Hello dear regular reader...

It's funny, I've been writing this blog for 8.5 years and in recent years I've kept a stat counter running in the background so I am able to see how many people visit the blog and whence they hail, it's a very one sided relationship, but I don't mind. Most visitors to the blog are just passing through, checking out my galifreyan tramp stamp design (which, I probably will never get), or reading levels in primary school (these posts are oddly popular). Some, though, have become regulars and I find myself looking for them in the stats.

I have a regular reader in Canberra - I know you'll read this because you come to the blog most days, occasionally two or three times a day. I have a regular in Balwyn and another in Glen Waverley. There is a regular in Box Hill - who may or may not be a mum from school. I have a regular who comes up as 'Melbourne' but without a suburb designation - hi there, I really appreciate your dedication to my blog (in case you aren't sure if I'm talking about you, you use iinet…)! And a big shout out to my faithful reader in Kogarah, nice to have a regular from my birth state!

There are many others, but these stand out in my mind! I'm not really sure why you all stop by so persistently - I often wonder if this isn't the most boring blog on the net - but, I'm not complaining because some days you are all the only people who cause me to feel heard. I am very grateful for my regular readers!

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The symbolism of elephants...

Just recently I've been seeing and noticing elephants everywhere!

A few weeks ago I saw the Samsung Elephant Ad, and watching that led me to watching a video with an elephant painting (seriously, you have to watch it to believe it!).

Then last night the boys told me they were having a free dress day at school to raise money for 'Mali the Elephant' - who turned out to be a paper maché statue which the children will paint and then show around the council before it comes back to the school to stand outside the performing arts room.

Then this morning I followed a link from Twitter to Toushka Lee's blog and read this post about an elephant orphanage in Sri Lanka.

This morning the Grumpy Old Man did another driving test and unfortunately didn't pass. We've booked his next test and are looking forward to that now. About ten minutes before he walked in the door I saw this poster on Facebook...

At the time, I didn't know if the Grumpy Old Man had been successful or …

12 Things Happy People Do Differently - a self-reflection...

A few days ago a Facebook friend posted the above poster on her wall. I believe she got these points from this blog which she enjoys reading, and the bloggers on the Marc and Angel Hack Life blog derived their discussion of these points from this book, available on Amazon - you're welcome! I have to admit, I haven't read the blog or the book I've just mentioned but wanted my readers to have access to the sources of the poster for their own reflective purposes.
The New Year will be upon us in but a few days and I thought this a great opportunity to do a little personal assessment on how I'm playing the happy game. I'm often not very happy at all - I don't need to be happy all the time, let me just say that up front - I personally believe that life is a balancing act and those who seek euphoria often will also often feel desolation because in all things there must be balance. The great riches of the few on this planet come at the personal cost of the many as is …

Alone... And Stuff...

Do you ever just need to be alone?

As the boys are growing up, we have more times when the house is quiet. The youngest will be asleep. One will be reading, one will be playing on his computer with headphones on, one will be painting and there is stillness.

Sometimes, even that is not enough.

Sometimes I crave being alone, with no possibility of someone suddenly realising they have to tell me something important or ask me a question or even just crash about in the kitchen.

Sometimes I crave S P A C E, lots and lots of space, being able to walk from room to room without encountering another soul.

This is how I felt when I woke up this morning, so instead of getting ready for work, I decided to stay home. Get up, but not go anywhere, no hear the sound of my own voice, or anyone else's.

I think this might just be part of getting older. After a lifetime of chasing after other people and trying not to be alone, my mind and body is full of thoughts, experiences, feelings, and busy-ness …

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