About Me
I live in Western Australia, near the water, in the city. I like to wander about. I love my family and friends. I read when I can, write when I can, take photos and hope for the best.
"When, however, I look over the hints and memorandums I have taken down ... my heart almost fails me at finding how my idle humor has led me aside ..."
Washington Irving
'The Author's Account of Himself'
The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon
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In the Age of the Automobile - and nothing has shaped our culture like the motor car - there have been many great drivers but only one great passenger.
Tom Robbins
Even Cowgirls Get The Blues
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Quick Fix Late
Bret pointed out that my contact link didn't work, so I've fixed it so you can e-mail me. I've also updated Rodney, CW and Tama's links in the blogroll. No time to work out much more than that! I need to find a volunteer bus driver who'd rather be in Kulin than Perth during the Red Bull Air Race. And I need to iron my pants.
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Labels: blind cricket, pants, update
Friday, October 05, 2007
Like Money for Chocolates
Two weeks later and I've eaten at least $18 worth of fundraising chocolate - little Cherry Ripes, little Summer Rolls, little blocks of Crunchie... my workmates have eaten the rest of the box between them. That's $50 for the Venetians - minus whatever we paid for the box.
There's a seminar in Lockridge next week on grants and fundraising for community groups. Perhaps I should walk there.
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There's a seminar in Lockridge next week on grants and fundraising for community groups. Perhaps I should walk there.
Labels: blind cricket, chocolate, fundraising
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Stress Head Daughter
Dad's scheduled to have a bypass or four on Monday morning, re-scheduled from Wednesday after someone realised that there wouldn't be any beds in the ICU at Royal Hobart. I am trying not to stress out but I am my father's daughter and so I am not staying all that calm or all that patient. Lol, Dad's shifted his bed on at least one occasion to escape the smell of the food wafting in.
Today I couldn't get the odd-page footers in a document to display the right page numbers... 11, 10, 11, 12, 11. Did I stay calm? Did it help that the online MS help article I read began, "Like a lot of things you do in Word, page numbering can be incredibly simple…until it isn't." ? No!
I spent part of Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday down in Freo for the Working Out What Works - 16th WA Alcohol and other Drug Symposium. Heaps of interesting information (could we one day vaccinate against smoking or test for a genetic pre-disposition to addiction?) and a dinner debate on co-morbidity. During a break on Tuesday I snuck out to buy Dad some socks.
Still managed to get to Blogger meetup on Wednesday - too busy to get to a computer and change my attendance from 'Yes' to 'No.' Tomorrow I'm off to a cricket meeting - I'm an accidental secretary. It's that AGM time of year - I've attended three in the last month.
Ooh, and Varekai! Loved the guy in the net, the girl in the hoop and the Russian swings.
Cricket practice starts on Tuesday and we're all hanging to stand around on the oval from what I hear - swing a bat, run around.
Still dancing. A very anxious dancer, but what can you do?
Big hello to Iris! Thanks for your comments, hope you're well!
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Today I couldn't get the odd-page footers in a document to display the right page numbers... 11, 10, 11, 12, 11. Did I stay calm? Did it help that the online MS help article I read began, "Like a lot of things you do in Word, page numbering can be incredibly simple…until it isn't." ? No!
I spent part of Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday down in Freo for the Working Out What Works - 16th WA Alcohol and other Drug Symposium. Heaps of interesting information (could we one day vaccinate against smoking or test for a genetic pre-disposition to addiction?) and a dinner debate on co-morbidity. During a break on Tuesday I snuck out to buy Dad some socks.
Still managed to get to Blogger meetup on Wednesday - too busy to get to a computer and change my attendance from 'Yes' to 'No.' Tomorrow I'm off to a cricket meeting - I'm an accidental secretary. It's that AGM time of year - I've attended three in the last month.
Ooh, and Varekai! Loved the guy in the net, the girl in the hoop and the Russian swings.
Cricket practice starts on Tuesday and we're all hanging to stand around on the oval from what I hear - swing a bat, run around.
Still dancing. A very anxious dancer, but what can you do?
Big hello to Iris! Thanks for your comments, hope you're well!
Labels: blind cricket, Blogger Meetup, family, Word 2007, work
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Hat Trick Surprise
Venetians Hat Trick Trophy
I think I was more surprised to be presented with my first ever sporting trophy at age 35 than to score a hat trick in my first-ever season of blind cricket. I'm so stoked, but I think that's partly because the trophy has the ball I used set into it. Looks a bit cleaner than it probably did on the day, I think I saw the bell glint on our presentation night!
