Author: ThirdCat

Keel

Dear life

The problem with you is not so much that sometimes you are awesome and other times you are stoopid, but more that you don’t seem to give much warning about which you are going to be from one minute to the next.

It is true that I am easily bored, and that I let you know this often, but for maybe…I dunno…one week, or maybe even two, please could you be a little predictable. By which I mean, no surprises.

Unless they’re awesome surprises in which case I guess you should send them without delay.

But let me make it clear when I say awesome, I don’t mean stoopid surprises dressed in awesomeness.

Thank you life.

Best wishes
tc xx

Saturday morning, 10 am

Last night, I went to a party and had a very good time indeed. As a sign of my age, I can say, of the very same event, ‘I had a good time’ and ‘I do not have a hangover’. Though I did not get up and go to the 9.30 pump class.

Of course, I may never get invited to another party again, as the mister spent a fair amount of time talking about my, and my family’s, relaxed attitude to swearing. Apparently, he assumed that people would already know that about me. I am consoling myself by thinking that someone’s children need to be the source of such information and it may as well be mine. Not exactly the kind of parental role I was dreaming of playing, but there you go.

I don’t want you to think I’m starting to settle in here or anything, but I just thought I should let you know that I am at least trying not to be a complete misery guts.

Vertical Marathon

So, I was at my Friday morning circuit class yesterday morning, the 8.30 one, the one I never, ever miss and I was at the star jumps station when the woman at the next station (something to do with shoulders) said, ‘So where were you last week?’

And you know, I had to think for a moment. Where was I? ‘I was somewhere,’ I said, asking my brain to co-operate, and then I remembered…

that first of all, we got into the car extremely early indeed.

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We drove out of Abu Dhabi.

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Until we got to Dubai, where I registered.

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And then I ran.

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All the way to the top of this.

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And that, my friends, is an event on which I cannot believe I am reporting. Me. Running.

The statistics: 52 floors, 1,334 steps, 16 minutes.

That day, the day I ran a Vertical Marathon, it was my mum’s birthday, and she would’ve been 63 which is the age my dad was when he died. Somehow or other it all seemed to fit together in a way that made me think less about sadness and more about the depth of things.

PS See up there in that photo of all of us – that baby carrier on the back of the man behind us? There was a child in that when that man did his run.

Right, that’s it, I’m getting off the internet for the rest of today

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I can only assume that the Tourism Australia people are in cahoots with Tony Abbott to make me feel less homesick. You have succeeded. Honestly, this makes me want to stay as far away from the place as I possibly can.

Dudes, are you for realz? This is like a weet-bix or life. be in it ad that we might have watched during the cricket breaks in the 1970s. For fuck’s sake. And to think, people get paid for this.

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A little slice of my Fridays

The Friday midday prayers are the most important prayers of the week – the equivalent, if there are such equivalences, of the Sunday morning service. They are followed by a sermon which can be heard as clearly across the city as the call to prayer.

I don’t understand it of course, so I always look in Friday’s paper to find out what that week’s sermon is about. This week, it’s about conserving water.