. Son and my brother were off trying out a boomerang bought on the cheap a few days ago, so I got to be just-me for an hour or so. Not too much to look at where I went, but at least I went.
Now the day is ending, there are sounds of an arriving car, and my second-last Monday in Australia is coming to an end.
Tomorrow morning, VERY early, we head off for Brisbane area - 3 by plane, 4 by car. It's a 10-hour drive, and we'll be spending 3 days in Kingscliff. Back on Friday.
While I'm musing on being at home in Australia, let me just throw this one in. It's strange, but I DO feel quite at home. I don't think I'd have trouble adjusting to life here and I probably will enjoy it. (More thoughts another time regarding the highly-regulated society and my growing photo collection of Aussie warning signs!) My prayers have somewhat changed from "Dear God, WHATEVER" to "Dear God, can you make a move here happen perhaps?". (And no, it's got nothing to do with any males I may have met over the weekend... :) ) I'd like to give it a go, though I'll always remain a South African, funny accent and all.
Well, no more blogging till Friday, so 'bye for now! Trust we'll have a safe trip there and back.
This morning I proved that it is entirely possible to bake bread with Australian flour, contrary to "local" popular belief (ie mom). We had some very fresh loaves for lunch - made from scratch with not a recipe in sight. Thank goodness they worked! :) While the dough rose, I hauled out the $30 worth of bulbs I'd bought yesterday and set them out in the garden and pots. I don't even remember where I put them, so it will be a suprise for all when they come up, if they come up....
Dad went to get brother #2 and wife from the airport just after lunch, and has yet to return (it's late afternoon already). That will give us a really full house tonight! And I will do my best to be nice.
After clearing out their room, I decided some alone time was in order, and took off through the forested valley for the hospital/church/school complex road to walk a bit and explore. Son and my brother were off trying out a boomerang bought on the cheap a few days ago, so I got to be just-me for an hour or so. Not too much to look at where I went, but at least I went.
Now the day is ending, there are sounds of an arriving car, and my second-last Monday in Australia is coming to an end.
Tomorrow morning, VERY early, we head off for Brisbane area - 3 by plane, 4 by car. It's a 10-hour drive, and we'll be spending 3 days in Kingscliff. Back on Friday.
While I'm musing on being at home in Australia, let me just throw this one in. It's strange, but I DO feel quite at home. I don't think I'd have trouble adjusting to life here and I probably will enjoy it. (More thoughts another time regarding the highly-regulated society and my growing photo collection of Aussie warning signs!) My prayers have somewhat changed from "Dear God, WHATEVER" to "Dear God, can you make a move here happen perhaps?". (And no, it's got nothing to do with any males I may have met over the weekend... :) ) I'd like to give it a go, though I'll always remain a South African, funny accent and all.
Well, no more blogging till Friday, so 'bye for now! Trust we'll have a safe trip there and back.
Bobbin Around
Before any of us could arise out of bed this morning, dad had gone to borrow a car with a roof-rack and 2 kayaks from a neighbour. It was water-sports day!
We all piled in for a drive to Bobbin Heads, situated in a nature reserve area, and full of inlets, hills, and great picnic places for families to spend the day. Right off we ran into folk fishing under an "Absolutely no fishing allowed" sign, and spotted some pretty big (and little) fish of different varieties. We also found an old hook and dried-out bait embedded in the jetty - and extracted it for our own chance at fish enticing! We had to move around to the next bay to launch the kayaks, and dad & Brian had first shot at paddling out between the many boats already on the water. The rest of us tried to fish, or create bait from shellfish off the rocks, and took many pictures. Then it was Jason and gramp's turn, and my boy did very well! He didn't fall out or drown, he just paddled away. I wasn't going to take a turn, but decided what the heck, so into the water I went. I've forgotten how hard paddling is on the arm and shoulder muscles. There were loads of jellyfish around, and it was awesome paddling over deep clear water through bush-covered hills, surrounded by jellies. Brian and I went pretty far out, and were met on the way back by the rest of the family - they'd found a friend with a motor boat and took a half-hour trip out through the inlets with him. Cool stuff.
