The Best Things In The World

 The Best Things In The World

Hi Readers,

I was going to start the same way as most of my other posts, but after my most recent post on 'Autopilot' I know I just have to do something different!!

So straight into it.

I always get up super early and religiously do the rehab sessions that I now have to keep doing in response to the various surgeries that I have had, and to hopefully ward off future ones. Some days I bounce out of bed, other days I am as slow as an asthmatic snail!!

On these mornings I flip on the radio on my phone and listen for a while, and this morning they were having a discussion on what they felt were the best things in the world.

We're not talking about great inventions, tourist attractions etc here, just the simple pleasures in life that people just love no matter what. The uniqueness made them even more interesting to hear because what floated one person's boat might rate a zero for someone else and vice versa. And that's okay!

They weren't trying to have people competing against each other, just getting them to think about the simple things that mean so much to them. We might not give them a second thought when they occur, but only when we really stop and think about them do we really appreciate how much they add to our lives.

So Readers, I'm going to bore you to death with a few of the things that I think are the best in the world, and in no particular order. Why? Because often it matters when they actually occur. The context of when they happen often adds to the moment and makes me appreciate them more at the time. For example, I might hear a particular song and at the time just about disregard it or think "Yeah, good song". But when I hear the same song at a particular time it might just slap me in the face or leave me laughing or even crying, depending on the moment.

While preparing for this post I scribbled down just a few things to get me going, and the ideas just flooded in. As soon as I wrote one 'best thing' down, another would immediately pop into my head, then another. It's just amazing how our thinking gets so stimulated when we take the time to focus our thinking in a particular area.

No doubt many more will come to mind as I write this post.

Some of the things I mention might strike a chord with you, while others might leave you thinking that I am totally weird!!

Horses for courses I suppose, as no doubt you would have some unique ones yourselves. If so, I'd love to hear some in the comments box at the end of the post. You can even be anonymous!! Otherwise, stop and think about some of your own and try to appreciate why they are so memorable for you.

Here I go.

Whenever I mow the lawns, or turn on the sprinklers in hot weather, I get around 8-10 magpies pacing the lawn looking for food or just cooling off under the water. But the thing that I just LOVE is their warbling. Is there a more beautiful sound than a group of magpies warbling and filling your house with their tunes? I know they are a pain in the arse when the swoop you for a few months later in the year, but I'll accept this if they continue to visit and sing for me. And after mentioning this as one of my favourite sounds, a number of other ones have popped into my head. I warned you about this!!

One of my weekly chores is also one of the ones I hate most, but the payoff is always fantastic. Just changing the sheets on my bed for some reason is a task that just bugs me no end. There is no rational reason, and if I wanted to I could just leave them on my bed for weeks on. But would I? NO!!! I know that in recent years with a number of leg/shoulder/hand surgeries it has been a task that has resembled me doing a commando course and has been extremely difficult at times, but the moment I get under them for the first night after being changed is just pure bliss. I'm sure you too appreciate the freshness and crispness of fresh sheets on your bed! I'll be back in commando mode in the coming days as I'm having further surgery this week, more about that later.

Now this one has changed a bit for me over the past few years. We always bought jars of instant coffee (Yeah, I know, 'dirty instant!!') and we'd always want to be the one who opened the jar for the first time just so that we would be able to unscrew the lid and peel off the paper lid on the top and inhale that heavenly smell of the coffee for the first time. I'm sure that they must spray some 'fresh coffee smell' into the jar before sealing it, but that smell was always something to look forward to. I hardly experience that now, save for when I might go on holidays interstate or caravanning, as I rely on my coffee machine at home nowadays. Much better coffee, but I just don't get that coffee smell fix.

As I mentioned earlier, staying in bed under the doona listening to the radio for a few minutes before dragging myself out of bed is a sort of treat. But so too are those times when you wake up and instead of bouncing out, you just pull the doona up a bit more and snuggle up, knowing how much of a treat it really is. No rush to get up, no going back to sleep, just snuggling and enjoying the moment!!

Music. I just love it. 

Sometimes I'll hear a favourite song and think "Meh!" But other times I'll hear the same song at a different time and it can leave me rolling in laughter or just shedding a few tears. It all depends on the time and how I might be feeling when or where I hear it.

There are a few songs in particular that always seem to stop me immediately as they evoke memories of a certain person or a certain time, and all I want to do is stop and remember that person or place while the song plays. Or it just might be a few lines of a song. I know I made the mistake once when a particular song came on in the car and I mentioned to Jen how much I hated it. There aren't too many songs that I'd turn off, but this was one of them. You guessed it. Whenever that song came on Jen would never let me turn it down or off, and she insisted on singing along with it with great gusto. I never knew if she liked it or not, but I'm convinced she relished every opportunity to make me suffer through it whenever it came on.

