This is my week of student life (minus the student ‘lifestyle’) and while it’s mentally stimulating…it is also somehow really really relaxing. It got me to wondering if it’s really ‘wrong’ to enjoy being holed up in a hotel room ….alone!
I mean at 50something with young ones launched, home is relatively peaceful…It’s just me and Mr 50something whiling away the evenings in comfortable marital bliss.
But the TV blares, and somehow everywhere I look there are jobs calling and demands on my time and attention; all contributing their bit toward a low level chaos in my mind. I admit many (in fact most)of these pressures are self imposed but, by contrast, being here in my ultra modern minimalist environment is really quite calming and I would say … ‘almost’ therapeutic.
Having the super-soft king sized bed all to myself… the brilliant shower for as long as I want it (without having to clean it)…AND having total control over the TV & air con remote controls…is just heaven.
I can please myself what…or IF I want to eat…and can read in bed for as long as I like without disturbing anyone.
Now I am certainly not advocating this radical circumstance become a permanent arrangement, but my 2 annual mini-getaways really DO make the world a better place, and I would thoroughly recommend it to anyone.
No need to enrol in Uni…. just check yourself into a comfy hotel and give it a try.
It’s amazing how a fairly frail and elderly gent can have more impact on the bad habits of drivers than any amount of police surveillance.
I drive past 4 schools on my daily trek to work, usually within that dreaded 40kph time zone. As I have mentioned before I take extra special care these days not to exceed the limit by even 1or 2 kph… my point-score & my wallet simply can’t afford it…BUT I have been taking particular note of the behaviour of others.
Now, only one of the four school areas has an attendant on hand to help the little people cross the busy main road, and it’s an amazing thing to watch.
This elderly gent stands ‘at the ready’ on the footpath, with his paddle-pop stop sign and high vis vest …just waiting to be called into action. Every single car slows to the appropriate speed and he gives each one a wave of thanks and a great big smile in return. What a win win story …great way for him to start the day…great way for speed to be controlled…great for public costs to be cut (rather than dispatching a police car with a radar camera)…great for the kids to be safe…and GREAT for him to feel important !!!
I say well done and thanks to all the paddle pop people protecting our petite pedestrians.
After being caught in some kind of timewarp LAST Friday and getting it all wrong …we made it tonight to catch this awesome and moving show.
If you remember the 70’s…the incense, the flowers, the garage bands, the weed and the war… If you loved the music, and you feel like a bit of time travel.. do yourself a huge favour and get there.
Definitely Baby Boomer bliss … plus a fabulous way to share our history and our music with our young’ns…and to reinforce the futility and stupidity of war.
Limited shows but if you are quick you might strike it lucky here !!!!
I know I’ve said it before …. but you’ve gotta love the endless entertainment and people watching opportunities while travelling on a train .
Today while returning to the outer western ‘burbs’ after a meeting, I found myself on the ‘quiet carriage’ … (such a great invention) … and it was all beautifully peaceful….until ….
The well dressed guy sitting opposite me with his ear plugs firmly in place, started tapping his feet in time with a favourite song. There he was in a world of his own busting a few dance moves with his feet, while sitting with his head back and eyes closed, and looking like he was in heaven.
I sat pondering the obvious enjoyment of this young man who was clearly in his own little bubble ….then suddenly he burst into song…loud…clear …and definitely waaay off key… Hilarious!
Then, just like someone flicked a switch, he opened his eyes and instantly realised where he was, and that he had an audience…OOPS!
Mmmm probably not QUITE ready for the X Factor mate …thanks for the entertainment, but my advice stick?… with your day job.
I know I should try harder with the whole environmental thing, and I do TRY to remember my envirobags when I head to the shops…but there are those times that I get caught short and find myself relying on the plastic tear-off bags for my fruit and veges.
Today was one of those days, and it reminded me how tricky a ‘quick-stop at the shop’ has become.
There I was, just popping in for one or two items, with my wallet, car keys, phone and reading glasses in my hand. Next minute I’m trying to juggle said items, dropping them clumsily amongst the avocados while feeling for firmness with one hand and the trying to tear a bag off with the other. Finally I manage to rip my bag off … but the next challenge was to actually separate the plastic layers to open it.
No matter how hard I tried I could not part it (having dropped my glasses, I was flying blind, and it took a while to realise that I was trying in vain to open the sealed edge…). But I stood there determined that the damn thing was NOT going to beat me … I mean it can’t be THAT hard…. can it ?
Success at last !! Then… to complete my ‘quick stop’ I headed to the self serve checkout – another habit I have tried to avoid…. but I was rushing…ok?
Well there I was, balancing my bits and pieces (now along with the added complication of my shopping) … and trying to manoeuvre a bag open to drop my goods into… Again it won’t play!!! The bags were all bunched together and stubbornly refusing to be budged with my one free hand.
So I guess I can say I have taken the hint …and my envirobag collection is once again tucked safely in the back of the car.
Having been drilled into the fine art of ‘hospital corners’ as a young nurse … it pains me to see how sloppy we have become with the craft of creating a well made bed.
Last century’s introduction of fitted sheets ….quickly followed by the feather doona, changed our whole approach to the job… No more need for neatness, just stretch the bottom sheet and let the elastic do the rest …then fluff the doona and it’s done.
SO easy, yet today I couldn’t manage it before I ran out the door.
It’s a funny thing, but I can count on one hand, the days that I’ve left the house without making the bed …and I’ve gotta admit that it’s just one of ‘those’ obsessions for me . I can’t bear the idea of crawling into an unmade bed (whatever that is given that we don’t ACTUALLY make them these days) … nor walking back into the house after work to see a pile of feathers lumped in the middle of the mattress.
Long gone are the old days of smooth flat fitted sheet… top sheet …and a couple of blankets all turned over at the top and perfectly tucked, before being topped off with a floral fitted bedspread.