It's finally here - SUMMER!

And about time too. We were wondering last week whether it would finally arrive. So the heatwave has hit, we're not going to the pool as Kate has a throat infection.
However she's okay, or appears to be I hope. I overreacted and we're on anti-biotics.
After her stint in hospital, I'm an overly sensitive mum now!
I'm enjoying the break but I have to get my ass into gear if I ever want to finish the PhD. Big timey. In the meantime, being a mum, which I'm loving and generally having a nice time with hubby.

Hospital, New Year and Hope

Well it's been a while since I've posted and heaps has happened. Just after I posted last time, Kate was stricken with a golden staph infection and was in hospital for 6 days. I only went home for an hour in the whole six days.
DJ and I alternated between looking after Kate or being with her, whatever, and working. Very stressful, she was a sick little girl.
Then we got her out and it was a flurry of marking and Xmas. The marking nearly killed me this semester. Urgh.
Parents came here for Xmas and I surprised myself with rather good cooking. I even impressed myself!
Kate is ill again today, with a temperature. We hope it's not too nasty this time. Gosh I hope she is okay.

Summer time

Well it's the end of semester and the students, for their sins, submit their work this week. There are a couple I am very concerned about but I can't do their work for them.
I've been giving this creativity course, which is actually very illuminating and quite confronting also.
Kate wants more grapes. Back in a tic.
It's all been quite illuminating and a little tragic around here lately. Christine's boyfriend dropped her earlier this month, or late last month and within a day was engaged to another girl. What a creep! Not that she wants to be mixed up with him, he was a loser and I hope she finds a nicer person next time. Anyone who visits someone and drinks the cabinet dry in 3 weeks is an alcoholic and needs help.
I feel sad for the new fiance when she realizes what a trial being married to a schizophrenic alcoholic unemployable sociophobe.
I'm quite pissed off with him, but then I never liked him and she's well shot of him.
It's Christine who I worry about, as she's actually become a rather nice person after all. I know we've had our differences in the past, but she's got talent and I hope it all works well for her.
She's moving to Melbourne. Good luck to her.
PhD doing OK, but not as well as before Andy yelled at me. Quite demotivating. Must push up the speed.
Happy at work. I really like it at TAFE. It seems like a happy place to work and I'm loving it. Works for me.

Technology and transcriptions

I wonder why anyone would add a link to the title of their blog. More transcribing, did another interview yesterday. I've been hanging around like a bad smell waiting for Kaz to show up for his second talk aloud. He no show. I shall gently berate him later when I see him. Maybe he's sick. Andy was late today, but there's not much to report. Starting the second tranche of talk alouds. Need to find two more educators and two more experienced web designers.
Shall look up massive again and try the Lilian lady. Must also contact the lovely Mr. Goodyear and see if he can help. Hmm. Did a thing with one of the fellow post grads about to-do lists. Very interesting.
DJ's doing yet another course next week. Let's see what transpires of that. Hope it works for him. Fingers crossed.

Sadness and Joy

I've been watching "Love Actually" on TV. Made me very melancholic about Engerland. I miss it. Yet I don't. I feel a little like DJ in that things haven't gone particularly well here in Oz. But we're surviving. Our little one is getting bigger.
Watching the end of the film, where people hug their loved ones at the airport reminded me of when I came back from New Orleans that time. No hugs for me. Not even a kiss. Was that 2 years before we split up? He put me through torture, that one.
It makes me so sad when I think about those times. Not good times. Not then.
We went to Katoomba yesterday and I was a little sad there too. I loved it up there. And didn't.
I'm a bit weepy today. Shouldn't ponder the past. Le passe est le passe. Laise tombe.
I really miss London. I've been missing it more and more lately. I know that things change, people move on. Even if we went back, it wouldn't be the same. The past is another country. Rang the ABC to enquire about a job there today. Laise tombe. The man on the other end of the phone was horrible. Don't these people realize that they are ambassadors for their company when they speak dismissively to folk on the phone. Put me right off.
Anyways sad right now. But also very happy. DJ and Kate are lovely and are my joy. Absolute joy.
Spent today transcribing again. Not progressing as fast as I'd hoped, but it was the lovely Kaz, who is quite loquatious. God rest my aching fingers.

Argghh!

So I ring her today. She picks a fight. I hang up.
Nuff said.

Sometimes I wonder if she'll ever get over having had post natal depression with me.
LIKE GET OVER IT!

The sound of one hand clapping

I wonder if there's anyone out there? I write this blog from time to time. Is there anyone home? What is the sound of one hand clapping? If a tree falls in a forest and no-one hears it fall, did it ever fall? Indeed, did it ever actually exist?
I blog, perchance to dream.
I've been dreaming in 3D lately. I had something rather important to remember from my dream last night. But alas, as with all of these things, I forgot what it was.
Wrote a poem - or perhaps a children's book yesterday.
Mmm. The possibilities.
I wonder if anything will ever come of it all. Regardless, we survived the dust storms, the tsunamis and everything else nature seems to be throwing at us. They say the bushfire season will be bad this year. On verra.