28 Sunday Oct 2018
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The classic ‘game of two halves’. The first half with no offence scores and then BOOM! It all went off like a firecracker. I put it all on Sale’s firing them up at the bottom of the 6th.
Game 5 – the last of the three in Dodger Stadium – is tomorrow. The Red Sox have the chance to win it all. Otherwise it goes back to Fenway for the possible two deciders.
Play ball.
19 Friday Oct 2018
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What. A. Game.
This one had everything. Fan interference. Aggressive crowd. Some of the best fielding plays on both sides. Assertive base running. You name it.
I’m enjoying the difference in strategy both managers are using to choreograph their pitching talent, how they manage them, use them and when they sit them is fascinating.
In Res Sox tradition, the ‘win wall’ photo was that final catch by Benintendi. He needs a cape 💪🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼❤️
09 Sunday Aug 2015
This article explains the first half of my holiday. A noisy brain, internal rules about what I “should do” instead of what I needed to do. I particularly like the point on rest not just being physical – and slthough difficult, stopping the mental, spiritual and emotional angst/business is necessary.
I intend to be more mindful of my negative inner talk and reverse it for the second half of my time away.
The Underappreciation of Rest in Today’s Society.
10 Sunday Aug 2014
Posted in health
It seems there’s a small window of opportunity to wind down to sleep…and I keep missing it. I’m tired. I’m not wired and my mind isn’t racing. I’ve done my journal today so all possible angst is out on the page. I’m sure I can fall asleep once my head hits the pillow and yet, I find myself poodling around the house doing I-don’t-recall-what and it’s past 2am. A third wind takes me, if you will. Why do I keep stuffing up my body clock?! Mondays hurt all the more for it. I haven’t been dreaming of late, so it can’t be fear of that. Weird. Anyway- G’Night.
23 Saturday Mar 2013
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My life is apparently in one of those “holding patterns” at the moment. It’s rare to hit a patch where every aspect of life is being delayed – work, home, health, hobbies, everything. But that’s what I’ve got. Yay, karma. Times like these frustrate the hell out of me. I want things done when I want them done. I’m happy to pay for them to be done when and how I want them. (It’s why I put up with a sucky workplace). But all these plans depend on other people getting around to it. The realisation that I can’t do this because …forms have gone missing; noone answers their phone; information isn’t forthcoming; systems are not configured so that they work correctly; the whole is not completed with the sum of the parts provided with the instructions; or my personal favourite – bickering childishness – he said, she said. Arghhhhhhhh!
Don’t get me wrong, I can procrastinate along with the best of them. I am slow and methodical in doing things. I don’t move quickly – needing to research each part of an entire project before beginning the first step. But when I’m ready to go, when the plans, small window of time, my money and a sliver of opportunity is there – aligned – and someone else yells “WHOA!” I could take their head off with a cricket bat. Truly.
There’s got to be a way to shift something. Get someone else moving. All I need is for one element to move in a forward direction and I’m sure, Pied Piper-like, the rest would follow to see where it’s going. It makes such a difference to my attitude and outlook to have something moving. I need a positive perspective to get me through my day, but it’s difficult to muster one when it seems that everything is stalled.
In the past I’ve driven myself into the ground trying to insert a plug of dynamite under immovable objects. It only ends up giving me migraine. So I am trialling taking a deep breath in and lowering my shoulders while I breathe out. It seems all I can do is keep chipping away at the things I can do myself. It doesn’t get anyone shifting any quicker, but it certainly lowers my blood pressure. 
09 Sunday Dec 2012
Posted in musings
Today is the last day of my two weeks holiday. I had two weeks off to move house in June and now this is it for a good few months into 2013 (at least).
I had the first week over in Perth, Western Australia for the cricket test between Australia and South Africa mostly. I’ve never been to Perth before, so it was nice to cruise around a little and soak in the western vibe. I liked it very much.
Back home on the redeye – which basically wiped a day. To face four working days to tick off as many errands on my to do list as possible. I’ve got two big things left, half the Christmas shopping and sorting, one handmade art piece to do, and it’ll all have to get sorted during lunch hours…somehow.
