This game was great. Sale Day. JD leads from the front. The bullpen got a little wobbly. Leon did great behind the plate. So many broken bats and a pitch invader. I wish I was there.
Woot woot – regular season starts on Friday morning (Aussie time) and I’m actually prepared ahead of time for following my Red Sox.
Last year’s tracker was a bit of a mishmash of game results, some notes on how the team was going and any injuries, and replicating the win/loss against the other four teams in the American League east division. I felt like I was flicking across three different types of graphs and doing everything three times.
This year I reckon it’ll be easier to see how the BoSox are going if I have the divisional team win/loss in sight the whole time, so I’ve used up a few more pages to have the game notes across only the top of the page with the division across the bottom of the first and fifth pages.
I find it tough to stay positive through the drudge of my real-life workday. Staying mindful of what I want that would be better for me gets a little lost in the knee-jerk required to fix the perpetual drama of the day. And none of which adds to me achieving my goal for a more inspired life.
So this morning, I began with deciding on one small step I can do today that keeps my mind out of the humdrum and reminds me of my bigger picture. I plan to do it at lunchtime so it’s scheduled and is something I’m now looking forward to. Usually any break I take out of the office involves crossing off a chore on the to do list.
What’s your one step on the road to what you really truly want? Big dreams come true one little piece at a time. Chip away at it.
Stamen’s website allows you to type in a place and it renders a map of it in watercolour. Fantastic for scrapbooks of travel, framed on your home’s “Wall of Life”, or part of your travel journal all marked up with where you have been – or want to go!
Go here – http://maps.stamen.com
I’m looking forward to moving in to my own place – but the thing I’m most excited about is painting one single wall in a room. That’s all. It’s the only thing that would make me happier in the place. Strange by true. It’s currently a happy and bright blue colour – a cross between Valleys Diehard and French Royal – but it’s too bright for my idea of a bedroom. My perfect bedroom is dark and cosy – so paint will be the order of the day. I don’t want fancy shmancy, no tricky techniques, just a deep and calm colour. I was tossing up a purple, but think I’ll go a dark storm grey … kinda like this…how exciting. 🙂
I’ll be writing all the notes I can about all the hoops I’ve had to jump through and the reasons why the process has been a nightmare. Most importantly, I want to document how to beat the mongrels at their own game. I want to be prepared for the next time we do battle.
Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t “get a bargain” – I am sure I paid more than I should have for the home I’ve signed for. But I feel like I spent so long figuring out the rules of this game, that it’s like I started from scratch again just recently.
Now I know there’s a month or so of documents, finances, filling in forms and boxes to tick – not to mention the boxes to pack. But soon, it’ll be over – for a while anyway.
Whoever said looking after chooks was easy has never done it. “Just chuck out some feed and collect the eggs”… as if!
Chooks need military precision! They need routine. And if they don’t get, by God, they’ll let you know about it. This is the mudmap I do when looking after Dad’s chooks. Do I overthink things? Probably. But what if one naughty hen pecks another and that one flies into the next pen with some others it’s not meant to mix with? Disaster! The boys have names, ‘cos they’re easier to distinguish. The girls in age groups for now.