Riding The Dinosaur…

Look what I found on my front door! Love my friends...

If I’ve been a bit quiet of late there’s a reason…or two.
Obviously (it goes without saying really), drinking vodka and watching daytime television takes an awful lot of time and concentration, plus the added stress of stopping for coffee, going to the beach for a swim, swinging in the hammock and looking at clouds…..

But, all that aside, I’ve been having a few technical issues. My lovely, almost new ultrabook died.
Splat! Kaput! Dead as a maggot….
Other people’s computers catch viruses. My computer had a myocardial infarction. (I love saying that!)
As far as meltdowns go it was quite impressive. My laptop began to speak in tongues and spout gibberish. All that was missing was the puff of purple smoke and the evil witch cackle.
“Did you back up?,” people ask sternly. “Well, duh, yes….(I did once or twice…sometime in the last year or so….) but that drive pooped itself too!”
I don’t do things by halves.

So, I’m riding the dinosaur. I think she’s a stegosaurus….with a gammy leg…..and one eye……
I had to blow the dust off her and kick-start her with a crank handle. I have to pedal fast to keep her going. When she finally warms up she sounds a bit like an industrial vacuum cleaner. I may have to get some earmuffs.
“Steggie” is not just the size of a suitcase, she comes with a strangulation of cords and plugs. I feel like I’m sitting in a giant spider web.
“Steggie” even has……(wait for this- it’s good!)…..Steggie has a FLOPPY DISC DRIVE! Who even remembers those?

So, everything is an ordeal. Everything is sloooooooooow……and clunky and……well, just too hard.

Yesterday when I looked there were 550 unread emails. Sorry if yours was one of them because I just pulled the plug out….
My computer man isn’t returning my calls.
Maybe he’s gone to the beach too?

Still haven’t turned on the TV or bought that vodka….but this week I seriously thought about it! :)


PS: See what I found on my front door….I love my friends! xx

My New Job- Watching Daytime Television And Drinking Vodka…



“You can get so confused

That you’ll start in to race………….

Headed, I fear, for a most useless place.

                               The Waiting Place.

…..for people just waiting.

Waiting for a train to go

Or a bus to come, or a plane to go

Or the mail to come, or the rain to go

Or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow

Or waiting around for a Yes or a No

Or waiting for their hair to grow.

Everyone just waiting…..

(‘Oh The Places You’ll Go’ by Dr Seuss)



For the first time in my memory I woke up today free, with nothing I have to do, nowhere I have to be. Nothing in my diary, nothing planned….
Sure, I have a multitude of possibilities but each is sitting there as a choice to be made…or not.
There are of course, things that will crop up but essentially, from this moment, I get to choose what I do.

I quit.

I stepped out of the waiting room, out of waiting for the “right time”, out of the “have to/ must do/ should do/ urgent things” and into what I really want to do…

(Even if I’m not entirely sure what that is yet…!!)

Yes, it is inconvenient (for me and for others), it is scary and apparently it’s also “stupid/a failure/not sensible/ insane/ selfish/ another mid-life crisis/ and all-right-for-some!” but…..

I’m doing it anyway!!

I shut the doors, closed my business, finished my studies, said “No” about 500 times and I stepped out of the “World of Obligation” and into the “World of Possibility”- my favourite place in the whole world. A place very few of us ever give ourselves permission to  fully explore.

In fact, we spend our whole lives finding excuses about why we can’t go there- why it’s just too hard, why it’s not possible or sensible and why we just plain can’t!
Yeah, I have those too, but I’ve done it anyway and I believe I’ll be 100% okay.

I would never like my life to be one of regret- to wake up one day and utter those awful words….  “I  wish I’d……”

So, excuse me while I step out of life as it’s “supposed to be” and into a life of possibility.
Anything might happen, we might end up anywhere (and, let’s face it, you could be hearing my stories about being a checkout chick at the local supermarket in a month or two :) ) but I want to take some time to nurture myself, to be creative, to explore new ideas, to learn new things and to be fully present in my world.

And that sounds okay to me!

Yarredi- The Story Of The Geese

Source:Google Images

Source:Google Images

I live next to the ocean.

In front of my house, about 5km offshore is an island. Every morning, soon after sunrise, I get to watch the V-shaped formation of the Cape Barren Geese as they fly low over the sea across to the mainland to spend their day fossicking in the farmers’ paddocks, searching for grasses to eat and fresh water.

Each evening, just before dark they pass over again, honking their way back across to the island where they roost and breed. As I sit and write this 2 flocks have just passed overhead like a pair of flying arrows.

Although their population is growing they remain one of the rarest of the world’s geese.

Cape Barren Geese are known by the local Aboriginal people round here as Yarredi.

Yarredi are different things to different people. To many farmers they are a nuisance, fouling the sheep troughs. They sometimes cause disruptions at the local airport for incoming aircraft. Some are illegally hunted.

But for others the Yarredi are truly amazing.

Yarredi work as a team. As each bird flaps its wings it creates an uplift for the bird following. By flying in a “V” formation the whole flock has over 50% greater flying range than if each bird flew alone. By working together they are essentially travelling on the thrust of one another.

Whenever a goose falls out of formation, it suddenly feels the drag and resistance of trying to fly alone and quickly gets back into formation to take advantage of the lifting power of the bird immediately in front.

When the lead goose gets tired, it simply rotates back into the formation and another goose flies at the point of the ‘V’. The geese shift their relative positions frequently during the flight. The Yarredi take turns doing the hard tasks and sharing the leadership. All are equal and all are leaders.

When a goose becomes ill or wounded or shot down, two other geese will move out of formation and follow it down to help protect it. They will stay with it until it is able to fly again or dies. (I have witnessed this twice now.) Those two will then fly together to find their flock or join in with another formation. They are very gregarious birds who form tight-knit units.

The geese in formation honkcalled contact calls, these honks help them stay together. It’s as if they realise the importance that each of them has to play in their success as a whole and they encourage those up front to keep up their speed.  They are individuals who are part of something much bigger than just themselves…

I’ve heard variations of these stories many times over the years but I still smile everyday as the Yarredi fly over…

We can learn a lot from birds… :)


(Acknowlegements to Sue Joan; Dr Robert McNeish; Parks&Wildlife Department Tas.)