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Sightloss and Grief...

Tomorrow I have to have a chapter written as well as two flash fiction stories. It's going to be an uphill battle this time around. I've spent most of this week gathering, reading, and categorising sources - and basically learning how to use the library facilities. I'm exhausted. I didn't sleep well last night, I have an upset stomach, and I've had many moments of just wanting to walk away.

I've been quite teary all week. On Tuesday I came across a library reference to a paper written by an old friend of the family about 7 years ago. This man died about two years ago. Suddenly, I felt flooded with sorrow because I couldn't just approach him and talk to him about my thesis, when I knew him, i had no reason to talk to him about Icelandic Sagas, but of course now, we could have had some very interesting discussions.

Don't worry, I am getting to the point of this blog post, I'm just tired, I've been awake since 4am.

Last night I became overwhelmed w…

Red Pen Syndrome...

Some people seem to go through life with a red pen permanently attached to their hand. They are constantly drawing red lines through all the stuff they observe in life that they judge as WRONG. I see this on Facebook all the time, and I wonder how happy these people are in their lives. Every person, situation, and concept is scrutinised for what can be found to be wanting. Every thing is frowned upon or sneered at.

And everyone must be taught how to live their lives right.

Right is always what these people deem right, based on their own life experiences.

I wonder if they view themselves as specs of sand on a beach, or boulders.

Funny thing about boulders... Over time, they become specs of sand.

How does this process occur? Is it by was a hammer of outrage smashing through all that is found wanting?

No, it is by way of water, slowly, slowly, gently, gently lapping over the boulders - wearing them away with endless patience.

There are so many red lines. Lines in the sand that will forev…

Four Confronting Meetings...

It's been a long week. Looking back, I realised I'd had four confronting meetings this week - which would explain why I feel so tired today.

On Tuesday, I had a meeting at Uni with the manager of the Student Association about the behaviour of another student at the university towards me and a friend of mine. The other student basically lost the plot over a situation which was not of mine or my friend's doing, but as we were the only people in the student's vicinity at the time, we found ourselves in the firing line of rude and aggressive behaviour. Hopefully, in the wake of the meeting on Tuesday, there will be no repeat of that situation. For me, it was particularly distressing as I felt nailed to the ground, unable to move out of the person's way as they were abruptly moving furniture around me, apparently unaware of how this would impact me with low vision (this person knows me quite well, but they were not in control of themselves at the time).

On Wednesday, I…

There are no guarantees this won't happen again...

This morning, the Grumpy Old Man had a meeting with the assistant principal of our current primary school, and Ari's teachers. We had initially requested a meeting two and half weeks ago to ask, again, if Ari could be moved to a different classroom as we have not been happy with his social interactions in his current room. The principal and assistant principal basically took their jolly old time responding to our request.

The policy at the school is that parent requests for children to be moved will not be supported - and apparently there is no reason they accept as valid, which to me is a sure sign of inflexibility and not being particularly interested in the best interests of their students. I should say here, I sympathise that there are parents who badger schools about letting their little diddums be in class with their best friend, but this was not that kind of situation at all, in fact, we were attempting to separate Ari from his besties.

Anyway, as it took the principal and …

Strictly Ballroom!

On Friday night I had the pleasure of attending a performance of Strictly Ballroom at Her Majesty's Theatre, thanks to sponsorship by Nuffnang!


It was amazing!



Even as we entered the theatre to take our seats, we knew it was going to be a special night. All the seats were rainbow coloured, and I joked with my friend, Robbie, that we might be expected to participate in the performance in some way. That was a pretty good guess on my part!


At this point, I would love to show you a picture of us sitting in our seats, but blue is not a particularly flattering colours, especially when reflected of our shining faces, and Robbie made me promise never to let the photos of him see the light of day... I'm such a great friend, really, I am...
The show was dazzling, and I'm not just talking about the sequinned dresses. It was wall-to-wall gigantic personalities with the broadest of broad Aussie accents. Of course, there was also dancing, a lot of dancing! In particular, I was very impr…

Stepping into the void...

Today we told Bryn and Ari's teachers that next term they are starting at a different school. Apparently, they were surprised, but they shouldn't have been.

Our boys have been at this primary school since January 2007. When we enrolled Erik and Lukas it was with trepidation, but also optimism. Trepidation because we had planned to homeschool and felt that formal education was always going to be a compromise between what our children needed and the 'greater good of 400+ students'. This has been the case for the past 8 years, but Erik and Lukas were both extremely happy at the school, socially, and so even though we asked them regularly if they would like to be homeschooled, they never took up the offer.

There were often run ins with the school, particularly over our financial constraints. The area in which our primary school is located is an area of financial affluence, but we are not a financially affluent family. There were times when we couldn't afford book packs…