Poo, poo on your head...
Urgh, I feel positively awful today. Steven did that thing where he resets his alarm for ten minutes, then another ten minutes, then half an hour, then ten minutes... In the end, we got up at the time I had set my backup alarm for. So if we'd used my alarm, we would've woken up twice - when we hoped to get up, and when we eventually did get up. Instead, I got woken up about five times in the last two hours, making them pretty much irrelevant as far as valuable sleep is concerned. He's lucky I love him or he'd be bashed to a pulp! Grrr, I am a sleep monster...
The Bureau of Meteorology insists the weather will be fine but to me it looks like rain. I'm thinking that, rather than ride to uni in the rain, when my legs are still a bit sleepy from their massage yesterday, I might catch the ferry in, and then run home. This will serve the double benefit of meaning I don't have to carry a backpack on the river ride tomorrow morning (if it's not raining too much for the river ride).
Last night I attempted to sort out my race program but I only got as far as copying the running races from the CoolRunning Calendar. I still need to cover mountain biking, road cycling, adventure racing, rogaining, orienteering, mountain bike orienteering... and so on. It could take me until next year to plan this year's racing!
The weather is looking worse now, and it's only been another couple of minutes!
My PhD progress report is due today. It's already done. I basically said that I hadn't made as much progress as I would've liked but that I'm very focussed now to finish, which is all true. My advisors were happy with that as well. I had to email my report to my associate advisors because Alexei is in Sydney and Andrew is in Spain this week, and Austria next week. Anyway I have a new covering sheet to put on it because Alexei managed to put an electronic signature on his, so I have to get James to sign that one.
What else has been happening?
I have ordered some new running shoes that I look forward to receiving. I realised that I miss circus training a bit. I am now water running/swimming two nights per week. I'm hoping this will help me in the lead up to that race for which I did not train...
On Monday morning, before Charlie went home, I pulled out my soprano saxophone for the first time in years. It was never a very nice instrument - it looks good but it's a bit poor for tuning so the player has to work really hard on intonation. Charlie loved and, and he wants an instrument. The tin whistle does not suffice, he wants a big one made of gold, like I've got! Once Steven was off with Charlie, I finished my progress report.
In the afternoon, I eventually got off my butt and Steven and I headed out to Whites Hill Reserve to check out the trails there. It's less than ten minutes from our place in the car (and about ten minutes by bike) so it's a much more local option for me than Mt Coot-tha. I felt rather like I did the first time I went exploring in Mt Coot-tha - I had no idea where these little bits of single track would take me - only this time we didn't have a map either. At one point we came across some dodgy young boys (who were polite enough, but had heavily laden backpacks) and I was extra grateful for Steve's company. Not that I can't take care of myself, and indeed I'd probably do better in a fight than he would, but just because with him around, it's less likely that trouble will start.
The weekend was spent first driving down to Grafton, teaching Charlie and Mary Had a Little Lamb and Bingo and various other stupid songs I knew from primary school. We made heaps of stops and by the time we got to Grafton it was already 1700h. I didn't bother contacting my local mate and his wife, Mick and Kate, even though I would've loved to have met their child. We went for dinner at the RSL where Charlie decided my lamb was better than his whiting. Fair call, as I thought so too.
Back at the room, we went to bed early and then planned to get up to watch the World Cup. Steven asked if I would mind if he went upstairs to watch it with "the boys". I was happy for him to go up if he took Charlie with him... oh wait, the point was to not wake Charlie up. I got really pissed at him for this, because I wanted to watch the game too, and I had already cancelled a hell of a lot of things I wanted to do so I could look after Charlie while he raced (including the Gold Coast 100km) as far as I was concerned, if he just wanted to "hang out with the boys" he should've damn well left Charlie with Beth, so he could've left me at home in Brisbane. He apologised but I was still pretty pissed off that he'd even asked.
On Sunday, Steve showed that he clearly had no idea what was going on with the race organisation. It was pretty funny but also annoying because I didn't know when I had to be ready. This would've been fine if it was just me, because I could just pack everything up and then sit and read a book. But Charlie needed entertaining as well. In the end I told Steve to stop waiting for the others, and just go and sort out his registration and come back, because otherwise we were going to run out of time.
While the race was on, I had a hot brew with Charlie, and then we played in the park, and then we went for a bike ride (him) and walk (me) into town. Once Charlie heard we were on Mary St, he wanted to find Mary and her little lamb. I resisted the urge to tell him that we'd eaten it for dinner last night - at what age did I find out that little fluffy lambs were the same thing I was eating? Anyway, I was hoping for a coffee but the only place that was open was a gallery, so I went back to the race area. We got pictures of everyone else finishing but not Steve, because he'd dropped off his team at 95km into a 100km race - because he'd done too much of the work too early. Still, better to have nothing left, than to finish and feel fresh! His team won, but another team protested the times, so then Steve's team got relegated.