And although not 'Swifties', a few years ago Jen and I did this very poor rendition of one of Taylor Swift's songs to send to our beautiful niece and God daughter when we heard it come on the radio in the car. It's one of those songs that whenever I hear it I don't really like it, but it brings back just some precious memories of the fun we had doing it and the fun we always had together.

Becoming Grandparents over the past few years has brought back so many memories and created even so many more. One of the first is one of the best smells I have ever come across, the smell on the head of a newborn baby. It is just a soft and calming smell, something that I can almost smell right now just thinking about it. It's almost a smell of love.❤️ How ironic though that at the other end they have this propensity to create smells of another nature that one would not go searching for at all!!! 💩

And speaking of babies/toddlers/grandchildren, is there a greater sound than that of them laughing? Not just a giggle, but that hearty laugh that just propels happiness and fun? The fact that they will do this for the most ridiculous of things just blows my mind, and is a reminder how much we take things too seriously as we get older.

I couldn't even tell you what Henry was laughing about, but this photo never fails to make me smile.

Pop's 'Spider Walks' probably add to my sore spots, but I wouldn't trade it for anything!!

The simple things are sometimes the greatest things.

I have been so lucky to experience this many times with our grandsons and is something that I always cherish when I am with them.

Something that I alluded to earlier (surgeries) is also an area that also leads me to identify one of the things that I think is the best in the world, in a strange sort of way.

Let's rule out for a start why I need them, because that's as exciting as looking at dirt!

As I contemplate my next cut and paste this Friday, I'm not looking forward to the lengthy waiting, checkups, pre-surgery visits from the different specialists, the waking up and subsequent recovery and rehab. But the one thing that I think is sensational is that restful bliss as the anaesthetic starts and slowly kicks in. How I wish going to sleep each night was that good!!! Every time I try to fight it, all to no avail, but I have always found it to be one of the most peaceful experiences ever. I suppose with all the good, there is also something not so good, so the pleasure is balanced by how crappy I always feel after waking up, but I'll still put up with it just to get that initial bliss!!

One of our sons has had this most beautiful Golden Retriever for about 6 years named Zion. When he was a pup he lived at our house for a few weeks and I'd spend hours with him on my lap patting him and letting him sleep on me as I rocked in a swinging chair. 

Jen and I hadn't had a pet since our own Border Collie had to be put down a few years earlier, and we decided not to replace her as we had decided on commencing all of our travels. So having Zion here for a while sort of filled the void.

I began to find that just the simple act of having a pup on your lap meant that you just had to stop everything, which was hard for me at first as I tended to be always up and about. Talk about being taught to be calm!!!

At the time I just thought that I was enjoying the company of a dog again and helping Will look after him while he was at work. Little did I realise that over subsequent years, every time when I'd go to visit him in Qld Zion wold always come up and greet me warmly. Just this weekend gone I was down in Torquay visiting and when Zion saw me he just comes up and snuggles me. I don't need to calm him down or anything, or try to reacquaint myself, it's just like he hasn't forgotten me, and he'll always do whatever I ask him to. That's also due to the fact that Will has trained him so well and looks after him beautifully.

And despite this, I'm still not getting another pet even though so many have advised me to, I just don't want to get restricted by having one at a point in my life when I will be travelling a lot.

In recent years I discovered another one of the best things I've discovered in life, meeting your kids overseas. I have touched on this in recent posts and the excitement and anticipation of catching up with your kids in another country after not having seen them for such a long time has always remained as one of the greatest memories and feelings.  

I particularly remember arranging to meet Sam at the very crowded Borough Market in London, and to finally see him weaving through the crowd after waiting for so long just filled my heart that day, especially as I was travelling on my own on that trip. The same applies when your kids come home after a few years away, there is just something that makes you feel that your family is complete again.

Will comes home after a few years in Canada 

Meeting up with Sam in London

While meeting them overseas is such a joy, the opposite also applies when it's time to say goodbye. We never found that part easy no matter how many times we did it.

And speaking of the best things in the world also having a sort of downside, there is one in particular that although it brings me the greatest joy, it also leaves me feeling exactly the opposite as soon as it is over. This is my weekly visit to Jen's grave at the cemetery just down the road from where our house is. 

I spend much of my week just looking forward to going up to spend time with her and cherish the time while I am there, and already start looking forward to the next visit.

