Author: Sharon

I like to travel and take photographs. I like to blog about both.
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After the big thing, the little things

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The bananas have been sitting on the kitchen bench for over a week. She sees them when she rinses her coffee cup, and when she’s making the kids’ lunches on the days she’s working, and she sees them on the days she’s not working. They shrink just a little each day and she wonders if she should do something with them, but she’s not much into banana bread and her mind won’t stretch to more than that.

She gets furious with the toaster. It burnt her toast twice last week, partly because she was distracted and partly because it has a mind of its own that switches back to level 6 when she’s not looking.

And socks. How many feet are in this house? And the way they just expect to be paired up like nothing happened. Seriously!

Because, she’s discovered that after the big thing – the really big thing – come the little things, the mundane things. The MyGov password reset loop. Dealing with the bank. Not knowing how to deal with the bank. The text from a well-meaning friend saying “let me know if you need anything” when she’s already forgotten how to need things. The email reminder that the phone bill is overdue.

The mountain of tiny normal things that didn’t get the memo that her world had changed.

Maybe the little things are a kind of mercy. Something for her brain to busy itself with while the rest of her recalibrates. You can’t solve death, but you can wonder why the kids have suddenly stopped eating bananas. You can’t rewrite the awful bits, but you can yell at the toaster for making anything more than warm bread.

There’s no real point to this. I’m not even sure why I started writing, except that a few weeks ago she said ‘you haven’t written a blog post in ages’. It’s taken me a while to get my thinking straight and my head in the right place.

My thinking is this: if I ever was, I’m no longer convinced by people who respond to loss with wisdom or insight. I’m not convinced that grief makes you wise. It certainly makes you sad and angry and empty and …. The world, in its relentless striving for normalcy, doesn’t stop to accommodate the strange new reality, or the sadness or anger or emptiness or ….

It just keeps serving up the little things: the unmatched socks and toast that’s too brown and overdue phone bills and washing that won’t do itself. As if that’s all there is to be done.

And maybe for now it is.

Posted in grief and loss, mental-health

An absolutely ordinary Tuesday

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Tuesday, April 29, 2025.

An ordinary Tuesday.

I was working from home. Tradies were here installing a new airconditioning system after the old one stopped working some weeks before.

I was writing a proposal, finding the right words to use so we could meet the ‘superior’ criterion. Working out what our methodology would be, wording the bid so that it communicated clearly what we would do and how we would do it. Trying to make sure it wasn’t too academic; that it was real, concrete, do-able.

The electrician had poked his head into my home office earlier and told me there was a strong gas smell out near the gas meter. I think there might be a leak. I went round to check and sure enough, the smell was strong. He told me who to call. I called and within 10 minutes a man was at the door to see if there was a leak. There was. Ten minutes later it was fixed. No payment necessary.

I didn’t stop for lunch because the dealine was today. Tuesday, April 29.

1:49pm. My phone rings. It is my youngest daughter, her voice full of shock and pain and grief. Mummy, I need you.

I’m on my way.

I call Ben, her big brother. Go to Emma. He leaves immediately.

I call my husband.

I’ll come straight home.

I book a flight.

I ring my boss. I have to go to Tasmania. I don’t know when I’ll be back.

Go. Be with your family.

One of the tradies explains how to use the new aircon panel. I look at him blankly.

I make tea, pack, shake.

During the seven hours between her phone call and when I finally reach her house, I had not thought of a single solitary thing to say. My work requires me to find the right words. But not this time. Nothing has prepared me for this.

I’m so sorry for your loss doesn’t seem adequate. I say it anyway.

Tea?

The days go by in a blur of slowness and disbelief and mundanity. Boxes of sandwiches, little cakes, sausage rolls and pies are dropped off. My granddaughter smothers one of the little pies in tomato sauce, only to discover some time later that it was an apple pie. I thought it tasted weird. It was good to see her laugh.

Bags (and bags) of groceries arrive from Emma’s older sister. The kids go through them, oh, I love Fruit Loops … these are my favourite biscuits … popcorn! There’s also practical things: toilet paper, shampoo, body wash, little packets of tissues. I thought they’d come in handy at the funeral.

