Strange Notations From a Laborious Life

As I sit here this morning, thinking about how relaxing and enjoyable it is sitting at home, scouring the internet for any piece of news that might interest me, listening to the steady rain that has started to fall my thoughts wandered back to the trial that I will have to put up with this afternoon and this evening.
I almost feel like blowing off work for the day but if I did that every time I felt the urge then I would never be there! And unfortunately one has to make his stake in life somewhere. For me it is Australia Post and the Canberra Mail Centre.
It’s amazing when you think back on your life and all the little twists and turns it takes over the years and those intersections you come to where you can send yourself in one direction or another and have to decide which is best for you.
Now I’m not one to sit here in melancholia and decry the choices I have made in life. Far from it. I don’t regret who I have become because that is the way life has taken me and I made my own choices. Perhaps I could have gotten more out of this existence but I am happy with the way it has turned out and I am still young and plenty of chapters are yet to be written.
But sometimes I do wonder where I would be if I had been a bit bolder, a little less introverted, a little less conservative. The one time in my life I took the big risk the result exploded in my hands but again it was my own fault for which I take full responsibility. And I can’t say I wouldn’t do it again. However that part of my memory is for my private thoughts only.
It’s funny the things I remember that aren’t important when I am sure there are things of great significance that I should remember but can’t.
Just yesterday I was working with someone on the good old barcode sorter when the conversation wheeled around, somehow, to the now defunct Newtown Jets Rugby League Football Club that use to play in the big league in Sydney. I can remember them playing Parramatta in the Grand Final in 1983.
The conversation jogged my memory and I recalled being at the game at Seiffert oval when I was 12 where the Canberra Raiders scored their first ever victory in the NSW Rugby League competition. It was over Newtown. The score was 11-10. I ran on the field after the game with my best friend Andrew Williamson.
A small sliver in the back of my mind. The brain is a funny thing. Too bad I don’t use mine to better effect!
So that is my ramble for the day. I was feeling a bit introspective and thought I would give myself an outlet and write things down.
So now it’s off to do a bit of cleaning up and I hope to read a bit more about Everett Ruess and perhaps finish the biography of his short life I am reading as another book about the DB Cooper hijacking arrived yesterday and I am itching to get into that. My reading is material is backing up. Maybe I should have the day off! Ciao for now.