However, the moment I start to leave the joy and happiness is quickly replaced by a feeling of dread and heaviness that takes a little while to abate. It's what I call the best and worst time of my entire week, but I won't change it for anything. This is also a time when some of the songs that I spoke about earlier are so important to me as I play them softly while I'm there. If I hear them later on during the week the impact isn't as great even though I still love them just as much.

Just another example of such little things being the best things in the world to me. They might not register with anyone else, but they suit me. I'm sure you might be thinking of similar instances of your own.

Let me jazz up the tone a bit more after those rather personal examples!!

Have you ever read a book and slammed it shut as you finish the last page? Like a triumphant celebration of how much you enjoyed what you have read? Then, like me, have you just sat and reflected for a minute or so about the book before you do anything else? That for me is one of the joyful moments from reading a book. I just can't finish a book, put it down and then go and do something, I really need those few moments thinking about it straight after I finish it, and that time is one of the best things in the world for me.

I've used this image a number of times, I never get sick of it!!

Yesterday I was mowing and trimming our lawns as I need to get a lot of things done in the yard before my wrist and finger surgery on Friday. The day was glorious and the smells coming from the freshly mown grass were just beautiful. You've experienced similar? I even found myself going back out to the bin later in the day for an extra sniff of the grass clippings!!

And just as good as it smells when you mow it, how about the softness at this time of the year? Over Summer our lawn might have been green, but at times it felt like walking over green toothpicks due to it becoming so coarse. All better now!!

Then I mustn't forget to mention the simplicity of the smell of the lawn just after rain on a hot day - divine!

And speaking of rain, the smell that comes before a big storm on a hot day. In Winter that smell just isn't there, but the smells that accompany Summer storms are ones that I'll always love,

Well Readers, I'll save one of my best for last.

Hugs.

I know we all give out hugs here and there, but sometimes don't you just get that hug that holds you? Not the random quick hug, not much in it, but still appreciated, but the hug that makes you feel safe, welcomed, appreciated and loved. It doesn't have to linger, but it's enough to make you feel this way.

I feel that it is only over the past 10-15 years or so that it has become okay for men to hug, or that's how it feels in the circles that I operate in. Men might greet with a handshake, but nowadays it is more acceptable to attach a hug to it and I'm fine with that. Obviously you pick your targets, I don't hug strangers who I've just met, but for those nearest and dearest to me, they can expect one. Sometimes all the time, other times depend on the moment, we just weigh things up at the time.

Readers, just as this post has been all about celebrating those minor things that mean the world to us, I hope it has stirred you to reflect on similar things in your own lives that you may often take for granted but in fact are the things that add to your lives. I could have banged on for hours on this for as soon as I write about one thing, it prompts me about another. Eg I'm about to do a bike session in the shed and already I'm looking forward to the Zooper Dooper when I'm finished that feels just so good cooling me down. Maybe that's another story for another day.

Until my next post,

Cheers 😁

 Autopilot

Hi Readers,

Another extended gap between posts, but isn't that how I always start/ No excuse, and if there was, what's the point?

Since I retired at the end of 2024 I realised that my days for so many years had been so structured and organised, and that I generally would know what I'd most likely be doing at most times of every day. There would be work commitments, family commitments and personal commitments that usually didn't change all that much from day to day and year to year. You could say that I was generally living on autopilot.

Even for most of last year I was still living in 'teaching time' despite the fact that I had retired from teaching. I had my diary still filled in marking the school terms and weeks of each term. That was handy when travelling as I'd avoid school holidays. But it also gave me a bit of a bearing as to what part of the year it was much more than just the calendar dates. It was hard to break the habits of 38 years!!

It was only towards the end of the year that I started to think in terms of calendar dates rather than school dates, and this year I found that I have needed to go and check what school week it is instead of automatically knowing it. For example, at any stage of the year I'd know how many weeks until the next holidays, whereas now I have no clue. I still have the school terms and weeks marked in my diary and calendar only because I have been doing some CRT work and need to know when school is happening, and I can plan my travels and upcoming surgeries around it.

As I begin to question whether or not to continue with CRT work I'm wondering if I'll still need my diary as much, something that I have had within arms reach for more years than I can remember.  I sound like a real luddite here don't I?!!! 

I do use the Google calendar on my phone, but when given the choice between the two my default is to go straight to my little black diary!!! That's my autopilot choice, something I just do without thinking as it is a behaviour that has become so ingrained.

So this has got me thinking about all the other things that we do or say on 'autopilot' without even being aware of it.

This was prompted by something I read in a book the other day.

It related to a story about a baby elephant that had been tied to a pole since it was so young in one of those elephant riding places in Asia. At first it would try to break free, but over time realised the futility of trying to do so. By the time it became an adult and was still being tied to the pole it no longer made attempts to try and break free even though it was clearly strong enough todo so and could snap the rope in an instant. It had learnt not to try!!

