The cool hand of winter has begun to slap, poke and prod us like a cat toying with a mouse before the final kill. Like a cat, winter has no compassion or empathy, it is an intractable, unbeatable foe whom you can only hope to co-exist with. Today is a curtain raiser, before we descend into the dark depths of mid-year and the icy chill that comes with it.
There are plenty of things I should be doing today rather than playing on a computer. The yard, as always needs work and Linda and I bought two new stools for our kitchen counter which will take some time and effort to construct and of course there is always a myriad of other tasks that I could find for myself if only I could motivate myself to do them.
I don’t know how other people do university degrees that take up much of their time or high paying jobs that involve long hours and still manage to get things done that are essential to their everyday survival. It’s obvious that my time management skills are lacking. Or maybe I’m just lazy.
I was in Melbourne for a night over the Easter break to attend a session of the World Track Cycling Championships so it was a hectic weekend with a lot of driving but I’m glad I made the effort.
The racing itself for the most part was good with a rip-roaring pointscore championship resulting in a win by Cam Meyer which brought the house down.
It reminded me of the value and entertaiment that track cycling at such a level can deliver and, in my opinion, the Paris to Roubaix road race which was shown live on TV on Sunday night paled in comparison to the World Madison Championship which was also on live.
Why the best spectacle in the sport has been left to wither and die is beyond me but I pity those generations of cycling fans who are yet to be born who will never have the chance to see and enjoy a fantastic Aces scratch race or high quality championship racing such as I witnessed on Saturday night.
I stayed at the Quest Apartments in Fitzroy, tucked right away in a cobbled lane near the Exhibition Building where Australia’s first parliament was held.
Walking down the lane to the apartments in what was once one of the mean backstreets of Fitzroy always makes my mind wander to the human dramas that have been played out in these streets through the years. The real history of Australia that will never be known and lives lived that will never be mentioned in any history books. These are the people who helped make our country great. A part of our heritage gone forever but it is still nice to be able to glimpse a bit of old Melbourne in the new glamorous, cosmopolitan city that it is now.
So it was a long drive back on Sunday and a sleep in on Easter Monday, a walk in the afternoon and before I knew it the four day break was over and I am preparing myself for another week in the “happiness factory”.
It won’t be so bad. A short week is always welcome and Saturday will soon be with us again and the world will keep turning.
I hope everyone had a great Easter and that the working week is a happy one for all. Until next time.
There are plenty of things I should be doing today rather than playing on a computer. The yard, as always needs work and Linda and I bought two new stools for our kitchen counter which will take some time and effort to construct and of course there is always a myriad of other tasks that I could find for myself if only I could motivate myself to do them.
I don’t know how other people do university degrees that take up much of their time or high paying jobs that involve long hours and still manage to get things done that are essential to their everyday survival. It’s obvious that my time management skills are lacking. Or maybe I’m just lazy.
I was in Melbourne for a night over the Easter break to attend a session of the World Track Cycling Championships so it was a hectic weekend with a lot of driving but I’m glad I made the effort.
The racing itself for the most part was good with a rip-roaring pointscore championship resulting in a win by Cam Meyer which brought the house down.
It reminded me of the value and entertaiment that track cycling at such a level can deliver and, in my opinion, the Paris to Roubaix road race which was shown live on TV on Sunday night paled in comparison to the World Madison Championship which was also on live.
Why the best spectacle in the sport has been left to wither and die is beyond me but I pity those generations of cycling fans who are yet to be born who will never have the chance to see and enjoy a fantastic Aces scratch race or high quality championship racing such as I witnessed on Saturday night.
I stayed at the Quest Apartments in Fitzroy, tucked right away in a cobbled lane near the Exhibition Building where Australia’s first parliament was held.
Walking down the lane to the apartments in what was once one of the mean backstreets of Fitzroy always makes my mind wander to the human dramas that have been played out in these streets through the years. The real history of Australia that will never be known and lives lived that will never be mentioned in any history books. These are the people who helped make our country great. A part of our heritage gone forever but it is still nice to be able to glimpse a bit of old Melbourne in the new glamorous, cosmopolitan city that it is now.
So it was a long drive back on Sunday and a sleep in on Easter Monday, a walk in the afternoon and before I knew it the four day break was over and I am preparing myself for another week in the “happiness factory”.
It won’t be so bad. A short week is always welcome and Saturday will soon be with us again and the world will keep turning.
I hope everyone had a great Easter and that the working week is a happy one for all. Until next time.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 