Busy, busy, busy

It makes me laugh to look back and see how many times I write something like ‘busy’ in the title of  a post. But it is true!

I am insanely busy at the moment; work is ramping up into the frantic, festive season and for the next two weeks I am running the tour business of a friend of mine as well. On Tuesday next, I am taking this person out for a tour: just me, and three others – him and a gourmet food guy and a photographer. I am very nervous as this is for my friend’s business and worth so much in publicity – half a million facebook views alone!
Today I am going to see about yet another job (yes, I am insane) but it is as a Segway Tour Guide and what attracts me is that is it on Rottnest, amongst other places! I applied yesterday morning, totally spur of the moment and not really taking any trouble with my application but they immediately called and wanted me to come in. I honestly don’t know if it is workable, given my current levels of commitment but I should at least see. I love the idea of working one or two days a week doing an allrounder tour, particularly with the focus on history and in an area I love so much.  Another thing that attracts me is that they are looking for a trainer and I do like training others: I already do that in my current roles and I enjoy it very much. I have no formal qualifications in training but I am thinking it is time to go back to study to achieve them.
Still missing my girl, who is suffering tremendously from home sickness. I think the problem is that her job at the ski fields doesn’t start for another few weeks and she doesn’t have any meaningful activity during the days while her housemates are at work. She very sensibly booked herself into a hostel for a few nights to meet more people and find more socialisation and that has helped a lot. I am so proud of her for getting herself out there. She may feel bad at times but she is forcing herself to get through it and I can only encourage from the background. Well do I remember the feeling of being away from everything familiar and just wanting to come home but my two years overseas are really memories of a such a period of growth and enjoyment: I know that I am very glad I didn’t come home.
In my rare down time I am writing the book about my father. I find this very harrowing as it brings back the memories and I don’t sleep well the nights after I spend some hours writing. I am unsure if stirring things up is a good thing or a bad thing but I do know that I am compelled to do it: in his medication altered state of the last week he was convinced that we had already written the book together and even spoke of it to his oncologist as a given and hoped that he would read it and recommend. Dying, in horrible pain and still trying to shill me out – my Dad loved me a lot.

About quirkycharm

I like to think that I have a certain quirky charm but I am probably being optimistic. Acquired taste, perhaps, which many don't acquire. This is about my fifth blog out there. My hosting companies kept going out of business or my IT exhusband kept hacking into them and I would move again. I don't do twitter, I barely do facebook, I don't try and 'monetize' my blog. I love my husband, my grown children and my job and this particular incarnation of oversharing my life comes at a time when I am the most content that I have ever been. I write always, sporadically during the good stuff and exhaustingly during the bad.
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