This is what I feel we become like with so many things in life. We become just so accustomed to things always happening the same way that we just don't consider trying something else, or trying them differently. When I considered all the things I do I was pretty shocked to see all the other ways they could be done, and in many ways the alternatives were much better!!

Readers, I'm not suggesting that what we usually do is wrong, far from it. But what I'm suggesting is that by tweaking them just a bit from time to time can be humorous, liberating and also life giving in many cases.

Let's start with something that happens so many times each day that we just become blase about it.

You rock up to work, a colleague walks past and says "Hi, how are you today?". 

Our usual reaction is something like "Good thanks, how are you?" and we both move on without really saying much more than that. How many times a day does this happen to you? Do you remember each one of these interactions?

So, why not live on the edge a bit from time to time and reply with something different and unexpected? Stray from your usual 'autopilot' response?

"Great! I finally perfected my coffee from our new machine this morning"

or

"I'm excited about the new lunch I am trying today"

or

"Disappointed that a bird shat on my shirt on the clothesline!"

When we respond with an unexpected reply it could generate a quick discussion with that person that might just perk us both up for the rest of the day. It might result in a laugh, a high five or a sympathetic moan or pat on the shoulder. Who knows?

But pick your targets!! I recall one colleague who, when asked "How are you today?" would then regale us in great detail about her current diarrhoea, or flatulence, or complain about her husband or another staff member. Whenever asked, she would reply with a tale of woe, and it got to the point where we would rarely if ever ask how she was. Even if we have these problems, they are generally not the sort of replies we are searching for when we greet someone. Maybe talk about them in private at a more opportune time, but try not to kill a cheerful greeting!!!

I know from experience what replies I'll generally get from certain people, but the ones who I actively seek out to greet are the ones who do not have an 'autopilot' response and always have something interesting or humorous to say when I greet them.

A bad habit of mine when I'm around the house on my own is my potty mouth!!! (Some might say it's when I'm out of the house too!!)

By this I mean that when something just doesn't go right I tend to drop the 'F-Bomb' quite freely. There is no-one else to hear it, just me, and as soon as I say it I think to myself "Why did you just say that???" It might be my response to the simplest of things, like dropping a spoon, spilling something on the bench, sitting down and then remembering I've left something on the other side of the room etc. They are the most pathetic things, yet I seem to feel they are worthy of receiving an F-Bomb despite the fact that it just won't change a thing. It is a serious autopilot offence of mine.

 I just did it now Readers.

Yesterday I sold a car and just now I got a reply from someone who messaged me 4 days ago about a price for it and they hadn't responded to my reply. They just responded now with an offer that was better than what I sold the car for. Not a great difference, but enough for me to let an F-Bomb rip 🤬 And who heard it? Just me!!!

I'll also be out in the garden and the flies will be bothering me, or I prick myself on the roses and I'll let one slip. Then I just stop and listen and hope the neighbours haven't heard me!

I have to be more aware that I do this as I feel that the day will come when I'll just let one out in public!!!!! 

My 'autopilot' often starts the day, and that's okay. There are just some things that I don't want to change as they set me up for the day. I'm always an early bird and get up super early and do my rehab exercises for the various body parts that have been mended over the past few years. That won't change. 

Lately though I've been thinking that I practically have the same thing for breakfast nearly every day without fail. BORING!!!

So this week I have been mixing it up and actually trying different things. Just as easy to prepare as my usuals, but just different. It's amazing how it has changed my approach to the rest of the day and it encourages me to try other things differently too.

Not big changes, just subtle ones that have had big results.

Usually when I go out for dinner or have a meal at a pub, I always look at the menu with the intention of trying something new, but always go back to the usual safe option that I always choose. This year however I have broken the shackles and actually tried something different each time I have dined out. The first time I switched off the autopilot I was as cagey as anything, but very satisfied afterwards. I was still nervous the next time, but as I do it more often I am enjoying the experiences so much more.

I'm doing a similar thing at home, and instead of just rotating the same meals as I have been doing since becoming single again, I have been going through some of our old recipes that we'd use and exploring new ones. It is quite liberating and instead of cooking being mundane, it tends to be a tad more exciting.

I have so much time on my hands at the moment and it is a very easy trap to fall into not doing much at all some days. I realise that this is not good for me and that I need to find other things to add to my days.

