Closer to the holidays...almost there!

The holidays are just around the corner again. It is Friday and there are a lot of things to do. The Saturday will be spend at the Royal Show – we go there twice each year in anticipation of finally sitting in the arena to watch the fireworks display up close at 9pm.
The final night of the show has a very somber feeling to it and I find that ‘warmth’ endearing; like knowing that you’ve done a great job and it is time to go home.

I am also happy to see the farmers smiling again and the beautiful horses. Like my boys, I now understand how you can fall in love with such beauty. I am not a conservationist or pro Green but I am delighted that they are back this year with a vengeance.

Sunday is Spring Cleaning day and washing the boys as it will be a sunny day undoubtedly. Then there is the washing and the packing to do. I really need this vacation.

To my friend from far away – have a great trip home and may Barcelona be a good step moving forward. I wish you the very best mate and I will ring you.

Mike Rowe

My latest distraction. The voice - the voice!!!

Hellboy? Hell NO!

What can I say…Del Toro you need to get back to your roots. I was disappointed to say the least and the only thing that made it all better was the frozen coke. There were a couple of creatures that were interesting, ala Pan’s Labyrinth but everything else was all over the place. I give this two and half stars…maybe I was just too tired.

Alas my good sir...

You see the great thing about reflection is that you can attribute the ‘adjectives’ sprouting out of your consciousness to the most nonsensical thing you can imagine and still make it sound fantastic…rocket science stuff when it is only a push bike analogy. The moment gets to you and you are bedazzled - very Jane Austen.

I had a rather confused moment where I reflected on a flawed emotion in my previous post. It was not as much purely fancy-foolish but rather unrealistic expectations – the affects of alcohol and an over-enthused little squirt. Expectations are what drive some people as an elixir to youthful beauty but maybe I am just too old for elixirs and by the way, I hate driving cheap knock-offs.

So “You Know Who You Are” – someone once stopped me in the middle of a mall and said that he knew me in a previous life. I understood him in a way and I felt a sudden dread that if it didn’t happen in that life why should it happen now - no matter how attractive and overwhelming the moment was.

We come across so many people in our lives but there are those that we connect with – soul mates are over-rated especially when it is complicated by too many variables. Let's be mates instead and I will see you soon - you still owe me that cup of coffee by the park in East London and I will bring Chamomile.

Revisiting old friends...

This week I discovered an old friend - Attraction. Somehow as you get older nothing seems to excite you - I have discovered an old emotion that I have long ignored though maybe as a result of domestication. I understand why it is persistent and willful nonetheless and how in my youth, this would have been a real burden. I am stronger now and have embraced it for what it is while letting it pass through my system.

The odd thing is that the sensation seems familiar - how so? I don't know how to explain it but it is one of those persistent sensation that you have. Not like a headache in which I have one ever so often but a 'reverberation'.

So Attraction I take my hat off; for just when I thought I have overcome my flaws, I am back to learning how vulnerable self-actualisation can be when you become too complacent.

September Blues....

It is the beginning of Spring, father's day this weekend, a weekend in Singapore thereafter, a work trip to Queensland upon returning and another holiday in October long weekend in Melbourne.

I should be grateful that everything is all planned out for the next couple of months anyway but I am so exhausted. Yes Kevin - the BIG E!

So this weekend, a deserved long soak with aromatic bath salts and maybe a trip to the masseuse/physio therapist just around the corner of home sweet home.

More later...