Back on the jetty, Brian hooked a fish! He let it go though. Someone nearby had hooked a stingray (smallish one) and did the same. By the time we finally got everything packed up an on the car, there were many, many folk out and about for the day. If I ever move to Sydney, I'm getting me a boat, kayak or something else that goes on water. It's so cool to have these places right around the corner to go to!
Back home, Brian & I made lunch to spare mom the work on Mother's Day, and my next task is a quick trip to the garden centre. I haven't yet created that spring garden for mom, but Mother's Day is as good a day as any to do so! I'm going to put bulbs in pots, one garden bed, and various random surprise places so that when Spring arrives, things will bloom all over.
I must say, I could really do with a nap this afternoon. Fresh air, sunshine and a good drenching (got wet to the waist) tires one out!
We all piled in for a drive to Bobbin Heads, situated in a nature reserve area, and full of inlets, hills, and great picnic places for families to spend the day. Right off we ran into folk fishing under an "Absolutely no fishing allowed" sign, and spotted some pretty big (and little) fish of different varieties. We also found an old hook and dried-out bait embedded in the jetty - and extracted it for our own chance at fish enticing! We had to move around to the next bay to launch the kayaks, and dad & Brian had first shot at paddling out between the many boats already on the water. The rest of us tried to fish, or create bait from shellfish off the rocks, and took many pictures. Then it was Jason and gramp's turn, and my boy did very well! He didn't fall out or drown, he just paddled away. I wasn't going to take a turn, but decided what the heck, so into the water I went. I've forgotten how hard paddling is on the arm and shoulder muscles. There were loads of jellyfish around, and it was awesome paddling over deep clear water through bush-covered hills, surrounded by jellies. Brian and I went pretty far out, and were met on the way back by the rest of the family - they'd found a friend with a motor boat and took a half-hour trip out through the inlets with him. Cool stuff.
Back on the jetty, Brian hooked a fish! He let it go though. Someone nearby had hooked a stingray (smallish one) and did the same. By the time we finally got everything packed up an on the car, there were many, many folk out and about for the day. If I ever move to Sydney, I'm getting me a boat, kayak or something else that goes on water. It's so cool to have these places right around the corner to go to!
Back home, Brian & I made lunch to spare mom the work on Mother's Day, and my next task is a quick trip to the garden centre. I haven't yet created that spring garden for mom, but Mother's Day is as good a day as any to do so! I'm going to put bulbs in pots, one garden bed, and various random surprise places so that when Spring arrives, things will bloom all over.
I must say, I could really do with a nap this afternoon. Fresh air, sunshine and a good drenching (got wet to the waist) tires one out!
Shopping & Meeting The Locals
It's been a busy two days! Friday was spent mostly shopping - first at Koorong (?) bookstore - a big Christian bookshop, where I wanted to get a CD/DVD combo for the parents, but only came up with the CD. They like it though. Australia isn't like SA - back home every CD shop has a Christian section, here there's nothing.
I also had an appointment on the way there with a guy at the church headquarters, who now has the task of checking whether I can get a job/sponsorship through them or not. We'll see what that turns up... He's a cool young bloke, spiked hair and all, and we had a good chat about options.
The entire Friday afternoon had to do with some serious clothing acquisitions - firstly from second-hand op-shops, and then the mall itself. I picked up HUGE bargains. The op-shops yielded the perfect lined, tailored black jacket, 5 tops, a Steven King novel (for the long airport waits on the way back) and 2 board games for the kid - all for around $40!!! The mall gave up 2 boy's t-shirts and one for me. I dunno what happened, but the kid's shirts were priced $5.50 - yet when we got the till they rang up as $1.86! MAJOR bargain. Same thing with a big Dragons play set my son bought - said $50 on the box, got it for $40. We ain't complaining.
Today, being Saturday (Sabbath), it was off to church with the parents. With trepidation, as I'd heard all about those "church bachelors", and they'd heard all about me. Well, right away I met a very nice bloke - though I was told 47 is too old for me (he's 47? looked 37...!). Ran into yesterday's interview guy manning the coffee machine, and then the cell group folk. After service and the weekly lunch, I met a few more people. Oh, had to stand up and say hi in the old folk's service, but thankfully not the main Audo one...! Ran into one guy who knows my parents well (my dad reversed his new car into Kev's recently), and who, along with his wife, fancies himself a bit of a matchmaker. He managed to get the last folk he matched married, and is looking for further victims. So he promptly called up all the eligible chaps to meet me. One heard South Africans are wild, and ran away rather fast (good laugh we had!), a couple others stopped by to say their hi's. And Kev is still scheming... :) He's importing someone from outta town for next week's service!
