Saturday, September 16, 2017

Dirty 30




This is the last day of my 20s.  Tomorrow I shall be more mature.  I don't feel old enough to be 30 tomorrow.  I don't feel in the least bit like a grown up.  At work I have to at least pretend that I am, i think it makes people feel safer.  I'm sure Lily will wake me up tomorrow with the same disregard for my lie-ins as she does every other day of my life.  I'm sure the day won't feel any different than any other, but it's weird to think that I'm 30 tomorrow. 


I'm not going to have a '1/3 life crisis' as they call it nowadays.  I don't think "I haven't achieved anything in my life" in fact I'm fairly happy with my lot.  There are of course things I'd love to be different - I'd like to be married, I'd like to have kids, I'd like to have a goat farm - but not having them by the time I turn 30 doesn't define me in a Failure/Success way.


Or maybe my writing this blog post is a sign of crumbling resolve and the beginning of a crisis...





I've a massive list of things to be thankful for.  I'm thankful for God, for my family, for Lily, for my house, my car, my job, my friends... all not in that particular order although I did think God should come first.  Not usually how I live my life, unfortunately, but one should have goals.


On Tuesday (30 years old + 1 day) I have my last day of training, followed by my check to line on Thursday.  I'm excited to be finished... but the idea of being released (hopefully) and flying with a regular FO on Friday is somewhat daunting.  What if I need advice?  What if I make a horrible mistake and there's no trainer there to guide me?  Aaaahhhhh! 





On Monday, which clearly comes before Tuesday, I am turning 30.  Did I mention that?  I have planned a glorious cooking spree for the day, followed by dinner out with some of the girls (Manda, Shawnee, Kaitlyn and Nikki).  I was going to have a games night too until I realised what time my shift starts on Tuesday!


It's so tiresome being a responsible adult. 







Saturday, September 2, 2017

Aussie Fathers' Day

In Aussie land, it is Fathers' Day, which means I'm going to talk about my dad.  It's hard to manage what day is what as I tend to forget which day is Irish Fathers' Day due to being out of the loop.  

Firstly, my dad is the best dad in the world.  That is unquestionable fact, and I dare you to argue.  He is also a little odd and decidedly eccentric.  He has taken up the no-shoes lifestyle with great enthusiasm - much to my mother's frustration, at times, and I find that whenever I read anything (in news or otherwise) about footware, I think about my dad.  For instance, my new company's procedures manual states that minimum dress code for passengers includes footwear.  Sorry, Dad.

There was also an article in the news over here about a guy who got stopped by the police in the airport because, lacking footware, he drew flip flops onto his feet with black pen.  Apparently it wasn't realistic enough.  It is assumed that flip flops are suitable clothing even though, in an emergency I suggest they could be more dangerous than bare feet.  Also, people with high heels are encouraged to take them off before evacuating: why not be barefoot in the first place?

Dad is also a lover of open space, a friend to the outdoors.  He loves to roam, alone, through the Irish countryside, or in fact in whatever countryside he finds himself, whether that be the Brisbane suburbs or the icy wilds of Alaska (also barefoot).  He has managed, so far, not to get frost bite in Alaska, but alas he did wear off a significant amount of his soles on the abrasive coral footpaths in Australia.  He didn't, however, get bitten by any snakes.  

This father of mine is also incredibly selfless and when not running around in the wild wearnjng very little in the way of clothing, is usually found working hard.  This could be on electronics - although he is moving away from Microlite now - or fixing things in the house, building, plumbing, electrical, or in fact whenever whatever needs to be done he makes himself available.  I can only hope that one day I am as willing and unafraid as he is.  Or perhaps he is not unafraid, but instead courageous in attempting all of these things that he fears.  

My dad also loves his family dearly.  On a recent trip to Ireland we were all in the same place for once - and despite the noise, which he hates - my father was so very happy.  So happy indeed that it was heart wrenching to have to leave at the end, knowing how sad he was so see us go.  Don't worry, Dad, I'll be back!  And of course, I love him so very much that it is hard to be so far away as well.  He visited me in Zurich for a weekend and it was the best.  We explored an alp and went on trains and walked and talked and <3 my heart could explode.  

Dad, I would never choose any other ever in the world.




Friday, September 1, 2017

Plastic

I shouldn't be allowed on the internet when I'm supposed to be studying.  I picked up my iPad yesterday to read the policy and procedures manual, only to be sidetracked by the Daily Mail - and subsequently to be sidetracked even more by researching zero waste and the dangers of plastic.

I have been converted.

