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a finger pointing at reality

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For the last few years I have not purchased women’s magazines on any regular basis. Occasionally when I feel like a mindless night of magazines and chocolate I might buy one or two, but as a rule I don’t follow them. I do read them in the waiting rooms of my doctor and physiotherapist and of course sitting at the hairdresser unless I remember to take a book with me.

However, I have an absolute weakness for one particular magazine each January because it always, without fail, has a horoscope section with predictions for the following year. If it is a promising prediction I always have hopes it will come true, if not so favourable, I dismiss as balderdash. It is neither logical nor sensible, but then not a lot of human behaviour is.

Once I held a little more hope in the stars. The year I went to university for the first time at the grand age of 36, I opened the local paper and read my horoscope and it stated that I was about to embark on a grand career in education. Success was to be mine. I was so enamoured that I cut out the clipping and placed it on the front of the fridge where it stayed for the next year.

It stayed there for a whole year, and through good and back I would refer back to it, and tough it all out. I did this fairly regularly, until the day, exactly a year later, when I opened the local paper to read my horoscope and there it was, the exact same prediction, worded exactly the same, predicting the same outcome. I took the clipping from the fridge, laughed at my stupidity, and threw the clipping in the trash. Never again.

However, as I wrote, I still buy the annual horoscope edition of the women’s magazine. This year it reads a little more positively than last, and in fact the good news for Aries is that:

Your computer or phone will become a lifeline to amazing improvements and happy developments from June, when your way with words, images or ideas changes your life.

Now of all the people born under the Aries sign in this world of seven billion, how many people do you think this might refer too? What are the changes of it being the wonderful Flamingo Dancer? That’s what I thought…

…between Buckley’s and none.

[William Buckley (1780 – 30 January 1856) was an English convict who was transported to Australia, escaped, was given up for dead and lived in an Aboriginal community for many years. Buckley's improbable survival is believed by many Australians to be the source of the vernacular phrase "you have got Buckley's or none" (or simply "you have got Buckley's"), which means "no chance", or "it's as good as impossible".]

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Abandon hope all ye who enter here

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Yet another interview, for a position where there is an incumbent already in the role. This time she has been doing the job for the entire year, and has applied for the job, of course.

Cruel and inhumane treatment, offering people interviews for a position that it is highly unlikely that they will be given equity. I could say more, but I am too much of a lady… I mean goddess. Goddess, damn you!

not asking; yes, asking!

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Today is another interview, and this is a job I would really love to get as it is working with at risk students:

  • Students diagnosed with disabilities
  • Students experiencing learning differences related to language, literacy and numeracy
  • Students with social emotional disorders and behavioural difficulties
  • Students with chronic health challenges
  • Students who have experiences circumstances of disadvantage related to social or cultural background
  • Students from diverse cultural and linguistic backgrounds for whom English is a second language (ESL)
  • Students from International destinations
  • Students from Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander backgrounds (ATSI)
  • Students with atypical gifts and talents who require enriched and extended learning tasks

“If you want to be happy, set a goal that commands your thoughts, liberates your energy, and inspires your hopes.”

Andrew Carnegie

“The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast” Oscar Wilde

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dream ships by cayley robinson

Today was the perfect autumn day of clear blue sky and a very light breeze, just light enough to stop the sun feeling too hot on my back as I worked in the garden. I woke after a dreadful night of bad dreams – I was desperately searching for my next timetabled classroom, but couldn’t locate it, and so roamed the corridors, barefoot, trying to find my students and worrying that they would be trashing the room in my absence. Not that I have any students at the moment! I guess it is just my reaction to what has been happening in recent weeks. Recent months.

I do feel like I have to reclaim my life again, from the area it has been parked in lately. A lack lustre FD is a dull girl! A couple of jobs have come up for second semester that I have applied for, so in a state of waiting on those. I am still having a tug of war between working and not wanting to, but there is no choice really. One must eat, and hopefully in a house!

All my life, all I have ever wanted to do was to love my family, tend my garden and write. I love my family, and I feel as though they love me. However, my garden is a mess and I have never written anything that is of worth. I enjoy my blog, and you, my lovely friends, are all very tolerant of my eclectic writings, but I still have this hunger deep inside that has never really been satisfied.  Perhaps I lack courage; I suspect it is more that I lack talent – and application.  Some might say that possibly I haven’t wanted it enough. There always seems to be other things that take priority.  A little corner is also afraid to be embarrassed to actually try and fail…except now I have said it, and I have put it out into the big dark cosmos of words and intentions. Now you created a nice conundrum for yourself, FD!

I could write my life story – “How to have a life, one ordinary moment at a time”! No divorces, no wayward lovers, not moving to the country, taking to the sea in a yacht, or moving to another country, just suburbia in  all its glory!

Then of course, we are working through the death of Mr FD’s father. Mr FD is with his sister organising the funeral as I write this. A little complicated as Daughter2 has to be out of town Tuesday and Wednesday, and she is bridesmaid next Saturday and so Friday should be devoted to her friend, not a funeral. It is only going to be immediate family and even that is creating issues! Death, like life, is never easy!

Thank you to everyone for their condolences and kind thoughts. You have been a comfort. Mr FD is constantly surprised by your warm hearts and kind words. I think he is constantly surprised that I actually have blog friends too! I suppose he does not what an effort it is for me to be civilised for any length of time! The good thing about blogging I guess, is that I can pick my “good” or nice moments to communicate! LOL, as we say!

I am indeed finding it quite taxing making polite conversation with Mr FD’s extended family as they call to offer condolences and to find out the “details”.  Nice is too exhausting.

My sister had gone to the Sunshine Coast for a few days break. I am so jealous I want to hit her with my stick. They are going with BIL’s brother and his wife (not jealous about that!), and sister was joking that they are all ill at the moment and that it is more like a group of geriatrics going into respite than four happy holidaymakers going to the seaside!

I have been given mother duty while sister is away. I live an hour away so the duty is more daily phone calls, and a drive up if she needs me. A grand daughter is also keeping an eye on mother dear. I am happy that sister is getting a break as she does shoulder the burden of Mother Flamingo Dancer, who should be in care, but is too unreasonable to agree. Sigh, who ever gave old people the right to be so damn selfish should be hit with my stick.

So there in lies Sunday in the Flamingo Dancer nest. The End.