Okay, well, I'm off to go do some work now. I still haven't decided ferry or bike... stupid weather. (BTW the title of this post comes from one of Charlie's songs.)
The Bureau of Meteorology insists the weather will be fine but to me it looks like rain. I'm thinking that, rather than ride to uni in the rain, when my legs are still a bit sleepy from their massage yesterday, I might catch the ferry in, and then run home. This will serve the double benefit of meaning I don't have to carry a backpack on the river ride tomorrow morning (if it's not raining too much for the river ride).
Last night I attempted to sort out my race program but I only got as far as copying the running races from the CoolRunning Calendar. I still need to cover mountain biking, road cycling, adventure racing, rogaining, orienteering, mountain bike orienteering... and so on. It could take me until next year to plan this year's racing!
The weather is looking worse now, and it's only been another couple of minutes!
My PhD progress report is due today. It's already done. I basically said that I hadn't made as much progress as I would've liked but that I'm very focussed now to finish, which is all true. My advisors were happy with that as well. I had to email my report to my associate advisors because Alexei is in Sydney and Andrew is in Spain this week, and Austria next week. Anyway I have a new covering sheet to put on it because Alexei managed to put an electronic signature on his, so I have to get James to sign that one.
What else has been happening?
I have ordered some new running shoes that I look forward to receiving. I realised that I miss circus training a bit. I am now water running/swimming two nights per week. I'm hoping this will help me in the lead up to that race for which I did not train...
On Monday morning, before Charlie went home, I pulled out my soprano saxophone for the first time in years. It was never a very nice instrument - it looks good but it's a bit poor for tuning so the player has to work really hard on intonation. Charlie loved and, and he wants an instrument. The tin whistle does not suffice, he wants a big one made of gold, like I've got! Once Steven was off with Charlie, I finished my progress report.
In the afternoon, I eventually got off my butt and Steven and I headed out to Whites Hill Reserve to check out the trails there. It's less than ten minutes from our place in the car (and about ten minutes by bike) so it's a much more local option for me than Mt Coot-tha. I felt rather like I did the first time I went exploring in Mt Coot-tha - I had no idea where these little bits of single track would take me - only this time we didn't have a map either. At one point we came across some dodgy young boys (who were polite enough, but had heavily laden backpacks) and I was extra grateful for Steve's company. Not that I can't take care of myself, and indeed I'd probably do better in a fight than he would, but just because with him around, it's less likely that trouble will start.
The weekend was spent first driving down to Grafton, teaching Charlie and Mary Had a Little Lamb and Bingo and various other stupid songs I knew from primary school. We made heaps of stops and by the time we got to Grafton it was already 1700h. I didn't bother contacting my local mate and his wife, Mick and Kate, even though I would've loved to have met their child. We went for dinner at the RSL where Charlie decided my lamb was better than his whiting. Fair call, as I thought so too.
Back at the room, we went to bed early and then planned to get up to watch the World Cup. Steven asked if I would mind if he went upstairs to watch it with "the boys". I was happy for him to go up if he took Charlie with him... oh wait, the point was to not wake Charlie up. I got really pissed at him for this, because I wanted to watch the game too, and I had already cancelled a hell of a lot of things I wanted to do so I could look after Charlie while he raced (including the Gold Coast 100km) as far as I was concerned, if he just wanted to "hang out with the boys" he should've damn well left Charlie with Beth, so he could've left me at home in Brisbane. He apologised but I was still pretty pissed off that he'd even asked.
On Sunday, Steve showed that he clearly had no idea what was going on with the race organisation. It was pretty funny but also annoying because I didn't know when I had to be ready. This would've been fine if it was just me, because I could just pack everything up and then sit and read a book. But Charlie needed entertaining as well. In the end I told Steve to stop waiting for the others, and just go and sort out his registration and come back, because otherwise we were going to run out of time.
While the race was on, I had a hot brew with Charlie, and then we played in the park, and then we went for a bike ride (him) and walk (me) into town. Once Charlie heard we were on Mary St, he wanted to find Mary and her little lamb. I resisted the urge to tell him that we'd eaten it for dinner last night - at what age did I find out that little fluffy lambs were the same thing I was eating? Anyway, I was hoping for a coffee but the only place that was open was a gallery, so I went back to the race area. We got pictures of everyone else finishing but not Steve, because he'd dropped off his team at 95km into a 100km race - because he'd done too much of the work too early. Still, better to have nothing left, than to finish and feel fresh! His team won, but another team protested the times, so then Steve's team got relegated.
Okay, well, I'm off to go do some work now. I still haven't decided ferry or bike... stupid weather. (BTW the title of this post comes from one of Charlie's songs.)
posted by Tamyka Bell at 7:24 AM
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As I was driving home from Pat's this morn there was some pretty steady rain. The guy on the radio read the weather "Brisbane - sunny".
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