Out of all of them, the "old" bloke is the best so far. But I ain't dropping no hints to anyone in the family as to what I liked and what I didn't out of everyone I came across (Kev says it's not matchmaking, it's "networking"). Apparently there will be more to meet me next week...
Had a ball at church though. It's a super one, and the boy-band (no women on the worship team today) did excellent musical work. There are a load of friendly faces every place you turn, all glad to meet this SA girlie.
We got to walk home through the valley, which is quite a climb in "church" shoes, and now some have gone walking while others sleep. Me, well I was asked to come up with ideas for table decor for next week's communion, so am surfing the net for stuff.
We're (maybe) off to Hillsong tonight to check it out (me, kid and mom), but will not stay for the entire thing. Just enough to say been there, done that, took the pics.
I hope my dogs are surviving without me. I really miss them.
::update::
We're giving Hillsong a miss tonight. Mom's hands are really bad once more, and a couple of family friends from Zimbabwe days just pitched up. No loss though.
I also had an appointment on the way there with a guy at the church headquarters, who now has the task of checking whether I can get a job/sponsorship through them or not. We'll see what that turns up... He's a cool young bloke, spiked hair and all, and we had a good chat about options.
The entire Friday afternoon had to do with some serious clothing acquisitions - firstly from second-hand op-shops, and then the mall itself. I picked up HUGE bargains. The op-shops yielded the perfect lined, tailored black jacket, 5 tops, a Steven King novel (for the long airport waits on the way back) and 2 board games for the kid - all for around $40!!! The mall gave up 2 boy's t-shirts and one for me. I dunno what happened, but the kid's shirts were priced $5.50 - yet when we got the till they rang up as $1.86! MAJOR bargain. Same thing with a big Dragons play set my son bought - said $50 on the box, got it for $40. We ain't complaining.
Today, being Saturday (Sabbath), it was off to church with the parents. With trepidation, as I'd heard all about those "church bachelors", and they'd heard all about me. Well, right away I met a very nice bloke - though I was told 47 is too old for me (he's 47? looked 37...!). Ran into yesterday's interview guy manning the coffee machine, and then the cell group folk. After service and the weekly lunch, I met a few more people. Oh, had to stand up and say hi in the old folk's service, but thankfully not the main Audo one...! Ran into one guy who knows my parents well (my dad reversed his new car into Kev's recently), and who, along with his wife, fancies himself a bit of a matchmaker. He managed to get the last folk he matched married, and is looking for further victims. So he promptly called up all the eligible chaps to meet me. One heard South Africans are wild, and ran away rather fast (good laugh we had!), a couple others stopped by to say their hi's. And Kev is still scheming... :) He's importing someone from outta town for next week's service!
Out of all of them, the "old" bloke is the best so far. But I ain't dropping no hints to anyone in the family as to what I liked and what I didn't out of everyone I came across (Kev says it's not matchmaking, it's "networking"). Apparently there will be more to meet me next week...
Had a ball at church though. It's a super one, and the boy-band (no women on the worship team today) did excellent musical work. There are a load of friendly faces every place you turn, all glad to meet this SA girlie.
We got to walk home through the valley, which is quite a climb in "church" shoes, and now some have gone walking while others sleep. Me, well I was asked to come up with ideas for table decor for next week's communion, so am surfing the net for stuff.
We're (maybe) off to Hillsong tonight to check it out (me, kid and mom), but will not stay for the entire thing. Just enough to say been there, done that, took the pics.
I hope my dogs are surviving without me. I really miss them.
::update::
We're giving Hillsong a miss tonight. Mom's hands are really bad once more, and a couple of family friends from Zimbabwe days just pitched up. No loss though.
Sydney by day
Thursday was Sydney day! My brother Brian, my son Jason and I headed off early by train to explore the city and see all those famous sites.