That said, I realised this morning how much I rely on plastic.  My kitchen is full of it!  Every drawer has plastic utensils, Klip containers, cling film, plastic baggies - the list goes on.  The fridge is full of plastic bottles, the pantry full of food in gaudy plastic wrapping.  

"They" forecast (not the Daily Mail) that by 2050 there will be more plastic than fish in the sea.

Start slow, don't go 0-100 in seconds, they say.  I've decided to start with a compost bin and using reusable shopping bags.  However, that's easier said than done.  Today I went in search of a compost bin - yep, they're all made of plastic.  I came home with two wooden pallets which I plan to fashion into a compost bin - hurrah for yet more reasons not to study!

Did you know that even tinned food has plastic?  Nowadays tins are actually lined with the stuff.

All my pans are non-stick - more plastic.

I'm not going to throw stuff away because it is plastic - that in itself only would increase plastic waste - but maybe I can do my bit by reducing how much I buy, at least to start off with.

And try not to go completely overboard...

Thursday, August 31, 2017

The Lap and Water Dog

The small dog has a tendency of gravitating onto people's laps, making of herself a squirmy licky nuisance, and general couch potato-ing.  I have hundreds of photos in my library to describe this.


 Lily asleep


Lily snuggling new friends


Lily curled up in blankets or sun baking by the window.  

And yet when you take her anywhere near water or birds, she goes completely feral.  It's like a switch flicks in her tiny little brain and she remembers that she isn't just Cavalier, but also half-poodle.  Those birds are for the TAKING, and the lake is MINE.  

https://youtu.be/gcmZpQoGsxQ



Spot the dog?


No really, there's a dog in this one too - the picture is because I didn't know what the rows of canvas were for, but there is also a dog.


A little easier to see


I'm not cold, Mum, even if I'm shaking so hard it's difficult to get a focused photo.


Oh the filth.

This is all well and good except that she ends up wet, filthy and shivering, and I have to donate my hoodie and carry her half of the way home because her tiny skinny frame is shaking so hard I'm afraid she might implode.

Just a disclaimer: I did not make her do it.  In fact I encouraged her away from the water several times previously and then just sighed, and thought I'd film her investigating... and it all went downhill from there.  We ended up rambling all through the back of Capestone as the building site is no longer fenced behind the newly opened lake/puddle.  Lily had a blast of a time, I managed to keep track of her almost all of the time and only slightly panicked once, and no ducks were actually harmed.



Monday, August 28, 2017

Due a blog

Apparently I am due a blog.

Last night I had "British fish and chips" on the Jetty in Redcliffe.










It was good fish, but I could have done better chips myself.  Not a bad price though!

I only had fish and chips because I came out of my tax appointment and realised I was right next to the chippy.  What else could I do?

I had a moment's panic while I was eating my F&C, as I saw an aeroplane approaching over the bay and had a mini freak-out thinking "I could never be a pilot!!!" And then remembered that I was, and wasn't doing too badly either.  It's amazing what my stupid brain says to me sometimes!

On the subject of flying, eight sectors down - just over 12 hours - of the 50 total.  My first four landings were lovely, and they've deteriorated from there.  Hopefully they will start improving again... after my last two I am unsure of whether the trainer will particularly want me to land into Middlemount today! (Short runway, no slope guidance). Watch this space...

Then after today I have no more flying until next Wednesday or Thursday, I presume because of a lack of a trainer: I will have to try to be diligent and do some study instead of watching YouTube ALL the time! 

Due a blog

Apparently I am due a blog.

Last night I had "British fish and chips" on the Jetty in Redcliffe.










It was good fish, but I could have done better chips myself.  Not a bad price though!

I only had fish and chips because I came out of my tax appointment and realised I was right next to the chippy.  What else could I do?

I had a moment's panic while I was eating my F&C, as I saw an aeroplane approaching over the bay and had a mini freak-out thinking "I could never be a pilot!!!" And then remembered that I was, and wasn't doing too badly either.  It's amazing what my stupid brain says to me sometimes!

On the subject of flying, eight sectors down - just over 12 hours - of the 50 total.  My first four landings were lovely, and they've deteriorated from there.  Hopefully they will start improving again... after my last two I am unsure of whether the trainer will particularly want me to land into Middlemount today! (Short runway, no slope guidance). Watch this space...

Then after today I have no more flying until next Wednesday or Thursday, I presume because of a lack of a trainer: I will have to try to be diligent and do some study instead of watching YouTube ALL the time! 

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

I flew an airplane

I flew an airplane today.  All the way to Wagga Wagga and back.  I landed it twice.  We didn't crash.  Nobody died, and nobody was significantly injured.  Hurrah for me.  It was fun.  I get to do it all over again tomorrow

The End.