Ist day of Spring 2015

What a glorious morning. I tried to capture the rising sun, the setting moon and a bunch of balloons with the golden morning sun glinting off the city buildings. If I had a proper camera I would have captured a better picture. A day of grace.

I went to another Camino Meetup which was fun and connected with a friend from Box Hill who is now working at Deaken University and about to walk half the Camino from just past Burgos. It was a less formal meal and I met several new people. I always come home after and hunt out my diary to relive my experience. It does capture so much of the emotions and the sense of peace I gained. It also makes me hunger for another.  I get a bit obsessed over it and now I am determined to walk the Camino Portuguese next year. I have purchased Brierley's guide and even done a quick foray into airfares. If I take the milk run I can probably get there for about $2,400.  With the Aussie dollar hitting the bottom of the barrel it is going to cost more than last time.  Who knows what might be the case next year?  I just feel I can't put things off. Talking about it brings forth a real physical reaction that is so strong. All the talk about neuroplasticity and physical links seems to be evident in these feelings.

It is gratifying to be able to share my experience and walking wisdom with others. I don't feel so self indulgent.

Saturday night my friends came for dinner and to put up my shelves at long last. Nick gave them to me last year and I never had the time or skill to put them up. I am no handy woman when it comes to finer jobs and I don't like to bother people even though I know they are happy to help. My friend Tim is the ultimate tool man and is a perfectionist so the perfect person to assist. I cook a feast in reward. I also invited some new friends I have made through the gym and we all got on like a house on fire. I decided to go Thai and cooked up way too much but it was enjoyed by everyone. I hate not having enough and these guys are big eaters even though they are slim.

I was pretty wrecked on Sunday so really just mooches around when I could have worked on my lecture or the ALIA submissions.  A girl needs a day of rest sometime.

I was supposed to have book club at my place on Monday but everyone who is here cancelled and the rest are all overseas. I had read the book and baked a cake and was looking forward to it. Anyway in the end it was a blessing to be having a quiet night at home. I had cancelled my art class too because it conflicts once a month.  I was able to be part of the teleconference for ALIA that I had declined and felt I made a good contribution after losing momentum over the last few weeks. My conscience was eased of that guilt, my lecture was written and all was well with the world.

I have decided to embark on a photography course in October because I have two great cameras and I am near to useless with them. I have always wanted to get past point and shoot so this will be my chance. It will also improve my 'eye' for art too. 

Even though I like my Monday art teacher I don't like acrylics so much and prefer pastels or watercolours and will concentrate on them in the future. This is what this year has been about too. Exploring new interests and trying to find the ones I love. I am also finally going to go back to learning French. I had a phone interview with a teacher from the Alliance Francaise which was to ascertain my skill level. I was a bit nervous because I haven't done any French since last year. I managed with many grammatical errors to speak and converse for over 10 minutes! I understood everything she said so she judged I was beyond basic level. I was quite chuffed in the end.  Some people do crosswords, I will do languages to exercise my grey matter. Now to fit in line dancing too!

Walking two Caminos hasn't tamed my busy gene quite yet but the declutter urge is still strong and I am shedding clothes and things to simplify as an ongoing activity.

When I reread this diary of the year after my Camino and travels I hope it will reveal some reflective themes.

Today I took Ziggy with me to the podiatrist because I could not see me getting there any other day. It meant we had an explore at The Chase Forest Hill which I discovered was well set up for Mums and kids

  

It has free trolleycars for children to make getting around with junior less painful, a really nice mother and babies room with small play zone ( presumably for breastfeeding mums with older kids) and a toilet with junior size and adult size side by side. After the podiatrist we detoured to Hays Paddock Kew for a play. Lots of dogs to pat and deep muddy puddles to explore. He has realised jumping in the puddles make you wet and he doesn't like that. However walking through them is irresistible.

I always feel it does him the world of good to get away into the natural landscape to see ducks and dogs and birds and lots of trees. We bought home some Golden Wattle sprays as a homage to Spring.

Long weekends are in the mind.

I have made a conscious effort to stick to the one thing at a time philosophy and found myself feeling so happy this week, almost euphoric. I didn't sleep so well but it didn't impact on my emotional state. I think it is also the sense of spring that is almost here. So many trees are in blossom and the wattle is coming out everywhere. We are so lucky to have flowers through our winters and spring then becomes such an explosion of blossom.