We happened to hit the one day that the trains were delayed thanks to signal failure, and it took us nearly 2 hours to get to the city, but we did eventually make it. We started out at Town Hall, then wandered down to Darling Harbour and had a good look around. (Watch this space for a great shot of tower, monorail and city soon). J & I did the aquarium (it's good, but we prefer the one in Cape Town for layout and things to see/do), surrounded by 8 school groups and one very large, very loud group of Japanese tourists. Needless to say, it was impossible to linger anywhere... After that, we headed back into the city with Brian to catch a bus to Circular Quay - we'd bought $15 daytripper tickets that got us on to all sorts of things with that one piece of paper. Brian found a beautiful opal pendant for his wife, then it was time for a ferry to Manly. A bit chilly, but it wasn't too choppy and we really enjoyed the trip over. An excessive amount of photos was taken of everything in site, as usual (I took 150 yesterday alone!).
At Manly I went in search of lunch (J had downed hot chips earlier and B was working his way through the sushi take-away bars, bit by bit). I found a place called Ali Baba's, which makes something called a K'Bab - basically thin flat bread (almost like a tortilla), with fillings of your choice. Not having a clue as to what I wanted, I let the owner go wild, and he dished up the best thing I've tasted in ages! Falafel, lettuce, tahini, onions, sour cream, sweet chilli sauce, jalapenos, tomato, and a topping of melting cheese. All that, and a drink, for a mere $5.95! I was completely impressed and went back to tell him so. He also gave me a sample of shaved lamb, and although I generally hate red meat I have to admit it was DIVINE.
We wandered forth from there toward the beach, stopping in a "$10 or less" shop, and picking up some incredible bargains. Onward through surf shops and other things we went, marvelling in aisles full of magazines, clothing and stuff in every shape and colour. The beach was choppy and windy, and it was nearly time to head home so we caught the 4:30 ferry back. We had a wonderful sunset view of the city and arrived back at dock to the sound of The Web - two guys on digiridoos with a dance beat backing. They had CDs for sale and I snapped one up, being told I was on my way to heaven as a result. From there it was a long, crowded train trip in the dark back to our home station, where we persuaded dad by phone to pick us up, as our feet had had it.
You would think we'd try for an early night after that, wouldn't you? Well no - the first episode of a new Amazing Race series was on, so it was a late one... :) And talking TV, we've been lapping up all 3 varieties of CSI, a season of Survivor we have yet to see back home, and various other excellent stuff. There is ALWAYS time to be a TV addict while on holiday!
Today I have an appointment with the guy that may be able to give me a job, and a migration visa opportunity. We'll see what happens - it's not an interview, but rather just a "hi, I'm around". Later today we'll get the last big shop done (cash doesn't last forever...). To think that a mere week ago we were still in South Africa! It seems like we've been here for ages.
OH, and I DID meet an Aussie guy yesterday, but before you get your hopes up, he was doing the ask-for-donations-on-the-street thing for some cause. :) Had a nice chat with him though.
We happened to hit the one day that the trains were delayed thanks to signal failure, and it took us nearly 2 hours to get to the city, but we did eventually make it. We started out at Town Hall, then wandered down to Darling Harbour and had a good look around. (Watch this space for a great shot of tower, monorail and city soon). J & I did the aquarium (it's good, but we prefer the one in Cape Town for layout and things to see/do), surrounded by 8 school groups and one very large, very loud group of Japanese tourists. Needless to say, it was impossible to linger anywhere... After that, we headed back into the city with Brian to catch a bus to Circular Quay - we'd bought $15 daytripper tickets that got us on to all sorts of things with that one piece of paper. Brian found a beautiful opal pendant for his wife, then it was time for a ferry to Manly. A bit chilly, but it wasn't too choppy and we really enjoyed the trip over. An excessive amount of photos was taken of everything in site, as usual (I took 150 yesterday alone!).