Visitors drop by with care baskets, grocery vouchers, soup, more sandwiches. We graze mindlessly, for days.

Ben drops in. They sit, sometimes in silence, sometimes talking. I wash the dishes and fold the washing, not knowing what else to do.

Arrangements are made. Questions are asked. How will I go back to normal? How will I cope? What if I can’t do this?

We wear green nail polish and tuck the little packets of tissues into our pockets.

So many people. So much family. So many tears and grief and incomprehension. Why? When he had so much family and people who loved him … why?

It’s not a useful question.

Emma approaches the microphone and speaks about the spontaneous trips they’d go on to pan for gold, to fish, to go into the bush and cut wood. She speaks of silliness and fun. Of their loud and messy family. Of his big soft heart.

She’s brave. No, she’s more than that. She’s strong.

It broke my heart.

More than six men take their own life in Australia every day.

Every day.

It’s been called a silent epidemic … and I’m not convinced anyone has any real answers. I certainly don’t.

But I will say this: Parents of boys, please (please) allow them to feel and express their emotions. Emotions are human not gendered. They’re for feeling and communicating not for suppressing. Don’t ever tell your son not to cry, or not to be a sook, or not to show fear or vulnerability or sadness or joy or delight.

Emotions aren’t a sign of weakness.

They’re a sign of being human.

The title of this post comes from Les Murray’s poem An absolutely ordinary rainbow.

It’s a poem that reminds us of what’s at stake when men are denied emotional expression. The weeping man breaks a taboo, not just by crying, but by doing so in public, without apology. It was an unsettling image because, back when it was written (in 1969), we weren’t used to seeing male vulnerability treated with reverence instead of ridicule.

Are we now? What has happened in the years since to allow men to unmask, to express emotion openly, unashamedly and without explanation?

24/7 national crisis support services:

Lifeline: 13 11 14 | Text: 0477 131 114 | Crisis Online Support Chat Service

Suicide Call Back Service: 1300 659 467

Kids Helpline: 1800 551 800

MensLine Australia: 1300 789 978

Beyond Blue: 1300 224 636

Standby Support After Suicide: 1300 727 247

QLife: 1800 184 527

13YARN: 13 92 76

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Friday, December 6 2024

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Adding the date to the title might suggest that there’s significance to this date.

There isn’t. Not to me, anyway. There is to all the people who are having a birthday today – for them I imagine it’s quite a significant day. But there’s no significance for me.

And now I’m beginning to sound like I’m protesting too much, but I’m really just trying to work out why I added the date to the title. When I did it, mere moments ago, I had a reason, then I got distracted because I realised, when I typed the word ‘birthday’, that I’d missed my friend Airdre’s birthday two weeks ago and so had to write to her a very belated birthday wish, and now I’ve come back here and the reason for adding the date has slipped through the (increasingly) porous parts of my mind that holds reasons for doing things.

Very convoluted way of saying “I wrote the date and now can’t remember why”.

I could, of course, just delete the date and all of this nonsense and start again, but I’m not inclined to.

In case you hadn’t noticed, it’s Friday and that means it’s time for a Friday Feels post.

You know the drill. Three questions and an F-word.

  1. What made me happy this week? Not only normal happy, but the kind of happy that makes you do the weird little happy gesture with your hands that you try to keep to yourself because when other people see it they stick a label on you. That kind of happy. Let me tell you the story.

    We were one minute and 17 seconds into our journey to Tumut last Thursday when I asked Tim to turn around. I’d seen a man building something out the front of someone’s place, and I needed to speak to him. Tim duly turned around and I went and spoke to the man. I didn’t know the man, but soon discovered his name and number, and arranged for him to visit me on Wednesday, my working from home day.

    Kyle, for that is the man’s name, arrived on Wednesday and is the cause of my happy gesture. He came to give me a quote on some work I want done on the house, and he brought his six-month old daughter with him. He handed the baby to me while he was measuring up and talking tradie talk, so I got to hold said baby and talk to her and bring up some wind I saw she had trapped, and let her play with my hair (well, she was going to play with it whether I said she could or not – it’s just one of those baby things).