I finished last week by going out to a bar, the Gin Palace with Bill and Irene and then having a Chinese meal to follow. It was such a pleasant change of routine. We took the tram from Kew and when it stopped at the top end of Collins street we thought to have dinner at Mamasita because the queue seemed small. It is one of these trendy Mexican places but because there were three of us we had to wait till 9:30 pm before there was a table! Over two hours for goodness sake.  Anyway we dutifully left our mobile number and set off for the Gin Palace.

Irene and I had been there on our Phryne Fisher walk and it has a great atmosphere with couches and a bohemian feel. It was a buzz with youngies but undeterred we ordered our gins. We needed the torch on the phone to read the menu mind you which I felt a bit awkward about until the youngies next to us did the same! It was a very impressive gin cocktail with a price to match. All up two gins, a wine and a small bowl of olives cost us $70. Then I suggested this little Chinese place in Mid City arcade a as we were too hungry to wait till 9:30pm so by the time our call came we had already ordered and were receiving our food. It was really tasty especially the eggplant which was super delicious. The whole meal with rice. And tea came to $70!  Better value than our drinks for sure.  We wandered down to the tram stop, enjoying the city ambience of buskers and laughing groups.  We were home by 11 pm. I stayed the night and left after breakfast and the Age quiz in the morning.  That used to be a Saturday tradition when I was staying with them prior to moving into my apartment. 

I had gone prepared for a walk on Saturdaymorning but Irene was too tired and I needed to go on to lunch at Donvale(about 40mins away). 

The Wild Women of Warrandyte (where we all used to live once), have been getting together for nearly 25 years but our gatherings have become a little spasmodic over the last three years. This lunch included husbands and was a time to check in with Rebecca ( who lost her son about a month ago) and Lorraine who has just won a court case against her husband's GP who failed to diagnose his cancer and from which he died very soon after it was discovered. Life has challenges for everyone and as you get older the sense of limited time grips us all. It was a fantastic lunch and very convivial.

I was home by 6:30 pm and started preparing for Monday when I remembered it was only Saturday! What joy. I spent Sunday selecting photos for my Via de la Plata photo book. It was so enjoyable revisiting the Camino  again.  

Made a few phone calls and settled in to watch Dancing with the Stars. 

A great weekend.

One thing at a time.

Getting into the country reminded me about doing one thing at a time and I have diligently stuck to it all week. What a difference it makes to my sense of calm. I learned that lesson last year but in our hyper stimulated world it is easy to slip back to old habits.

I have had some rather uncomfortable dental work done in anticipation of receiving an implant to overcome 'galloping molars'. Sounds hilarious but the impact of such wayward teeth is  that the gap is allowing one back molar to turn horizontal and the opposite upper molar keeps coming down to meet the other. I bite my inner cheek frequently as a result so I am taking action to repair and improve the bite. In my usual gung ho way I understood the process theoretically but the actual implementation was a lot more than I bargained for.  I am now wearing a constant wad of wax over a protruding bolt to protect the inner cheek from laceration and ulceration and I needed stitches to pull the shrunken tissue up. It all just hurts a bit even five days later. One advantage is the subsequent swelling reduced a wrinkle round my mouth. I wonder if they could take the fat from my tummy and insert into my face? Voila no wrinkles! It would probably hurt like hell. I just have to love the face I've got. 

Loving my new very short hair and have decided to grow out the red colour at the front and go totally natural. At least that is easy care. I have been known to not brush my hair all day sometimes. It certainly never gets in my eyes!

Last night I finally finished a face I had been painting and feel pretty good about. I also did some more work on the pears that I started last Thursday in watercolour class.  They looked simple but they aren't as it turns out. Watercolours are so tricky but I do love the medium. The pears are looking quite okay

(from a long way away!).  My usual art class was cancelled so I decided to paint at home instead.  I was so engrossed I lost track of time.

 

Two days walking in the bush

Being back in the bush and the natural quiet is so healing. We walked to the top of Boronia Peak about 8 kms up and back. A good track though a real rock scramble at the peak. What a wonderful view it gave over the surrounding plains. 

 A bit cold at the top.

Note the rain shower.

The Grampians are sandstone primarily so incredibly shaped by wind and rain. By the time we got back down we had all decided we couldn't be bothered going out and had a late lunch and a later dinner. It was very cosy as we all read, did crosswords and watched football. Fresh air and a stiff uphill climb had absorbed all excess energy!

Kim and David with the crosswords

Looking across to where we walked while a flock of cockatoos fly up the valley. The village at Halls Gap is so quiet that kangaroos, emus and deer roam freely around the houses. They really do have kangaroos in the Main Street here.