At Manly I went in search of lunch (J had downed hot chips earlier and B was working his way through the sushi take-away bars, bit by bit). I found a place called Ali Baba's, which makes something called a K'Bab - basically thin flat bread (almost like a tortilla), with fillings of your choice. Not having a clue as to what I wanted, I let the owner go wild, and he dished up the best thing I've tasted in ages! Falafel, lettuce, tahini, onions, sour cream, sweet chilli sauce, jalapenos, tomato, and a topping of melting cheese. All that, and a drink, for a mere $5.95! I was completely impressed and went back to tell him so. He also gave me a sample of shaved lamb, and although I generally hate red meat I have to admit it was DIVINE.
We wandered forth from there toward the beach, stopping in a "$10 or less" shop, and picking up some incredible bargains. Onward through surf shops and other things we went, marvelling in aisles full of magazines, clothing and stuff in every shape and colour. The beach was choppy and windy, and it was nearly time to head home so we caught the 4:30 ferry back. We had a wonderful sunset view of the city and arrived back at dock to the sound of The Web - two guys on digiridoos with a dance beat backing. They had CDs for sale and I snapped one up, being told I was on my way to heaven as a result. From there it was a long, crowded train trip in the dark back to our home station, where we persuaded dad by phone to pick us up, as our feet had had it.
You would think we'd try for an early night after that, wouldn't you? Well no - the first episode of a new Amazing Race series was on, so it was a late one... :) And talking TV, we've been lapping up all 3 varieties of CSI, a season of Survivor we have yet to see back home, and various other excellent stuff. There is ALWAYS time to be a TV addict while on holiday!
Today I have an appointment with the guy that may be able to give me a job, and a migration visa opportunity. We'll see what happens - it's not an interview, but rather just a "hi, I'm around". Later today we'll get the last big shop done (cash doesn't last forever...). To think that a mere week ago we were still in South Africa! It seems like we've been here for ages.
OH, and I DID meet an Aussie guy yesterday, but before you get your hopes up, he was doing the ask-for-donations-on-the-street thing for some cause. :) Had a nice chat with him though.
Three days in Oz
As you may have guessed, I'm way too busy having a holiday to blog constantly, but am taking a few minutes now to do so before you all think I've died or something.
We've been out and about quite a bit. On Monday, it was a bushwalk along part of the Great North Trail that runs from Sydney to Newcastle (160km, but we only did a few km near the house) for Gramps, me and grandkid. We spotted strange fungus, interesting plants, a river in a gorge, and a few hard-to-see birds, including the whip and lyre birds. Too cool! Photos were taken of many arb things, but that's what cameras are for. Later in the day we fed kookaburras, cockatoos, rainbow lorakeets and king parrots off the bedroom balcony. Wow...
Tuesday was a walk of another kind - our long-awaited mall-crawl. Unfortunately we had a mere 2 hours to check out 3 layers of shops, and didn't get further than one side of the promenade. But we DID see some pretty cool stuff. My son now has a wonderful winter jacket and pants, and lunch consisted of divine ice-cream, donuts and chips. Sometimes one has to splurge and forget all healthy living. We'll be back to check out the rest of the mall and buy some stuff we've seen and given thought to later this week. One thing one never sees in SA is pet-shops selling puppies, which I saw in this mall. They are the cutest things, going for astronomical prices, but I left feeling heartsore that these wonderful creatures had to spend their days behind glass, on shredded paper - no running, no loving, no nothing. I wanted to gather them all up and take them home to Real Life for Dogs.
Today it was off to Koala Park for Gran, me and grandson, while Gramps and his son (my one brother arrived yesterday) hit the driving range with their golf clubs. Took LOADS of pics of every creature we came across. Digital is so cool, you can happy-snap everything in sight, and I suspect I rivalled the Japanese tour group we came across for number of pics taken... :) Got to see my first dingoes, and nearly had a corella parrot take my nose off thanks to talking to it a bit too close.
This afternoon I had a hair appointment, which required a long, hard walk through the valley and up the other side. I gave Jess free reign to do an "extreme makeover" with my tired, and tired-of tresses. Unfortunately she really liked both the texture and colour of what I already have, so I only ended up with piles of layers, extra-curls (need to stock up on gel and hairspray to get the same effect at home!) and a suggestion that I don't do a thing to the colour. Here I was hoping to go back dramatically different, but it appears the best me is already what I've got. Ah well. I'll have to live with it I suppose. That was my first real haircut in many years (usually just take the scissors to it myself when it starts irritating me), and I think I'll keep it up in future.