Which of course means, that now I’m tired.
I need another holiday.
01 Friday Jun 2012
So, work is a changing with a lot of decisions being made that both my workmates and I will feel the effects of down the track. There’s a bit of stress involved in having my work changed – there’s some fear that I have to trust the bosses are making informed choices based on the facts – not guesswork or ignorance. Feelings of disappointment comes from the fact that there’s not much praise around for doing my work. So when it changes I need to be very clear that it’s not because it was done badly or that I failed – although there’s an element of that bias being implied from some unsavoury personalities. For my part, I’m trying to not be precious about what I do. I know I work hard, I know I know my work and how it gets done best. I know there will be inefficiencies created in the change and I’ll have to work them out. Cleaning up after dumb moves is a recurring theme in my work life 😦 And the pessimist in me knows the changes will be made whether they are the best way to do things or not. I don’t have a say. The hardest thing is to keep in mind that the buck doesn’t stop with me. And I can only do my best with what I’m given.
28 Monday May 2012
For those playing along, I’m wending my way through the maze that is home ownership. What a stress-filled time it is. I’m certainly learning a lot about what people are comfortable with – and what I’m not comfortable with. The biggest shock of late has been the barefaced bluff made by real estate agents – even in answer to my direct questions. It’s quite confronting for me to have someone persist in fudging vague information about something when I’m standing there looking at it. Unbelievable. Weak. Entirely unimpressive.
26 Saturday May 2012
Posted in musings
15 Tuesday May 2012
I’m nowhere near rock bottom – health, wealth, work or family-wise – but some of these are areas are keeping me awake at night. I can foresee a period of struggle ahead.
Any more rubbish heaped on from anyone and I’m gonna drown myself in this bowl of jellybeans. And I’ll do it, too!
14 Monday May 2012
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Spent most of yesterday beating myself up for not understanding the “tone” and intent of a meeting – I botched it. Nothing worse than walking out feeling blindsided and underprepared. It’s that classic “spend the next 24 hours thinking of all the things I shoulda/coulda/woulda said instead of what I did say” moments. Shit.
09 Wednesday May 2012
23 Friday Mar 2012
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23 Friday Mar 2012
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Is this how the UN feels? One last effort to broker a ceasefire.
23 Friday Mar 2012
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A lot is written about that our bodies reflect physically what’s going on in our head. I agree wholeheartedly. When there are a lot of things to think through and sort out, my sleep is ruined. I wake up with headaches from grinding my teeth and its no fun to start your day with a headache.
23 Friday Mar 2012
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I’m starting to question the current reality, why I’m in the middle, what am I expected to do when no-one else is, how to fix things and whether I can fix it at all.
04 Sunday Mar 2012
What an absolute shit of a day. For some inexplicable reason, there’s a lot of tension in the air, ‘cos everyone around me is sounding off, arcing up, pointing fingers and NOT LISTENING to each other. If they could all just shut up for 5 seconds, and think about why the person they are arguing at is saying what they’re saying, and not keep repeating what they think as if it’s not being understood, then my life would be much easier.
I hate conflict. I can talk a good fight but that doesn’t mean I like them. I don’t like hearing harsh words, I actually physically flinch when it’s around me. My body language never lies. It makes me sad to see people choose sides and not give the benefit of the doubt to each other. Prejudgement and holier than thou certainty by people who don’t actually know the facts gives me the complete irits. Who the hell do they think they are anyway?
Three different adults today have disappointed me…and I won’t forget it, but I’m going to work very hard on letting this nonsense wash over and around me. Not through me. My nerves can’t take.
11 Wednesday Jan 2012
This is the 12 month anniversary of the floods that immersed Queensland, NSW and Victoria. Closest to home, water thundered through Toowoomba, Murphy’s Creek, Grantham, Ipswich and Brisbane.
Our home wasn’t inundated, we didn’t lose anyone we knew. But we watched and waited. We hugged and prayed. We stayed up on vigil, and sent phone bills through the roof. We tweeted and facebooked to connect and to help. We collected and donated. We dug and we scraped. We washed and we dried.
And we’d do it all again.
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