    It was lovely. It’s been way too long since I’ve held a baby and she was an absolute delight. I hope I get to do it again.

  2. What else made me happy? I’m glad you asked. Yesterday was a hot day. Clear blue sky, broken air con at work, very noisy fan pushing hot air around. Hot. I got home, put our working air con on, found my bathers and headed to the pool. We’d had the cover on the pool for a few days (maybe a week) and of course, the heater’s been on (apparently, in this part of the world you only put your pool heater on in the summer – never in the winter), so I was expecting it to be warm. Or warm-ish at the very least.

    It was only 35C warm-ish!

    It was blissful. Maybe a tad too warm, if I’m being really honest, but I did not mind at all. I swam laps (five strokes up and five and a half strokes back), floated, swam lengths under water, and floated some more. It was a fabulous day for my first swim of the season. The sun was very low in the sky when I dragged myself out, and there was a distinct chill in the air (I think the outside temperature had gone down to 25C by that stage), but I didn’t mind at all. I was, in fact, very happy.

  3. Anything else? Now that you mention it is, there is. Funerals are not generally things that make people happy – unless you see them as a celebration of someone’s life and can distance yourself from the fact that that person will no longer be in your life (except as memories). And even then, they don’t really bring a sense of happiness. But they do provide opportunities for families to come together. I have four cousins on my mother’s side, and while I see each of them individually from time to time, it isn’t often that we get together. Usually only at funerals as it turns out. Friday last week I got to spend some time with three of my cousins on my Mum’s side and it was lovely to share memories of our shared grandparents and trips we’d done and look back on photos when we were all a lot younger and decide not to re-create the ones where I, as a 12 year old, was holding my cousin Michael, who was then a baby and is now, quite obviously not.

    So, not “happy” happy, but it’s always great to connect.

    My F-word for the week is the same as my sister’s as it turns out: festive. I, however, did not dress as an elf and embody the notion of festive as she did. But we did put up the Christmas tree and that gives the house quite a festive feel.
Note the West Country-inspired bauble from Dottie Wombat

Only two more Fridays between now and Christmas, meaning only three between now and 2025.

Golly.

See you next week.

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Friday Feels

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For me, Fridays arrive like a reward at the end of a busy week. I work for a company that values its employees in more than just words. It instituted a 4-day work week some time ago and I’m here for it. My Fridays bring a sense of relief at the end of a week full of writing and editing and doing all the other things one does in a busy consulting firm. They act as a little pause between work and the official start of the weekend. I appreciate the slower pace of my Fridays, the opportunity to write a Friday Feels post, and the chance to then switch my brain off for a while.

Yet, each one brings with it a subtle reminder: time is moving quickly. Since I’ve been writing Friday Feels posts Fridays seem to arrive faster and faster, not because they actually do of course, but because I’m marking the time, taking notice of it.

This Friday, November 29, 2024, is a particularly poignant day to be marking time.

My parents were married on this day in 1958 – 66 years ago. Debbie and I were eating breakfast at Mum’s dining table this morning when Mum pointed to the crystal bowl in the centre of the table, “that’s been in the family 66 years today”. It was a wedding gift that she’s carried with her all these years, through all the different houses and states she’s lived in.

The crystal bowl hasn’t aged in the way the rest of us have, but it serves as a reminder of the passing of time. Dad’s passing in 2018 meant that they didn’t quite make their 60th wedding anniversary, but the date is firmly fixed in our minds anyway.

The date will also have other significance for us now. Today, November 29, 2024 we celebrate the life of my uncle, Mum’s younger (only) brother who passed away last week. We’ll gather today, family and friends, to share stories and memories of Uncle Roy. We’ll laugh and cry and comfort each other as we say farewell.

So that’s my Friday Feels for another week. Not the usual format, but it’s not a usual Friday.

