I’m terrible with faces, absolutely shocking. This hit me, again, yesterday when the coffee lady at the baseball greeted me like a long lost friend. I have no idea if I’ve met her before, she does look sort of familiar, or if she’s just naturally bubbly and friendly. (If you do know me and you’re reading this coffee lady, I’m sorry!). This is the total opposite to my wife who has a Google like ability to place any face she has ever seen, no matter how briefly.
I can be introduced to a person and five minutes later I can struggle to remember them, especially in a social situation where I am meeting multiple people for the first time. Faces all tend to look the same to me, I can’t describe people verbally, and it can take a couple of one-on-one conversations for a person to ‘stick’. Hand in hand with this goes names. No technique has yet improved my ability to remember names, whose retention can last less than a face.
It worries me that I can come across as rude, or vague, but I can assure you, whomever you may be, I;m bot being rude. It really is just me.
Yesterday I didn’t take a photo. This is odd for me, checking my PC I se I have taken (or kept) over 21,000 since I first had a digital camera. The number really began to climb though when they started putting decent enough cameras in phones and now I probably take a few each day.
Yesterday morning though I chose not to take one. I was in the kitchen getting the twins ready for their drama dress rehearsal when I looked up to see Kennedy doing up Henry’s top button and straighten his bow tie.
It was beautiful.
I reached for my phone but stopped. Not this time. I drank it in, a moment just for me.
Last weekend the horn stopped working in my car so I dropped it in to the local mechanic on Monday morning to be checked over. They found the problem – a faulty clock sprint – that was going to cost $509 to replace as they had to pretty much replace the whole air bag set up.
You can’t drive without a horn so it had to go ahead. I paid the deposit, they ordered the part and off I went.
Today the miracle occurred. They were wrong. It didn’t need an airbag replacement, they found the part they were looking for second hand AND it was significantly less.
So, for the first time in recorded history a trip to the mechanic not only turned out to be cheaper than expected – I actually received money back.
It’s a not-quite christmas miracle if ever there was one.
This morning I asked the twins “What do you think dad does for a job?”. Initially there were just blank stares before Moo shrugged her shoulders and said, well, nothing. Henry thought for a bit and said I drink coffee.
I then explained that I make web pages, like they see on the internet.
Henry asked “Did you make Google?”
My phone photos are automatically backed up to Google+ (as well as my PC and Crashplan) and this morning I was reminded Google+ has a great feature called ‘Auto Awesome’. It found a few snaps from last night that it could put together in a little animated sequence.
Introducing the ‘awesome-ised’ Mr Henry.
This is what you would see if you were me sitting on my office chair and decided to spin around.
Talking to Henry this morning and I mentioned how he had such a good room.
“Not really, Phoebe’s room is faster.”
It turns out that Phee must have said how she was close to the router so wireless speeds to her phone/tablet would be faster than in the boys room. Even though he doesn’t have either a phone or tablet yet he’s already looking ahead and is disappointed at the internet speed he’ll have.
If there was ever any doubt he was my boy….
I have a problem. I seem to have damaged my left arm somehow and I’m not sure of the best approach to fixing it. I recently had a steroid injection as my GP thought it was a combination of tennis and golfers elbow and while they fixed up pain in my elbow it revealed that pain was actually masking a bigger problem.
I’ve lost strength in my left arm, there’s a tender spot about half/two thirds of the way up my arm that when pressed makes me want to crumble to my knees and when I try to lift or push anything in a particular way I get pain, or more like severe discomfort, in my forearm and upper arm. My arm also feels ‘warm’ a lot of the time.
Now I’d normally go to my GP but in this instance I don’t have much faith in him as he seems to have little or no knowledge of sports injuries. Dr Google is leading me towards a torn bicep but I want to know for sure. Can anyone point me in the direction of which particular health professional can help me best?
This morning I was procrastinating, sitting on the bed reading thing son my phone when Moo piped up ‘Dad, are you ever going to the gym?’. It appears even the 6 year old knows it’s not about motivation, it’s just about getting it done.
This morning I was the only one there, even though it was a late start of 7.30 for me, so I decided to play with a new feature of my phone called PhotoSphere – you can take a fully immersive picture on your phone.
So for all those who have wondered, this is what my empty gym looks like at 7.30 on a Sunday morning.
I’m a very recent convert to baseball but know I like it enough to have taken out a membership with the Melbourne Aces for the coming season.
Today was their members only preseason practice session, a fantastic opportunity to not only see a quick practice session but to meet the players, have a bbq and get to stroll on the field. They’re an incredibly welcoming bunch of people.
Part of the day was a member only raffle. I’d just been talking to their marketing guy, a recent arrival to Australia who had the good sense to pick Richmond as his team, and said how I wanted to go to the MLB game in Sydney next year but the tickets were too expensive. He commiserated and we moved on to talking about Ivan Maric.
Then they drew the raffle.
Yes, You probably guessed.
I won two tickets to the MLB game in Sydney next year,.
I can’t thank the Aces enough. I’m still a little in shock at my luck but will be planning on taking Rae with me. Helen and Bill, do you happen to have a spare bed? Nanas do you have a weekend free?
Thank you, thank you and thank you again Melbourne Aces and here’s to a successful 2013/14 season.