Category: Diary

Excited

What a great day – very busy at work. Incredibly happy that Meredith has actually hired somebody to exclusively write content for the nutrition site that I am doing. It’ll be fantastic to have someone to work with.

Big excitement is I may get involved with the Melbourne Ice, a new ice hockey club. Spoke to the chairman this afternoon and he’s eager to get me on board to help with their website and offered me admin type stuff too if I was interested. This would be fantastic to get in on the ground floor of an exciting new club, and especially with a sport I love. Will be waiting for his mails or a call now.

Okay

Application for Johnston St faxed. Nothing we can do now except wait. The suspense will kill me.

Just thinking that this is the first place in a long time I have voluntarily moved to – most of my recent moves have been through necessity. Must have been Hawthorn almost 10 years ago that was the last one.

Okay

Application for Johnston St faxed. Nothing we can do now except wait. The suspense will kill me.

Just thinking that this is the first place in a long time I have voluntarily moved to – most of my recent moves have been through necessity. Must have been Hawthorn almost 10 years ago that was the last one.

One of those days.

Well, looking back on it I guess today was one of those turning point days. Rae and I are applying for a house together. Suprise if you’re not Rae! Saw it this afternoon. I love it, think it may be a bit more modern than Rae was anticipating but it’s something we can make our own. Study for me, room for Phee, big kitchen, lot’s of light and two parks literaly at our front and back door. Sunny spots for Thomas, cable TV in the street. Pretty much all we were wanting. I’ll fax the applications tomorrow and then it’s all fingers crossed.

Told Veronica this evening and she was really happy for the both of us. What a gal. She’s looking at buying a place and Steve was wondering if I would move in with her, which I would in a second if Rae and I weren’t looking.

Also have volunteered to help with a web site for Melbourne Ice, Melbourne’s new ice hockey team. Hopefully they’ll take me up on it – it’d be great to get involved in a sporting club somehow, especially in a sport I love. Law and Order on now – gotta go.

Let The Sun Shine In.

Just back from my lunch time walk, picked up a copy of Billy Bragg’s ‘Talking To The Taxman About Poetry‘. Must be feeling all revolutionary. I was actually after his latest album – the Aus version has a bonus track, ‘Yarra Song‘. He played it live in concert and I loved it. Will go hunting at JB’s tomorrow evening I think.

Walk has also made me realise a reason I am unproductive at work – you can’t work without daylight. I’ve been holed up in this dungeon for a two years now, time to move up or out. Must be the Billy coming through.

Bleah

I have a cold. Just annoying enough to make me feel icky, yet not annoying enough to warrant an extended stay in bed. Must buy some more Lemsip.

Heart Breaker

Tonight Phee gives me a picture she drew of my house. Written at the top was ‘Tony My Dad’. There’s no words for how that makes me feel.

Looks like it’s going to be a long winter. The Tige’s were impressively underwhelming in their easy defeat. Weird thing was getting sunburnt. The sun was a scorcher and sitting in a t-shirt to watch a game five rounds in was a bit bizzare. Also the combination of beer and sun probably points towards an early evening.

Nice thing was I took the family to the footy for the first time. Rae and Phee came along, although think Rae may be a jinx. Off to her place now for her great spag bog.

The Wait

okay. Tiger’s t-shirt on. Tiger’s wind breaker on. Tigers scalf draped on door ready to grab. Tiger’s jacket hanging over scalf. Tiger’s membership badge on. Brand new walkman in pocket and train ticket in wallet.

45 minutes until Rae gets here – if I was going myself I’d head in now and sit in the G, read the paper and wait. Overcast skies – hope it’s an omen for the Hawks.

I was wrong.

11.15 and Veronica and Steve are no where to be seen. She must be house hunting. Why do the washing powder and fabric softener always run out at the same time?