Monday, October 16, 2017
Tuesday, October 10, 2017
Friday, October 6, 2017
Thursday, October 5, 2017
(We didn't actually fly the last part)
The second cave. I pretty much stopped taking photos then because, yeah. Fatigue.
Saturday, September 30, 2017
Brushing one's hair is optional when you climb a mountain at 0430.
I'm so yellow!!! Or maybe Manda is just very very white...
And Lily greeted me with a scene of devastation when I got home, perhaps to pay me back for leaving her: she shook horrifically when I made her sit in the middle of it to take photos, and then ran and hid on the couch and refused to move. Anyone want a dog?
Wednesday, September 27, 2017
View from the top of (I believe) Tibrogargan and Beerwah.
Sunday, September 24, 2017
Friday, September 22, 2017
Thursday, September 21, 2017
Exhausted at the top, and I didn't even eat my sugar supply
Saturday, September 16, 2017
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
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
Thursday, August 31, 2017
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 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.
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
Wednesday, August 23, 2017
Sunday, August 20, 2017
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
Finally asleep in the comfort of my bed.