City of churches

Place of worship. Day 233/365.

Thursday, 14 July 2011, Day 233/365.

This is a church not that far from where I live. It’s one of those churches that local families go to and these families are huge. They need big cars because the four door sedan won’t fit them all in.

I really like the big triangle shape of the church. I  haven’t been in a church since I don’t remember when. I used to go when I was a kid because my parents used to take me but I don’t go any more unless it’s for an occasion like a wedding or a funeral. Even then, many of these don’t happen in churches any more.

I live in what’s known as the city of churches although pretty much everyone I know doesn’t attend church regularly, or at all.

There’s a story behind this rug

Keeping warm. Day 231/365.

Tuesday, 12 July 2011, Day 231/365.

Once upon a time I used to crochet. I don’t think I know how to crochet any more but I guess I could pick it up easily enough again if I wanted to.

I started crocheting this rug the day that Elvis died on 16 August, 1977 so I was just a bit younger than my son is now. I didn’t crochet it in his memory or anything, I just remember that event. However it could have been very soon afterwards because I remember watching an Elvis movie on tv.

I used bits and pieces of wool that I had left from other projects and that my grandma had given me because she was into the crafty stuff.

I continued to crochet this rug for some time and got bored with it. Luckily the aforementioned grandma rescued it from me and completed it. She even crocheted a nice border round the outside to tidy it up.

I’ve managed to keep it through numerous years, share houses and time overseas and I still have it. It lives in the lounge room for a throw rug when it’s just a bit cold.

Exercise and photo taking

Victoria Square, Adelaide. Day 230/365.

Monday, 11 July 2011, Day 230/365.

This photo was taken in Victoria Square, Adelaide looking north down King William Street.

I got off the tram a stop earlier because I was a bit early and I thought it would give me a chance to have a walk and take some photos as well.

I need to learn

On the way home. Day 229/365.

Sunday, 10 July 2011, Day 229/365.

The day after the aforementioned celebration we had to get home. The Surfer felt a wee bit seedy so we left a bit later than planned. I wasn’t feeling too bad but wasn’t that confident to drive his vehicle although at a push I’m sure I could have.

And completely unrelated to driving home after a big night out is that it appears as though I’ve inspired someone to start taking a photo per day.

Yay, it’s great that I can inspire someone as it appears as though I should try this closer to home after my offspring swore at me yesterday. He’s currently suffering the consequences of this but I think he and I both need to learn some things about controlling our impulses. Let me be absolutely clear that my impulses do not involve hitting! I need to learn to not let him push my buttons as much as he does. He needs to learn that it’s NOT okay to swear at his mother or other adults.

I need to learn to not yell at him because it leaves us both feeling bad and gets us nowhere. We’ve made a pact with each other not to yell and not to swear. We shook on it too.

This single parenting gig is really hard work – much harder than I ever thought it would be. People with more well behaved kids just don’t get it and I find it hard not to feel judged sometimes. I need to learn not to let that worry me and just focus on what I can do to be the best parent I can be.


Cosmopolitan's prepared. Day 228/365.

Saturday, 9 July 2011, Day 228/365.

This photo is of my sister and myself at her 40th after I’d made a jug of Cosmopolitan to share.

I think we all celebrated just a little bit too hard that night.

Going to work on a Friday

Catching the tram to work. Day 227/365.

Friday, 8 July 2011, Day 227/365.

Since I’ve been back at work I’ve worked every second Friday until mid-afternoon. It’s a bit of a shock to the system because I’ve had Fridays off for so long. Therefore Thursday nights just aren’t the same any more.

It’s not like I stay up really late if I’m not working the next day but it’s not something I relish and it’s made me realise that my work-life balance means a heck of a lot to me. It means that there’s lots of jobs I won’t be able to take, or be offered, because I don’t want to work full-time any more.

I’m only doing the odd Friday because I’ve not worked for a few months and because I’m casual so it’s a bit of extra money in the bank for days I have to take off sick or whatever.

Having said that, it’s school holidays at the moment and I’m not working either of the two Fridays during this period.

I’m very lucky that I’ve got this flexibility. May it continue!