Recently I rediscovered the enjoyment of writing letters by hand, and although the physical act of doing this is quite difficult at the moment due to some ailments I'm having with both hands, I'm loving revisiting the experience. Unfortunately, the reason why I started doing this was to reach out to a friend whose health is ailing and his time with us is decreasing. It would be so much easier to type an email or letter and print and send it, but the actual act of handwriting it makes me feel so much more connected to this friend. The time spent doing the writing gives me more time to think about our friendship and what he must be going through, and provides a more personal touch as he is unable to take visitors, save for his family. Imagine my surprise when a 6 page handwritten letter arrived from him this week. Talk about humbling! I never expected him to do this and he way that he expressed what he was enduring brought tears for sure. If it was typed it would have been just as good, but the fact that he had taken the time to write it really touched me deeply. And it also reinforced to me the importance of allowing yourself to be vulnerable, which he did in spades.

In my past two letters to him, handwritten of course, I used a number of different coloured pens. Why? A few days previously I was having a FaceTime call with one of our Grandsons overseas. He was drawing a picture of me and showing it to me and I commented on all the colours he was using. His response? "Pop, colours are what we are!"

This really got me thinking, which is why i used colours when writing to my friend, as I used colours that matched how I was feeling about what I was writing about. I explained this to my friend and I'm sure he understood.

That's why I now keep a batch of coloured pens on my bench, and when I scribble down notes during the day I try to choose a colour that suits my mood at the time. Later on when I check the notes I often wonder why I chose that colour at that time, and it has been a great way to revisit how I might be feeling throughout the day.

So when visitors come to our house they might now understand why one person needs a cup of 20 pens next to the pad on his kitchen bench!!

My exercise routines are generally becoming limited to indoors lately. I've had to stop kayaking due to the condition of my hands, hopefully the first operation next week will go some way to fixing this. Although I can ride my bike on the roads, I'm still not confident enough with getting my feet out of the cleats quickly enough due to the surgeries on my ankles. So I ride my bike on the rollers in the shed and watch trashy tv. I always watch the same programs mindlessly.

Riding on autopilot. 🥱 But over the past two weeks I have actively looked for newer things to watch in order to stimulate the mind a bit more. And hasn't it worked!!

I'm so much more motivated and as a result my times and efforts have improved markedly. I must admit I'm more knackered as I'm pushing myself harder but I'm enjoying it so much more and actively looking forward to each session. I never knew just how much there is to watch on YouTube and I'm continually finding new content that engages me.

Well Readers, 

I could bang on and on about all the other times when I hit the 'autopilot' button, but that's about as exciting as rubber lips on a woodpecker!!

Have a think about your 'autopilot' moments. How will you respond next time someone greets you? Why not wear odd socks tomorrow? Buy a new spread for your toast? Drive to work a different way? Try a new tv program? Find a word to replace your F-Bomb!!!!!!

I'm heading out now to buy some groceries, and instead of going automatically to the same things in the usual aisles, I'm going to actively look for something new and different just to prove it can be done. I actually made some pasties and slow cooked chow mein earlier this week. Although the pasties resembled something like the plasticene that we used back in the day in primary school, they still tasted magnificent!!

The autopilot is off for as much as I can for the rest of the day, let's see if I stay sane.

Until my next post,

Cheers 😁

 You've got it so good !!

In his song "Pink Houses", John Mellencamp describes a man who has 

"...got an interstate runnin' through his front yard,

You know he thinks he's got it so good".

I heard this song yesterday (actually I might hear it a few times a week as it's in my 'Favourites' playlist on Spotify) and this line just keeps sticking in my head. I even woke up during the night last night and it was playing in my head and I just couldn't figure out why.

So I got up and scribbled down some thoughts that were running through my mind, as I knew I wouldn't get back to sleep unless I addressed it there and then. Yes Readers, that's how I get many of my ideas to write about, and they will keep running through my mind until I do something about them.

The man referred to in the song was probably living in not the most salubrious of conditions, but in his own mind he was doing very well indeed. He was the king of his own castle.

But in the minds and judgements of others he could easily be seen as someone who was definitely down on his luck and living on Struggle St, and in conditions that many of us would do the utmost to avoid. It's all a matter of perception, something that I have repeatedly written about in so many of my posts.

So this got me thinking about the times when I feel I "have got it so good".

Ironically, this all happened in a week where I saw my doctor about some ongoing ailments that I have been getting treatment for over the past two years. Yeah, I hear you, Ho Hum !!

I've been told to keep my arm in a cast and a finger in a splint and to keep wearing them in preparation for some upcoming surgery. Then the same process is to be repeated on the other arm a few weeks later. Let's see how well I follow his instructions. Soon after that is another shoulder op.

No big deal as I'm accustomed to it now, and hoping that these might be the final parts of the 'fix me' jigsaw!! Actually, it's just laughable now as this has been a constant for the past 3 1/2 years. Some are due to age related sports injuries, others were accidents and some just happened without any input from me!!

