Slinky, a new member of our household, adopted from AWL-SA A five-year-old grey and white bundle of expressive sounds (especially at 0300), who's taken over the house and a little bit of our hearts. He sleeps on Pepsi's blankets, plays with her toys, and reminds us that Pepsi lives on in the things she left … Continue reading An Introduction to …
Daylight timing, that is. I have the dubious honour of travelling through seven time zones in a 4-day period once. Training people, so needing to be on my toes, functioning, and fully alert in each location. Add to that managing travel times to and from airports, gathering the tools together, finding the right place to … Continue reading It’s All in the Timing
Putting it off, regardless of what 'it' is for you, is a waste. A waste of a dream, a goal, a level of achievement. How many dreams I had as a child. I dreamed of being a gardener, feeding the world, growing the best exotic fruits and medicinal herbs, and of people beating down my … Continue reading Time and Tide
There are times when it's too hard to go on, too much effort for no reward, or even acknowledgement. That's what happens with writing. Years and years of work and practice while forever engaging in learning the skills required. Asking for help, desperate to hear some honest feedback to know what others think and feel … Continue reading Chuck it All in?
A few things brought this to the fore. If you've heard about our dog, Pepsi, you know she's at a stage of her life where quality is lacking and she suffers. It's not at the stage yet where she's ready to give up and she fakes her ability to move and run and jump (she … Continue reading The Melancholy of Reminiscence
Fandango's provocative question #152: What do you do for a living? If you are retired, what did you do before you retired? If you’re currently unemployed, what did you do before becoming unemployed? On my 'about' page, I say this: worked in so many jobs the list goes on for pages. And pages. Anyone would … Continue reading Too Many Jobs to List Them All,
It's a song, sung by Christofferson, and it's a great song for today. The head hurts, liquid breakfast (not beer, though), and needed another coffee to wash it down. Still in PJs, stumbling around like an old fart. No, I don't smoke no more, and there's no one out on the road kickin' anything, but … Continue reading Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down
The dilemma of how to use Freeze, Flight, Fight responses with Motivation, Response Units has an answer (yes, it’s also part of cause and effect). There is something that happens onstage, in the now of the story. It’s called an event, a motivation, a cause. Something happens and it can be seen, heard, felt. That’s … Continue reading FFF — the Answer!
It's not being rude, honest. In fact, I've talked about it before. It? The human reaction cycle: Freeze, Flight, Fight. Freeze is always first: Stand still and the danger won't see me. It also gives time to assess the situation, to decide whether to slowly sink down or sidle across to the darker shadows and … Continue reading FFF … Again
And we're eating prawns, baked cheesecake, roli-poli cakes, ice-cream, etc. Apart from the prawns, all the stuff that's left over (there are never any prawns left after lunch on 26 December) will be sent to one of the compost bins. Including the chocolates. Which we don't (generally) eat, and despite constant reminders that we don't … Continue reading The Day After Christmas