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Struggling with sugar addiction...

I was doing so well for so long.

This year has been a problem though and I don't know why. At the beginning of the year I was pretty stressed, what with the confrontation of withdrawing from the PhD, the major argument with mum, and the pre-employment course which meant I was going to seriously be looking for a job again.

Of course, I then got the job, which was a massive surprise, but a good one. The relief of the extra income has been enormous and has taken a huge stressor out of my life. At the same time, settling into the job, finding my place, and feeling confident has been stressful over the past three months, but I feel I'm getting a handle on it now.

Okay, so maybe I do know why I've been struggling with my sugar addiction. Still, it's weird, because I'm the happiest I've been in years, many, many years.

And yet, I've put on 15kg (or more) this year so far. Fifteen kilos in just seven months. It is really beginning to show now, too. The upper belly …

Stock take...

I've just realised I've been working full time for three months now. I have never worked full time for this long. That probably sounds strange considering I'm 45 years old, but during the past 27 years of my adulthood I've studied and/or parented babies, so not so surprising really. I'm very grateful to have this job, and to have pretty much walked into a full time job with so much freedom. I have full autonomy in this position, as long as I keep producing the goods.

So, what have I achieved so far? Well, I've put Vision Australia in the north and west of Melbourne in contact with all ten councils in our region, and attended several disability network meetings representing the organisation. I've been offered the vice president role of a board within one of the councils. I've put us in contact with several organisations besides. I've established on new activity out of the centre and have two others in the pipeline. I've taken stock of current cli…

All the ergonomic furniture...

I am highly aware that sitting at a desk for hours and hours a detrimental to a person's health. Our workplace encourages people to get up frequently throughout the day and walk around. It is actually hard doing this without feeling like it is somehow cheating. As it is, I get into work just before 7.30am so I can leave by 3.30pm. I don't mind getting to work that early because it's quiet and I can get a lot done. Some days it gets quite noisy in this open plan office, days when most of the staff don't have outside appointments.

So, getting up and being seen to not be working feels a bit cheeky, even though we're encouraged to do this. Wednesday was a 'stress down' day, so we had a morning tea - something that isn't infrequent because we also do morning or afternoon teas to farewell staff or to celebrate work anniversaries. We had five minute massages at our desks. Thursday is, of course, our weekly corporate massage day. I wasn't able to have a mas…

Skipping, skipping...

I've booked my final skip - for this year, anyway, and hopefully for many years to come.

It's a big 6 square footer. I don't want to get caught out, like I did last time. We have a mass of stuff sitting in the garage. The biggest part is stuff to be donated. Dave has two weeks to do this. It is solely up to him because he drives, and he is more driven to donation than I am. Like a true thoughtless consumer, I'd probably just chuck it all - though I can see the benefit of donating. I could also put stuff on free cycle and I might yet do that next weekend if he hasn't moved most of it. That will be contingent on people picking up by the end of the weekend though. Dave wouldn't be impressed if I asked him to stay home and wait for people to pick stuff up during the week.

Whatever is left over is going in the skip.

Yay, I can't wait for this to be done.

I'm so excited at the prospect of having so much less to pack. And this is probably a good thing, because…

Plot twist...

Back in April last year, the week after Erik left, Dave and I had a few things we needed to do.  We saw a lawyer for advice through the free legal service. He told us there was basically nothing we could do. Of course, with Dave being Erik's carer there had been plenty we could do, it was just that either we didn't mention Dave being Erik's carer - I honestly can't remember if we did, though I suspect we would have - or the lawyer simply wasn't aware of the fact that as Erik's carer, Dave could compel Erik to return home because he was living outside care which was not okay under the law (because he obviously needed a carer).

We also had to notify Centrelink that Erik was no longer living at home. When I did that, I suggested he would be transferring Family Assistance payments to Sam (and honestly we were wondering if that was her motive for encouraging Erik to move in with them). We were told that Erik could not apply for any kind of alternative payment or arr…

The sadness of being right...

Yesterday, while checking whether or not the bookings app for the high school conferences (parent/teacher meetings) had been opened up, I did my usual catch up on how the boys are traveling. Things like, do they have any assignments overdue and are they being conscientious about turning up to class on time - or in some cases at all? I check both boys part out of habit, and part out of a parental need to know what is happening with my 'living away from home' child.

Yesterday I found out we haven't been privy to the whole picture. It seems when Sam was given access to his Compass and appointed 'primary parent' (an assignment which both hurt and galled me), all notes about Erik's behaviour became exclusive for her eyes only. It also seems that once he turned eighteen a couple of weeks ago, she decided her responsibility for him had ended and so she had herself removed from his account - meaning we can now get a whole picture of his status at school. It isn't p…

I have found my way back to books...