How ironic that a few days after seeing the surgeon and coming home with my tail between my legs that the current situation in the Middle East erupted. That was the instant perspective pill that snapped me back into reality. Here I was worrying about sore hands, fingers and shoulders, while others on the planet were getting bombed. 

Guilt for sure!!

And what made it worse is the fact that this situation in The Gulf is very personal to me as one of our sons, his wife and our two grandsons moved to Dubai back in January as part of his work. There were so many stories on the news about the situation, but for the first day or two I didn't know exactly how our son and the family were being affected. And while I was worried sick, I just knew that any amount of worrying would achieve nothing as there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. Plus I didn't want them to be worrying about me worrying about them.

Eventually I got news that they were fine, and if anything, it was not affecting them much at all save for having to home school their eldest boy who had recently started school. The school had shut down like in Covid, but people were still able to move around the city. Concerned yes, but feeling relatively safe.

Here in Bendigo one could complain that the price of fuel has gone up significantly and is unavailable at some service stations. If that's the worst of it for me at the moment, then I must admit that in comparison to others I'm like the bloke in the song, "I've got it so good".

I don't like it, it's inconvenient, but is it the worst thing ever? 

Before you come running at me with raised pitchforks and accusing me of treating the situation lightly, I'm not. It's very easy to view any negative situation that we are in as the worst thing in the world, but in reality there would be so many others who would willingly swap places if they could.

I think of our son and his family trying to find a way out of a war zone safely and I'm worrying about paying extra for my fuel. That alone slapped me back into reality.

Thankfully they did get out a few days ago to a safer country, but my heart goes out to all of those who haven't been able to get out or may not have the resources to do so.

Added to this is the fact that most of what we hear about is the threat to fuel supplies. I get it, but what about the people who are resigned to the fact that they will have to stay put and sit it out, not knowing if things will escalate or calm down?

People versus fuel.

Once again I'm very conscious that the fuel availability will hurt so many both near and afar, but let's keep in mind that in a war it is mostly innocent people being killed, and having had family too close to it for my liking is why it may appear that I am being flippant about the fuel aspect. I'm not, I just see more serious issues at play.

So Readers, what 'interstates runnin' through your front yards" do you have at the moment?

By this I mean things that others may see as heavy baggage, but in your mind they are things not really worth worrying about as there are much more important things to focus on. I've had people feel a bit sorry for me when they hear about the continuing failure of my body to stay upright or functioning, but it doesn't worry me a bit. I HAVE got it so good as I have great people around me, our boys are healthy and I'm not sick. I get up in the mornings and can put one foot in front of the other (at last!!). There is food in the fridge, clothes in the closet ( a bit outdated I agree!) and money in the bank. I can drive my car to where I want, and the only slight hiccup is that my diesel is dearer and may get a bit harder to get if things get worse.

That's not too much to worry about when I stop and really think about how others are doing.

It also gets me thinking about other times when I have "had it so good"

And this is where I'll just focus on those trivial day to day things that have worked out for me, but leave me feeling like I'm ten feet tall. They will be totally irrelevant and meaningless to you, but when they go well, so do I.

Today for example.

I got up and knew that I had to bottle a barrel of ginger beer that has been bubbling away for the past week. It does become a chore at times, but I approached it with a different mindset, by thinking about how nice they will be when ready in a few weeks. I even changed my usual practice slightly and it was far more efficient, and I actually enjoyed it more than I normally would. Instead of taking around 80-90 mins, I had it pegged in just under an hour. Do you think this set me up for a great day??

This should be pure gold in a few weeks!!

A quick brekky, then out comes the vacuum, mop and bucket. My favourites list on Spotify blaring (sorry neighbours 🫢) and the place is spotless in record time.

So Readers, two chores that are usually a grind but I nailed them really well without a fuss.

I was just starting to rack them up.

As much as I love writing my posts I still feel a sense of tediousness at times as I know that I will have to give the next hour or 2 or 3 to do it right. But once I start time becomes irrelevant. If I could just get started more often!!  Usually I'll see that I have some hours to spare, but I'll go riding or kayaking instead.

As the day is a bit grey here today and rain is threatening ( but probably won't come) it is a perfect writing day, so here I am.

And one thing I can't do is do something without background music, much to the consternation of family, friends and colleagues! I've got YouTube on and after clicking on one song, it is now playing all my favourites. Not needing to skip a song is bliss, and anticipating what will be next is so good. I've just had The Boss blasting out 'Born to Run', and now my current favourite song is on. I stumbled across "Rein Me In" by Sam Fender/Olivia Dean, I think it might get replayed a few times as it just such a banger that has touched a chord with me. The power of great music, I've got it so good!!

