D-Day, 6th of June has rolled around again and the sun is shining although looking out my bedroom window it appears that more rain is not far away. The weather across south-eastern Australia over the last days for anyone reading who is not in these climes has been awful.
Cyclonic winds battered Sydney and although here in Canberra it didn’t reach those extremes it certainly rocked and rolled for a while. I heard horror stories at work from colleagues whose garden furniture was thrown around and shade cloth on pergolas destroyed.
Amazingly, all my clothes are still on the line! I expected people to be finding my AP workshirts in Monash but, gazing down on the hills hoist from my elevated vantage point I can see that all my finery is present and correct, although looking a little frazzled. The items concerned are not hanging loosely as I left them but have the appearance of soldiers who have been caught in a barrage in no man’s land and have been left by their comrades to hang on the old barbed wire.
Life has continued at it’s usual gentle gait over the last week or so. Sometimes the journey does seem to traverse a barren wilderness but there is always a beacon to light the way and an oasis up ahead to rest and refresh and make the trip seem worthwhile.
Work is much the same as always. Linda is always asking me how my day at the MC has gone and did anything of note happen and I think she often regards me as a recalcitrant when I report that all was quiet and there is nothing to say about my day but the fact is I am telling the truth.
The job has settled into a rhythm of tedium that has perhaps always been present but is now missing any sort of excitement bar the odd minor industrial spat to break the boredom.
In days gone by there was always a bit of gossip due to agitation of some sort occuring in the precints whether it be of a personal or professional nature but those days seem to be past and the days blur into a single ribbon spread over the tapestry of life with little fancy needlework done on it to make it brighter or more attractive.
As for myself I have been lucky enough to be able to sit up and watch the Criterium du Dauphine bike race when I get home and as I have said before, too much bike racing on TV is never enough.
It can be wearing during the three weeks of the Tour de France, to sit up every night watching those lycra clad fools strut their stuff on the big stage but the Dauphine only goes for a week so I feel I can handle it.
I regard it as training for the Tour which of course will be coming up in July.
And that has been my life for the past few days. Nothing notable that is going to make folks want to get to know me better but I like it with all it’s imperfections and intend to keep living it as well as I can.
Hope all of you who are in these parts rug up well and do your best to avoid flying debris and I will continue on my way, negtiating all that the powers above can throw at me to the best of my ability. Have a nice day.
Cyclonic winds battered Sydney and although here in Canberra it didn’t reach those extremes it certainly rocked and rolled for a while. I heard horror stories at work from colleagues whose garden furniture was thrown around and shade cloth on pergolas destroyed.
Amazingly, all my clothes are still on the line! I expected people to be finding my AP workshirts in Monash but, gazing down on the hills hoist from my elevated vantage point I can see that all my finery is present and correct, although looking a little frazzled. The items concerned are not hanging loosely as I left them but have the appearance of soldiers who have been caught in a barrage in no man’s land and have been left by their comrades to hang on the old barbed wire.
Life has continued at it’s usual gentle gait over the last week or so. Sometimes the journey does seem to traverse a barren wilderness but there is always a beacon to light the way and an oasis up ahead to rest and refresh and make the trip seem worthwhile.
Work is much the same as always. Linda is always asking me how my day at the MC has gone and did anything of note happen and I think she often regards me as a recalcitrant when I report that all was quiet and there is nothing to say about my day but the fact is I am telling the truth.
The job has settled into a rhythm of tedium that has perhaps always been present but is now missing any sort of excitement bar the odd minor industrial spat to break the boredom.
In days gone by there was always a bit of gossip due to agitation of some sort occuring in the precints whether it be of a personal or professional nature but those days seem to be past and the days blur into a single ribbon spread over the tapestry of life with little fancy needlework done on it to make it brighter or more attractive.
As for myself I have been lucky enough to be able to sit up and watch the Criterium du Dauphine bike race when I get home and as I have said before, too much bike racing on TV is never enough.
It can be wearing during the three weeks of the Tour de France, to sit up every night watching those lycra clad fools strut their stuff on the big stage but the Dauphine only goes for a week so I feel I can handle it.
I regard it as training for the Tour which of course will be coming up in July.
And that has been my life for the past few days. Nothing notable that is going to make folks want to get to know me better but I like it with all it’s imperfections and intend to keep living it as well as I can.
Hope all of you who are in these parts rug up well and do your best to avoid flying debris and I will continue on my way, negtiating all that the powers above can throw at me to the best of my ability. Have a nice day.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 