Have you ever wondered where vegetable oil comes from? I mean, which vegetables. Avocado oil come from avocados, sunflower oil comes from sunflowers etc. and so forth but where is this 'vegetable oil' coming from exactly? What are these oily, fatty vegetables?

Sometimes I find myself asking these sorts of questions without real answers.

And then there are other questions, questions with answers. Questions that leaving me wondering why I didn't ask the question earlier.

Like, why did I not start reading audio books before now?

I knew they existed, I even signed up to Audible a couple of years ago. I didn't download any books though, and after several months of paying fees for books I wasn't downloading, I requested to close my account. Several months thereafter, I discovered Amazon was still deducting fees from my account and flew into a word processed rage with the overseas company, was re-embursed and swore never to sign up with them ever, ever again.

And then I f…

Dampened joy over my book...

The book is in print. It isn't in shops (unless online counts, and I'm not sure it does) but it's in print.

The launch is being organised. I've successfully petitioned for it to be in a central location (as opposed to the south-eastern venue suggested to me a few months ago). I'm keen to have the launch at the Carlton Readings shop, but that depends on a couple of things, yet to be sorted.

It doesn't feel real yet. Maybe it will after the launch? I find myself surprisingly un-phased by the entire situation. I expected to be more excited, I guess, but it has taken so long to get to this place that the excitement has all dissipated.

Maybe that's because the people I would have liked to share this excitement with are not in my life at the moment. The argument - or rather the lack on communication in the wake of the blow up - is still in progress. I recently heard that mum still has 'more to say' on the topic, and frankly I'm not interested. She sca…

Dystopian worlds and entertainment...

Been watching The Handmaids Tale and thinking a lot about how stories of dystopian worlds seem to be occupying the realm of entertainment. This theme has always been around - in modern storytelling, at least. Most people know George Orwell's novel '1984' in the late 40s, and there were movies like 'THX 1138' from early 70s, and of course, countless others, but most recently 'The Hunger Games' series, the 'Insurgent' series, and 'Rogue One', the list is long and seems to be intensifying of late.

How much of this reflects the fear of the Alt-Right movement gaining ground. People, sick of the growing divide between the rich and the poor taking the word of (rich) politicians and businessmen, that things will change if they just vote the 'right' way, if they succumb to the fear of the 'other' and in the attempt to control it, become controlled by it.

Is it a subconscious cry for the need to learn from the past? Will the story line…

Go ahead... Do it!

Yesterday Bryn had a run in with a teacher at school.

He was doing the wrong thing. He was talking to a mate during a class and he thought it was okay because they were talking 'very quietly'.

The CRT told him he'd have to sit out of a sports game that was happening later in the day - a game that was not part of the curriculum, but had been organised for the day.

So, Bryn sat on the sidelines during the game. While sitting on the bench, he was fiddling with something in his hands and a teacher from another class in the same year level asked him what he was doing. 'Sitting here trying to occupy myself during these hours and hours of fun sitting on the bench.' came the sullen and sarcastic answer. The teacher told him to adjust his attitude, or something to the same effect, and he said something like, 'Fine!' or 'Whatever', or some other verbal version of flipping her the bird. The teacher said if he didn't behave she'd pull him out of every …

The more you do, the more you do...

Or so the saying goes.

When  I'm at the point of scheduling my blog posts because I'm just not finding the time to do them on a regular basis, I have to wonder if this is true.

I have started getting myself into work by 7.30am so I can be gone by 3.30pm. I've realised I can be a morning person, and I can be a night owl, but what I can't do, is be an afternoon person. Come 2pm I'm fighting to keep my eyes open. I'm drinking strong coffee to remain alert enough to not give in to the temptation of resting my head on my desk and just having a snooze.

If I'm out and about, then this is not so bad, it's really just in the reticulated air of the office. Whatever happened to open windows?

It's nice coming into the office at 7.20am. Usually there is only me and the manager of the other team. I always make sure to say hello, so she can be my witness that I am doing my full eight hours. Getting in early also allows me to prepare for the day, particularly if I …

Good evening, July...

Well, we've made it through to the shortest day of the year and beyond. I'm not so worried about the cold this winter. Yes, I am cold, very, very cold sometimes, but I've let go of the resentment. Winter comes, and Winter goes, it's the cycle of things. Dave on the other hand is feeling the cold for the first time. It's odd, he has never really been bothered by the cold, but this year he's convinced it's the coldest it has ever been.
There you go, now we've had a conversation (as such) about the weather.

Did I tell you I'm no longer a community support worker?

Don't worry, I'm still employed, but now I'm a community development worker. You see, it became clear that I'm doing a development role, rather than a client support role. This suits me well. All the work I've been doing over the past nine weeks has been about community development - liaising with city councils and not-for-profit organisations. Researching the profile of o…