Brewing ginger beer, mopping the floors, listening to Spotify, vacuuming the cars, weeding the lawn, YouTube music clips and writing a post. I'll even hop on the bike after this. "Get a life' I hear you saying, but this is what is making me feel good today, so isn't that a life? Tomorrow could be different altogether, so I'll appreciate what is on offer today.

I haven't had the stress of needing to leave a country due to war, and hopefully I never will, so appreciating what I have has made today even more worthwhile. Even the writing of this post has made me appreciate the little things that matter. My little things could be irrelevant to you just as much as yours could possible be to me, but I hope that you can stop and reflect on the things that tell you that you also have "Got it so good".

And finally, I just decided what to cook for dinner tonight. Keeping in mind that I'm focussing on the little things that make me realise I have 'got it so good'.

Sausages in bread. Tomato sauce. That's it and I'm happy.

Yep. I do have it so good.

Until my next post,

Cheers 😁

p.s. And did you notice that I didn't start with an excuse for not writing this post sooner?

 What's Your Thing ?

Hi Readers,

Another lapse between posts, but I suppose I always open with that statement! I need to come up with something better for sure.

As usual I've been bumbling around trying to mesh a few ideas into the one post, and after being housebound for most of the day with constant rain ( and not complaining about it for a second!!) I managed to get quite a few tasks done that I'd been putting off.

My first year of retirement saw me try a number of things that I was wanting to do and although not all of them worked out, it was not for want of trying.

I'm often asked what things I'm doing, and often my reply is "I still haven't found exactly what I want to do yet".

Which brings me to the focus of this post. "What's your thing?"

I was on the phone last week discussing what plans I might have, and after waffling through some potential ideas my sister just said to me "You just haven't found your thing yet".

Sometimes the answer is so obvious we fail to see it, and it was at this moment that I realised that was what was bugging me. I just hadn't found my 'thing' yet.

Let me explain this by way of an example that my family and friends just laugh about, and rightly so. I laugh about it too!!

Around 18 months ago I bought a caravan, as that was what Jen and I were planning to do in our retirement. I went away in it a few times, then I couldn't use it for quite a few months after leg surgery, so I sold it. Plus it was just a bit big for me.

Fast forward a few months and I got itchy feet again (at least in the parts where there is still some feeling) and I went and bought a much smaller van and brought it home from Melbourne.

I just didn't like the colour scheme but still went ahead and bought it as it was about $6 K less than the one I really wanted. Even when I was driving it home I was having doubts and thought that perhaps I'd rushed into it. Over the next few days I started to realise that the workmanship in it wasn't overly great, and I was doubting how good it actually was. Many things seemed too fragile and I was beginning to think I'd done the wrong thing. After extensive research on the brand, which I should have done beforehand, I found that this company and brand had more than enough bad reviews, and I wanted out.

So next thing you know it's up for sale without ever having been used !!

Once friends heard that I'd bought another van they just laughed at me. Now when they see that I had it up for sale they just laughed even harder.

And all the time it didn't bother me a bit because I could see where they were coming from. 

I think I have nearly reached the conclusion that caravanning might not be 'my thing'.

Perhaps I like the idea of having a caravan, but not so much the realities associated with it. I never liked towing it, and I'm not that keen on caravan parks anyway, so what was I thinking???? Luckily I was able to sell it pretty quickly, even after the price of them dropped even further. 

So what did I do a week or so ago after selling it? I went to the caravan show in Melbourne for a look around, BUT I was definitely not going to buy another one.

Not yet anyway.

Taking the van to the new owner. I won't miss this van, but I still have good memories of the earlier one.

When I retired at the end of 2024 I was convinced that I was done with teaching, as for most of the year I was just wishing that the year would end.

After going overseas for a while, then being laid up with my leg for a few months I was definitely getting cabin fever, which resulted in my short lived second caravan purchase.

I also mentioned to my old school that if they were short of teachers I'd be available for any relief days if they were desperate. I didn't need to do it, I just needed to fill my time as I couldn't get away much as I still couldn't walk properly.

Well, they must have been desperate as I was called in for a number of days leading up to the end of the year.

Rather than feeling totally over teaching as was the case 12 months previously, I was actually excited and looking forward to it. Despite struggling with the new ways of teaching that had since been implemented, I found that I was really enjoying it. It was made easier by the fact that I pretty much knew most of the kids and most of them still remembered me, so they coached me through the new way of teaching that they were doing now.

They were teaching me, but I was getting paid!!