Labels: ball, blind cricket, hat trick, trophy
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Taxi
I caught two taxis tonight. One went a couple of blocks out of my way because he didn't believe the building I wanted was the building I wanted (at first pass I figured I didn't know, on second pass I knew and still he was prepared to keep going) and it cost $10.40. The second driver took me the reverse journey without overshooting and doing a U-ey (actually, drive number one said this was dangerous but I think if he'd seen the pedestrians earlier... yeah) and it cost me $11.70. How is this - does the fare increase incrementally each hour after six pm? Maybe the first driver deducted some because of the roundabout trip, which would have been nice.
I'm still getting used to catching taxis, I don't like getting into cars with strangers and sometimes I feel they think I should be at home. On the way to cricket one Sunday, the driver asked me who went along to watch me - boyfriend, husband, family, friends? The questioning wasn't to suss out my marital status but seemed to imply that somebody should be with me. The team, I explained, they're there. They watch me, and the other club members who come along too.
We have our cricket night out (the swisho night out, not the end-of-training night out where we go to the pub) in a Saturday or two and I forgot to RSVP. So before I took my taxi tonight, I found myself scribbling the silent number of the club treasurer into my journal with an eye pencil so that I could organise a payment. I know I'll have to catch a taxi home because even if it finishes early, nobody likes to know I'm catching a train.
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I'm still getting used to catching taxis, I don't like getting into cars with strangers and sometimes I feel they think I should be at home. On the way to cricket one Sunday, the driver asked me who went along to watch me - boyfriend, husband, family, friends? The questioning wasn't to suss out my marital status but seemed to imply that somebody should be with me. The team, I explained, they're there. They watch me, and the other club members who come along too.
We have our cricket night out (the swisho night out, not the end-of-training night out where we go to the pub) in a Saturday or two and I forgot to RSVP. So before I took my taxi tonight, I found myself scribbling the silent number of the club treasurer into my journal with an eye pencil so that I could organise a payment. I know I'll have to catch a taxi home because even if it finishes early, nobody likes to know I'm catching a train.
Labels: blind cricket, transport
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Blind Eye
We meet for Swish in a church hall in Maylands. On Saturday a woman came to the door and was offered a glass of water. When she didn't leave as asked, she was told again to go and one of the group went to call the police. I didn't see her and could only hear the requests for her to leave as I made a cup of tea in the kitchen. I felt bad that on such a hot day she had to leave. I know that the security of the hall is our responsibility while we are there, and that we need to protect ourselves and our own property. We have to make decisions.
On Tuesday I arrived at cricket practice late and nipped up to the changerooms to find them locked. I went to the drink fountain to wash nectarine juice from my hands, and remembered the second entrance to the rooms. It comes off a recess behind the canteen, which might have done as an alternative place to change. As I stepped up to the dim gap, I noticed some bags, or rubbish, on the concrete floor - not bags, but a man. Maybe. A decent-sized man. Was he asleep, or drugged or sick? Was he dead? Or alright?
I had smiled at the half-imagined human, and looked away so as not to intrude. I didn't feel comfortable checking out the situation further - not just because I didn't want to intrude but because I couldn't get close enough to see without getting close enough to be grabbed.
Instead, I walked around to the public toilets at the back of the change rooms. I didn't want to enter, or touch anything, even though they are light. Partly visible from the street, I stood behind the brick wall at the entrance and changed from work clothes into shorts and a t-shirt, taking off my boots, sighing and swearing gently under my breath, looking for sharps amongst the few dry twigs, and slipping into my sneakers.
Then I left for the oval to play cricket.
I'm surprised at how I didn't fret about the man at the changeroom door. None of my business. I looked after me first. I didn't freak out and I didn't look back. And maybe he was rubbish after all.
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On Tuesday I arrived at cricket practice late and nipped up to the changerooms to find them locked. I went to the drink fountain to wash nectarine juice from my hands, and remembered the second entrance to the rooms. It comes off a recess behind the canteen, which might have done as an alternative place to change. As I stepped up to the dim gap, I noticed some bags, or rubbish, on the concrete floor - not bags, but a man. Maybe. A decent-sized man. Was he asleep, or drugged or sick? Was he dead? Or alright?
I had smiled at the half-imagined human, and looked away so as not to intrude. I didn't feel comfortable checking out the situation further - not just because I didn't want to intrude but because I couldn't get close enough to see without getting close enough to be grabbed.
Instead, I walked around to the public toilets at the back of the change rooms. I didn't want to enter, or touch anything, even though they are light. Partly visible from the street, I stood behind the brick wall at the entrance and changed from work clothes into shorts and a t-shirt, taking off my boots, sighing and swearing gently under my breath, looking for sharps amongst the few dry twigs, and slipping into my sneakers.
Then I left for the oval to play cricket.
I'm surprised at how I didn't fret about the man at the changeroom door. None of my business. I looked after me first. I didn't freak out and I didn't look back. And maybe he was rubbish after all.
Labels: blind cricket, Maylands, people, swish