Right now mom's out at the doctor (her hands are so swollen from chemo and she's coming up in sores everywhere, so has gone to have a hard word with her doc re steroid treatment as a counter-measure and leaving off chemo in favour of quality over quantity of life....), dad and brother are camera-shopping for him, and son's downstairs - yet again on the newly-discovered internet that keeps him busy for many hours each day. The galah parrot Dory is awaiting my shoulder while I tackle dishes and Fishbone the cat wants a scratch. Life is good on holiday!
And yes, someday there will be pictures, as soon as I can upload a few to Flickr.
We've been out and about quite a bit. On Monday, it was a bushwalk along part of the Great North Trail that runs from Sydney to Newcastle (160km, but we only did a few km near the house) for Gramps, me and grandkid. We spotted strange fungus, interesting plants, a river in a gorge, and a few hard-to-see birds, including the whip and lyre birds. Too cool! Photos were taken of many arb things, but that's what cameras are for. Later in the day we fed kookaburras, cockatoos, rainbow lorakeets and king parrots off the bedroom balcony. Wow...
Tuesday was a walk of another kind - our long-awaited mall-crawl. Unfortunately we had a mere 2 hours to check out 3 layers of shops, and didn't get further than one side of the promenade. But we DID see some pretty cool stuff. My son now has a wonderful winter jacket and pants, and lunch consisted of divine ice-cream, donuts and chips. Sometimes one has to splurge and forget all healthy living. We'll be back to check out the rest of the mall and buy some stuff we've seen and given thought to later this week. One thing one never sees in SA is pet-shops selling puppies, which I saw in this mall. They are the cutest things, going for astronomical prices, but I left feeling heartsore that these wonderful creatures had to spend their days behind glass, on shredded paper - no running, no loving, no nothing. I wanted to gather them all up and take them home to Real Life for Dogs.
Today it was off to Koala Park for Gran, me and grandson, while Gramps and his son (my one brother arrived yesterday) hit the driving range with their golf clubs. Took LOADS of pics of every creature we came across. Digital is so cool, you can happy-snap everything in sight, and I suspect I rivalled the Japanese tour group we came across for number of pics taken... :) Got to see my first dingoes, and nearly had a corella parrot take my nose off thanks to talking to it a bit too close.
This afternoon I had a hair appointment, which required a long, hard walk through the valley and up the other side. I gave Jess free reign to do an "extreme makeover" with my tired, and tired-of tresses. Unfortunately she really liked both the texture and colour of what I already have, so I only ended up with piles of layers, extra-curls (need to stock up on gel and hairspray to get the same effect at home!) and a suggestion that I don't do a thing to the colour. Here I was hoping to go back dramatically different, but it appears the best me is already what I've got. Ah well. I'll have to live with it I suppose. That was my first real haircut in many years (usually just take the scissors to it myself when it starts irritating me), and I think I'll keep it up in future.
Right now mom's out at the doctor (her hands are so swollen from chemo and she's coming up in sores everywhere, so has gone to have a hard word with her doc re steroid treatment as a counter-measure and leaving off chemo in favour of quality over quantity of life....), dad and brother are camera-shopping for him, and son's downstairs - yet again on the newly-discovered internet that keeps him busy for many hours each day. The galah parrot Dory is awaiting my shoulder while I tackle dishes and Fishbone the cat wants a scratch. Life is good on holiday!
And yes, someday there will be pictures, as soon as I can upload a few to Flickr.
Northern Beaches
Today was our first trip out and about around Sydney, and because the weather was great dad took us to see the Northern Beaches area, just a quick trip - but one of those "hurtle along the highways" ones we're becoming so familiar with... I'm enjoying using my new little digital camera, and before you ask - pics will be posted soon!
There is more to tell, but I think jetlag has caught up with me. I'm very tired, feeling ill and got a major headache (which could also be caffiene withdrawal). So this is short and sweet for now. More when I can see straight.
There is more to tell, but I think jetlag has caught up with me. I'm very tired, feeling ill and got a major headache (which could also be caffiene withdrawal). So this is short and sweet for now. More when I can see straight.
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