Year 2, Month 10 – Julia

It’s sunny.

I’m rowing a lot more, and coping well with the physical demands.

I should be able to put my beehive up this evening.

 Happy birthday, C!


Year 2, Month 10

I am pleased to announce that I finally found a local job that really appealed to me.  And I not only applied but bloody well got it. Chuffed as.


Year 2, Month 10 – Julia

1.  Since we’ve had a month’s worth of rain in the last few days and are in the middle of a hurricane, I am grateful to live on a hill.

2. Solved one small problem and one bigger problem, thus simplifying life.

3. Made a faux pas with a potential employer, but am hoping it rebrands me as memorable. Grateful for the sense of humour on the other end of the phone.


Year 2, Month 10 – Julia

I volunteer with friends of a botanical garden, and this week I was able to cleverly build a new potting bench for them out of scrap wood I’d been saving for too long. Shed is clearer, backs of aged gardeners are happier, new plants are welcomed to their pots more easily, and power tools have had an outing. Good news all round.

Year 2, Month 10 – Julia

We’ve had record-breakingly tumultuous weather for the last month: flooding, gales, power outages, and general tumult.  So what luck that we’ve had three notable gaps in the weather this week, all of which coincided with opportunities to row.  It’s been wonderful to be out on the water again, both as a coach and as a rower.  What bliss, to be able to have something approximating power and technique again.  I still struggle with left leg control after about 3,000 metres, but I’m getting there. It’s blowing a hoolie outside and I have about 4 inches of paperwork to get through, but Monday has been considerably softened by yesterday morning’s sunny and calm patch.

On an unrelated note, the angsty goth across the street is standing naked in his window, smiling.  He’s usually crouched in his doorway in a battered trenchcoat, attempting to relight sodden cigarettes and discussing Proust (I presume) with other chain-smoking servants of darkness, so this is a novel sight indeed.  I discuss this in a gratitude blog because it’s nice to see such studied public misery momentarily lifted by private joy, but also because he’s standing in a garrett window, and boy am I grateful for that extra height on the sill.