The next day was fine and cool so we walked up to Mt Rosea which towers over Boronia Peak. This was a very rocky  but well made track of about 10 kms return. I felt a bit out of practice because I haven't done this sort of rugged walking for a couple of years when I think about it. The best bit was I wasn't puffed or struggling at any stage. I am fit at least. No stiffness at all though I took a fall on the flat when I tripped on a protruding rock. Skinned my knee and bruised my pride but otherwise unhurt. Talking too much of course!

V walking through the rocks.

 A snack on the way up.

As we had another evening meal prepared we decided again to stay in and ended up playing a very competitive game of scrabble. The weekend proved to be quite inexpensive with our home catering, own wine and nibbles and the cost of accommodation shared; well until we visited the wineries on the way home! We visited Bests which was established in the 1860s and took a tour of the cellars. Very quaint and Australian in atmosphere. Then off to Great Western for Beer of all things for Kim's son in law. It was a pleasant drive home with only another stop at Beaufort for a pie. These weekends are so special. I felt like I had been away for a week at least and returned to calm. Everyone is so easy to get along with and such fun so we laugh a lot amongst the serious discussions. Good friends are precious.

The Grampians

I have come to the Grampians, a mountain range South-west of Melbourne that was named after the Scottish mountains of the same name because it was so cold when the explorer Major Thomas Mitchell happened across them in 1836.  They stand over the surrounding plains, rugged and wild with waterfalls and majestic peaks. The stone is mainly sandstone so prone to crumbling away.  I am staying in a friends house beneath the Pinnacle a major landmark and excellent viewing spot when you walk up to it. This is my old bushwalking group and we are here to bushwalk and catch up. It has been a couple of years since we actually camped and walked together.  The arrival of grand-children and retirement has led us all in different directions over the last few years. 

Being in this sleepy town of Halls Gap is very peaceful. This morning I woke to cockatoos on the verandah. It reminds me of my old home in Warrandyte where the birds were prolific.

I slept soundly in my much loved sleeping bag( bringing sheets seemed a hassle) and listening to the house creak and ping from the expansion and retraction of the tin roof is a novelty after the quiet of the apartments. It seems alive. The weather is a little dubious, low cloud and drizzle adding to the musical sounds of the house but will be good for walking probably.

It will be good to be in nature as I have been a bit destabilised lately feeling anxious for no significant reason that I can think of. Being back teaching, procrastinating over doing a new budget, too much to do and not quite enough down time, being sick, and minding Ziggy extra days. All totally insignificant in the scheme of things but none the less niggling at me.   Jonathan said I was doing too much and I was supposed to be slowing down now I am retired.  I think he is probably correct. I am compulsive about being busy.  Walking the Camino gets me to slow down and simplify but it is such a battle to maintain the simplicity with all the threads in my life.

Back teaching and feeling the frustrations with the institute again

Last week was getting back in the swing of teaching again and bumping up against the old system that drove me mad before. I marvel at the difference I feel both psychologically and physically this year when I think about or engage in work. I still get exasperated by the snails pace of bureaucracy and the different departments not coordinating properly but I can live with it now. It doesn't make me crazy or stress me. Work has sent out two contracts for me to sign and I have to sign and initial the conditions of work as well as commit to doing the BHI induction program online. It is quite silly but I just go with the flow.It is a great relief to know I can walk anytime.. I am enjoying the research for the topic but I do think selling coffee machines might be easier. I was offered a casual job late last year as a coffe machine sales representative. It could be fun. 

 The fact that I am toying with this probably indicates I still feel like working or rather I fear leaving the workforce completely. I want to get some more savings together so I can feel more comfortable about planning more travel. Saving and spending really don't work together somehow.

All the talk about superannuation and having a million to live comfortably is unsettling. I might live for a very long time and so my super has to last most of my life. Working more means I can add to the kitty rather than take. I realise that I am still not as competent with my finances as I should be too and that disappoints me. So many things to learn. I have been putting off doing a proper budget and that is plain stupid. I have been refraining from spending and felt better for doing so. I feel more in control which is good. Why does it all have to be so complicated?

Last week was a doozy with book club, babysitting Tuesday followed by the sons coming to work at my place and then after teaching in the morning and challenging Pilates session another stint of babysitting till midnight on Wednesday. Art class Thursday followed by a trip to Box Hill to discuss course matters, gym, lecture preparation Fridayfollowed by a movie with friends. 