Over the Christmas holidays I ummed and aahed as to whether I'd do CRT work this year, but as I found that I need to be in Bendigo for the next few months due to possible surgeries, I put my hand up again for CRT work if they were short.

Well, I've had quite a few days already and even more coming up and I'm really enjoying it.

Whereas I'd lost my 'zing' quite a lot in my last year of teaching, I've discovered that there is still something left in the tank.

Readers, please don't think I'm going to go back teaching full time, far from it. I've just realised that I still have the teaching itch, that it is still part of my 'thing'. I guess that after 38 years it is hard to give something away so abruptly, so this gradual easing away seems to suit me better.

Ask me again this Friday after I complete this week!!

While I enjoy going in for these occasional days, I do enjoy my days where I am just my retired self. The social connection is what really helps too.

We just loved our travel and went on quite a few overseas trips, saw amazing places and did so many great things together. Travel was definitely our 'thing', something that we were planning to do so much more of in our retirement.

Last year when I was overseas the first week was brilliant as I was seeing our son and his family in NYC. It couldn't have been better.

But the next 4 weeks saw me plodding around Europe on my own, and it just didn't have anything near the same level of fun or excitement as any of our previous trips at all.

I was feeling a bit like Linus from the Charlie Brown cartoons from the 70's, just moping around the place.

I'd spent years yearning for the day when I could travel overseas, here I was doing it and not really enjoying it at all.  What was wrong with me? This was meant to be one of my 'things'!!

After selling my caravan I was thinking "What do I do next?"

I still have the bug to travel, but was in a quandry as too where to go next.

As soon as I thought of a place to go to, a travel warning would come up. I was thinking of going to Turkey but the Govt has issued a travel warning about going here. Then I thought about Greece and Croatia, but thoughts kept flooding my brain that it would be just like last year's overseas trip again. I was picking places just for the sake of picking somewhere.

Our son and his family recently moved to Dubai, so I was definitely going there, even to the point of looking at airfares as recently as last week.

The events of the weekend have definitely put that one on hold, thanks a lot Iran!!!!

As I was leaving London last year it dawned on me that I'd never been to Ireland, and here I was so close to it. It's a place I've always wanted to visit, and why we have missed it on all of our trips is beyond me.

That thought has stayed with me for nearly 12 months, and unlike many places that I think would be nice to visit, Ireland is a place that I actually WANT to visit, especially as our family heritage originates from there. Japan is so popular at the moment, but I won't go there as everyone is going there. Similarly with Vietnam. 

I have nothing against those places, I'm sure they are brilliant, but when I hear that everyone is going to a certain place, that turns me off. Just how my warped mind works!!

Maybe Ireland could be my next 'thing'?

With all this waffle from me about what is your 'thing', it got me thinking about what other things could be my thing. (That's pretty poor grammar isn't it!)

There are a number of things I'm considering, and I guess I won't know if they are for me or not until I try them. For goodness sake, I bought and sold two caravans before coming to a sort of realisation that they weren't possibly my thing.

I can always look, but not touch, like I did at the recent caravan show. That's where I'm at with another thing that I have always been wanting to do for so many years.

And what's that you ask?

I have always loved a particular model Holden car, the EH. It's only a coincidence that it coincides with the year of my birth and I find myself searching a few times a week online for what is available.

Don't ask me why, but I just love everything about them. I know as much about engines etc as I know about molecular biology, so if I bought one it would need to be in really good condition so that I wouldn't have to do anything to it. Another harebrained idea I can imagine you all thinking, but one that I haven't discounted yet. 

YET!!!

I think i'd much prefer cruising around in one of these instead of pulling a caravan.

Since selling the van I am in a much better position to perhaps purchase one, but I am definitely cooling my jets and not rushing in.

At this point I'm convinced that this could be a 'thing', but I've been down that road before!!!

Stay tuned and don't be surprised Readers!!!

And finally, and this is a definite 'thing', I get so much inspiration from some of the music I listen to. Sometimes a song just comes along at the right time and it might just be a line or a chorus that just slaps me in the face and helps me to understand things a bit more, or myself a lot more. Recently I saw online a clip about a Richmond player from the past and the music overlay was a song that immediately caught my attention. I looked it up and found that there was so much in it that I could apply to myself at the moment.

Needless to say it has been on high rotation over the past few days!!!

Well Readers, not much substance to this post, just more of me banging on!

I hope that you have your own 'things' and that you get to explore and experience them.

Like me, you might discover that what you thought was a 'thing' was actually more the opposite! But that's no reason to not pursue them, why die wondering?

And don't be surprised by whatever I might try next 😳

Until my next post,

Cheers 😁