Little Flutters

Yes, I haven’t been blogging that much. Mike Jones mentioned it and it’s blatantly true.

I could talk about the stress lameness of moving back to your home town. How everyone already has an outline of whom you are as a person and what your role is in their lives. Or how I’ve been deeply insecure about my creativity to the point where it froze me for a couple of months (maybe half a year). Or I could talk about how much I hate Glee.

But I don’t want to do that, it’s depressive shit.

I’d rather have fun with you.

Grow with you. Laugh a little.

So my solution is this: I’ll treat Sydney (and by extension, myself) like a tourist. With fresh eyes.

This is what I’m going to accomplish:

• Eat kangaroo.
• Write. Put more of myself out there, more often. Not really Sydney-specific but very important.
• Get a cheesy photo with a Koala
• Ride the Ferris Wheel at Luna Park
• Take a walking tour around Sydney
• Go to a footy/afl game and drink beer and eat junk
• Learn to Surf
• Ride my bike on George St (the busiest street in Sydney)
• Eat a bloody great steak
• See something, anything at the Opera House

Because of a fluke, Anzac Day and the long easter weekend collided, which means five day weekend in Australia.

It’s been an odd holiday for us. Wendell had an ACL reconstruction on his left knee three days before the break started, so we haven’t exactly been galavanting across the countryside. He’s determined to walk normally and I’m determined to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself.

I’ve We’ve been sleeping alot. We both read a creativity book lent by my boss and got a swift kick up the ass. Time for some action.

I cooked Easter lunch for my siblings. Nearly everybody tucked into the grilled veg. One day, one day, they will all love zucchini as much as I.

We’ve got two more days to go before the normal work week resumes. I’m excited to see what we’ll do with it. What worlds will we explore from the comfort of this queen bed?

Side note: Wendell’s surgeon, Dr. Wood , worked on my knee reconstruction six years ago. For W, he took a piece of hamstring and recreated his defunct ACL in two hours. For me, he completely re-wrote my knee make up. I’m quite proud that Dr. Wood said I had one of the most screwed up knees he’s ever seen, but I take pride in the stupidest things.