It's sticky. I mean it's not that blisteringly hot sticky that stops you from sleeping at night and makes you lie awake covered in sweat. No, it's a 27 degree sticky that has had Baby K covered in sweat from head to toe all day - right up until I ripped off all her clothes and let her run around in a nappy.
Either that or she has a fever, but to be truthful, I think it's a combination of both.
The Berber was invited to go play soccer today, but didn't go because of the heat. Ironically it started cooling down around 2pm and then poured all evening.
It's still sticky though.
And I've discovered I have an earache. Which is probably why Baby K's been wingey all day too.
I was supposed to do some study today, but to be honest I'm too tired. The stickyness and the lack of sleep are weighing down on me like a dead thing.
The movie "The Mummy" was on tele tonight, and I don't mind it, even if it is a laughable plot line. I fell asleep on the couch and awoke covered in sweat.
So needless to say I've been a bit lazy today.
We went exploring at Woolwich, due to Berber's desire to see the harbour. I've never really been snooping around the peninsula, so it was fun. We found a decent place with a view at the ferry wharf. Nice.
24/02/2007
23/02/2007
I've got Friday on my mind
So much for posting every day. Yesterday was very busy. Went to uni in the morning and did some research, then popped home for an hour and then to TAFE to teach.
The digital media students are very good and threaten to keep me on my toes.
Berber was in a mood when I came home, exacerbated by him leaving around dinner time and coming home from the shops a little late, too late for K's dinner. So she got all cross and screamy, the Berber got all stressed and nothing went too well.
Oh dear.
Today is another day.
Quite a good one really. Sun is out, sky is blue.
Our single mum neighbour has just been over for coffee with gorgeous 13 week old baby. Very sweet. Ran around like a headless chook this morning cleaning and ironing and all domestic bliss.
Not very interesting really. Study tonight. All's good.
Tidd
The digital media students are very good and threaten to keep me on my toes.
Berber was in a mood when I came home, exacerbated by him leaving around dinner time and coming home from the shops a little late, too late for K's dinner. So she got all cross and screamy, the Berber got all stressed and nothing went too well.
Oh dear.
Today is another day.
Quite a good one really. Sun is out, sky is blue.
Our single mum neighbour has just been over for coffee with gorgeous 13 week old baby. Very sweet. Ran around like a headless chook this morning cleaning and ironing and all domestic bliss.
Not very interesting really. Study tonight. All's good.
Tidd
21/02/2007
Notes on a Wednesday
Well the need to express some form of creativity in the current miasma of academia has at last driven me to create my first blog.
That is to say, of course, the miasma of academia that isn't scaffolded by nappy changing, spoon feeding Baby K, changing clothes, going for walks and otherwise generally having good times with the Berber.
Today I did more than the usual, which is normal for a Wednesday. After arising at some ungodly hour by Baby K tap tap tapping on her door for attention, the usual morning feed (this morning consisting mostly of mango - her tastes apparently now far too sophisticated for her usual vegemite toast. Predicated by the fact that I've run out of her favourite breakfast cereal.) We had the usual riotous time with the mango slipping out from between her fingers and much giggling ensuing.
What to do with a mango slurpy for a baby? Take offending toddler and place in shower. Turn on and watch squeals as she realises the water is cold to begin with. She loves it. Mango washing down drain along with all our sins.
Berber still snoring in bedroom, iron work trousers, dress in boring conservative but not too unflattering black pinstriped shirt, then deposit baby on top of sleeping form with a "Got to go to work" and escaping to the screams as Baby K is not fooled by the ruse and realises I'm off.
"Work" at this time consists of lecturing the uninitiated in the art of 3D an an attempt to make creative geniuses of them all. We're up to week 3 and this is a busy tutorial - they appear to be rising to the challenge, with some non-pc literate folk the marked exceptions.
The lovely Jess shows up around 1030, submitting her work ridiculously late. She's a student who's been battling a brain tumour all last semester. Absolutely a gorgeous person. All the more tragic in that I've known her since she was ten. She has a deferral and as long as I get her marking done by Friday it will all be ok.
Back home for lunch and the lovely Berber all smiles. Appears family is getting on well today. Baby K asleep after a big lunch. Yay.
Off to academic supervisor for PhD. He seems happier with my work, it seems even more focused to me now, and the path forward is clarifying and becoming edged with little gold fairylights. The PhD is in e-learning and I'm probably going to bore you with it and you will have to be shot at the end. Confidentiality and all that.
You have been warned.
Tidd
That is to say, of course, the miasma of academia that isn't scaffolded by nappy changing, spoon feeding Baby K, changing clothes, going for walks and otherwise generally having good times with the Berber.
Today I did more than the usual, which is normal for a Wednesday. After arising at some ungodly hour by Baby K tap tap tapping on her door for attention, the usual morning feed (this morning consisting mostly of mango - her tastes apparently now far too sophisticated for her usual vegemite toast. Predicated by the fact that I've run out of her favourite breakfast cereal.) We had the usual riotous time with the mango slipping out from between her fingers and much giggling ensuing.
What to do with a mango slurpy for a baby? Take offending toddler and place in shower. Turn on and watch squeals as she realises the water is cold to begin with. She loves it. Mango washing down drain along with all our sins.
Berber still snoring in bedroom, iron work trousers, dress in boring conservative but not too unflattering black pinstriped shirt, then deposit baby on top of sleeping form with a "Got to go to work" and escaping to the screams as Baby K is not fooled by the ruse and realises I'm off.
"Work" at this time consists of lecturing the uninitiated in the art of 3D an an attempt to make creative geniuses of them all. We're up to week 3 and this is a busy tutorial - they appear to be rising to the challenge, with some non-pc literate folk the marked exceptions.
The lovely Jess shows up around 1030, submitting her work ridiculously late. She's a student who's been battling a brain tumour all last semester. Absolutely a gorgeous person. All the more tragic in that I've known her since she was ten. She has a deferral and as long as I get her marking done by Friday it will all be ok.
Back home for lunch and the lovely Berber all smiles. Appears family is getting on well today. Baby K asleep after a big lunch. Yay.
Off to academic supervisor for PhD. He seems happier with my work, it seems even more focused to me now, and the path forward is clarifying and becoming edged with little gold fairylights. The PhD is in e-learning and I'm probably going to bore you with it and you will have to be shot at the end. Confidentiality and all that.
You have been warned.
Tidd
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