There was a bit of confusion over the weekend brunch plan. My son Jonathan was telling me I need to slow down and communicate more. Hmm! Probably correct.

My brother-in-law Riger who has relocated to Sydney was down for the weekend and wanted to catch up with everyone so I settled on a brunch at my place. It works well generally with Ziggy and then everyone still has the better part of the afternoon free. I had asked everyone to keep Sunday clear but because I hadn't followed up until this week the sons had organised a shoot for their Tshirt Label in a restaurant for a 12:30 start. Clare is working 6 days a week and woke with a headache, Rebecca had slept in because we had moved brunch an hour earlier so the boys could get to the shoot.

My other brother-in-law and his wife were coming and then their world turned upside down with a robbery at his work and the ongoing extra care his mother in law requires now after a hip operation and a small stroke. It is very hard for the daughters to see their mum deteriorate and they are doing a massive job alternating caring for her.  Anyway I started with 9 people and ended with 4 and Ziggy. 

I like trying new breakfast dishes. This time I did a sweet potato, spinach and leek bake with coconut milk plus pancakes with real maple syrup and strawberries.  It was delicious but while I remembered the no dairy for Roger I forgot he is also on the FODMAP diet and leeks are a no-no. I had done chicken congee as well, mainly for Ziggy but everyone wanted that too. 

I had brought out the boys old toy box and Ziggy and the 'boys' all had a great time playing with them. I even liberated the soft toys from the cage and he was thrilled to find a Goofy amongst them. It was a nice morning and everyone was able to continue with their Sunday plans.  I decided to bake for the hiking weekend  coming up and so spent the rest of the day cooking.  I had made too much quinoa for a recipe when I needed only a little bit so I wanted to use the rest somehow.  I made a sort of bread/pancake which I had for breakfast and have decided it is really tasty and filling. I had a smaller portion too which sustained me far more than muesli! It is a revelation. I had a vaguely unsettled feeling for the rest of the evening. I need to babysit  Monday as well this coming week because the other Grandmother has hurt her back.  Just as well I had done most of the lecture for Wednesday. 

I finished reading my journal from the first Camino. How our memories forget the tough bits.  I was glad to refresh my memories because I had forgotten how anxious Lyn got about accommodation towards the end. There was quite a lot of people vying for beds but we only had to walk on once and we found a magic place so it was a good outcome. Even reading my journal doesn't explain why walking a Camino leaves you feeling so happy. People ask you what you take from the experience and that is the abiding feeling-happiness and a sense of inner peace and the goodness  or godliness (?) of people. It is profound.

Got my energy back after 10 days of Bronchitis.

Being sick is such a bore and when you are on your own it makes you feel very vulnerable. I felt quite down in the dumps because I had no energy or ability to do any of the things I usually do. It is a good reminder to be grateful for good health.  Anyway two funerals didn't help my mood and by the end of the week I was very sorry for myself. I got started on preparing my lectures for the next semester, a task that doesn't make you feel very happy but needed to be done and I expected that to lift my vague anxiety. 

I am such a procrastinator and then I lost a week due to illness. I never learn. A little bit of pressure makes me more efficient in my experience. Sigh! My personality is such a burden sometimes. As soon as I think I am on top of the task I feel weird because it is unusual. I am addicted to adrenalin I suppose. 

I joined a group of people who have been on a Camino or are intending to go on one. It was such a happy night and it was so pleasant talking about our experiences knowing people really understood. It makes me want to get out there again. 

I have finished the first stage of my holiday photos which is rather exciting. Barcelona and Seville book 1. Book 2 is the actual Camino and that is going to take many pages. My ambition to include my blog or abbreviated blog is looking daunting.  My photos also seem to be in a shocking mess too.  I am a bad librarian because they are all very badly organised and I am not sure why or how that happened.

Computers are a challenge sometimes especially with digital photos. Anyway I am working on them and hopefully it will all sort out in the end.

Back to the gym tomorrow will probably hurt because I have done nothing for nearly a fortnight.  It is cold and miserable again. Well it is winter. I ca't wait till I finish Dry July. I haven't missed the alcohol all that much surprisingly but I haven't been entirely pure. Two glasses of wine for the month and a whisky. I have broken the glass every night habit and I am sure that is why I got sick! That is my story and I am sticking with it.  The cold weather makes me feel like something more full bodied than water but also interesting is how delicious water tastes especially after being sick.