Saturday, November 5, 2016

Extraordinary ordinary friends

I was chatting with a friend over a cup of tea this afternoon. I know she has an extraordinary story to her life. But I've know it a long time now and usually we talk now of the ordinary things of our lives.

In the midst of our conversation today, she weaved in a tiny glimpse into the bravery that was required of her in the period of her life before I had the privilege of knowing her. I don't think she noticed she'd said anything remarkable. Our rambling conversation went on.

But her life has not been ordinary. I am in awe of the way God has weaved her story and what he is continuing to do. Even the fact that our friendship feels so ordinary now is a wonderful gift.

Truth is, all my friends are somewhat extraordinary. And my work colleagues. And my students. And the lady at the bus stop.  How quick I am to reduce everyone down to the moments of ordinary days. 

When really. Really.  How extraordinary each and everyone of us are.

What a gift.

Sunday, August 14, 2016


Ah, the census.  I did mine on paper.  Yep.  All good.  I like paper.  Did you know that over the next two years, NAPLAN is going to move online?  It's good to know that our federal government is handling large-scale internet based events so well.

Thursday, July 7, 2016

How to get a baby to clean the house

Very cute series of silly dad and baby videos.  Ah, the lovely understated humour.

Friday, May 13, 2016

Missing friends

I sent a meeting request today and found myself strangely happily when I kept finding "Accept" emails in my inbox.  It's like having friends.  Sort of.  This is what happens when you don't have any social media accounts for people to like.  You are reduced to looking forward to your meeting invite replies.  Sigh.  I miss my blog.

Saturday, March 26, 2016

Messing with the map

I know I don't write a blog anymore but this way too much fun not to share.  The Babylon Bee is an Onion-like Christian satire site.  So much to enjoy.

I give you the Michael W. Smith 2 album (you had to be hanging around a church in the 80s to really enjoy this one) and messing with the map (which brought back so many fond memories of the times I failed to resist temptation as a child).

Friday, January 15, 2016

It's time

I hate reading this on other people's blogs and I hate writing it on mine. But the truth is it's time to let the blog go. Time drifts on and circumstances change and all that stuff.

I still love writing a blog but two big impediments have come along - my increasing work hours that make it hard to justify the hours it takes to write well and not just re-post cute videos, and my current job which requires me to think very carefully about what I post publically online. And the reason I started blogging in the first place has shifted too.

I would have given the blog away ages ago if it wasn't for one thing - there are a bunch of people that I know only through the online world and I'm sad to let those friendships slip away. Some of them blog (hooray!) so I can keep up with their blogs but I know my blog is the only link I have left with some of you. Sniff, sniff.

I think many of us are more lonely than we let on. The complications of what you can be honest about in your real-life interpersonal relationships are somewhat removed when you are communicating in the gigantic online world. The irony is the more public and anonymous the communication the more real and intimate we often choose to become. It's like the difference in perspective between whispering something in a small closed room and being up in outer space looking down at the green and blue globe floating below you. And so I have found kindred spirits through blogging whose encouragement and humour I would have missed if I'd stayed offline.

But. Still.  It must be done.

I hope 2016 is a wonderful year for you all. Should you want to contact me, the email address in the contact me tab will still be operational.  Thanks for all the laughs.  God bless.  And if you are the last one out, could you please switch off the lights? Ta.

Saturday, January 9, 2016

Friday, January 8, 2016

Tuesday, January 5, 2016


Regret (noun): the feeling you get when you decide to sort, not one, but three of the big cupboards in your house and replace some of the shelving with new stuff from Bunnings and then remember that the cleaner is coming at 9 am tomorrow and everything needs to be packed back up again by then.  Facepalm.