Mum and Dad’s wedding day – November 29, 1958
My baptism in June 1962. Uncle Roy, my godfather, is at the back
Roy Frederick Humphries, 1941-2024
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Friday Feels Returns

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I missed last week’s Friday Feels post. The reason is one of the things that made me happy – read on to find out more.

Friday Feels is a (seemingly) regular blog post I started writing about three months ago. Debbie, my sister, writes the occasional Fridays Feels post and I thought I’d copy her lead.

There are three questions each week, mostly the same, and then an F-word. I think I’m supposed to write only brief responses to each question, but struggle to do that. Someone famous once apologised for writing a long letter “because they didn’t have time to write a short one”. Even though I could take the whole day to write a blog post, I try not to. Especially on days like today where it’s warm – 27C – and the pool is calling!

The three questions I answer each week are:


1. What made me happy this week?

2. What’s been challenging about the week?

3. What’s caught my attention on social media this week?

Rather than a F-word this week, I’ve decided to write about a C-word instead.

First, the questions.

  1. Cancer – that’s a C-word. And it’s related to what made me happy this week. On Friday last week, rather than writing a blog post, I met with my medical oncologist for my FINAL oncology appointment. I’ve had annual check ups with my breast surgeon, my radio oncologist and my medical oncologist since 2019 and last Friday was the last appointment. Five years of low-down terror in the back of my mind … and now it’s all done. I have to admit to being much more emotional than I imagined, and spent some time in a quiet corner of a hospital corridor pulling myself together. But I’m happy that my appointments are done and that the five years is now officially over and closed off in my mind.
  2. COVID – that’s a C-word and it’s related to what’s been challenging about this week. Tim didn’t feel too well last Friday and did a COVID test. Negative. Big relief. Saturday he felt even worse. Mid-afternoon I found him in bed shivering even though it was a really hot day. I took his temperature – 41.5C. That’s a bit warm. I had thought he didn’t want to do gardening with Chase and I, but apparently he was ill. Sunday he did a test. Positive. He tested positive as recently as yesterday. He’s slowly getting better. I’ve been working from home all week and because of the design of our house we’ve been able to keep away from each other and so he hasn’t passed it to me. But it’s been a big week.

    Another reason it’s been a challenging week is because my uncle – Mum’s brother – passed away on Wednesday evening. He was a great storyteller and had a wealth of them to share – from years in the Navy to his more recent travels. He was also a great reader and that made discussions always interesting. He’d share books and recommend others and wasn’t shy about telling you why a book was unreadable! Wifedom, for instance, was not one of his favourites! Mum has lived around the corner from him for the last four years and minutes after she’d ring him to invite him round for morning tea, he’d be at the front door, zooming up the steep hill fearlessly on his mobility scooter. One thing we always chuckled about, was that even though they were both in their 80s, she’s still such a big sister! He was a well-read, well-travelled man, but oh golly … when his big sister said to do something, he’d do it! It seems that’s one thing that never changes in family relationships. You’ll be missed, Uncle Roy.
  3. Characters – that’s a C-word. Have you heard of Paloma Diamond? I hadn’t either till just last week – possibly because I don’t have TikTok. But she popped up on my Instagram feed last week and she’s become a bit of regular for me now. The actor behind the character, Julian Sewell, has amassed a huge following – and I’m just jumping on board. Also, if you’re into period drama, check out his ‘Aunt Ingrid and Evelyn’ characters.
Screenshot from Julian Sewell’s Instagram account

Link to Julian Sewell’s Instagram, just in case you’re interested.

Well, that’s it from me for another week. I’m pretty pleased with myself for not mentioning the other C-word.

Christmas!

Apparently it’s only 30-something days away. Who’s getting excited?

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Friday Feels

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As it’s Friday, it’s time for another Friday Feels post. When I started writing these posts I wasn’t planning on doing more than one, and now I find I’ve written a post every Friday for the past nine weeks.

I answer roughly the same questions each week and it’s always interesting to read back over my responses (mostly so that I don’t repeat myself) but also to refresh myself on what’s been happening in the/my world.

The three questions each week are:

  1. What’s made me happy this week?
  2. What’s caused me some discomfort?
  3. What have I re-started doing that I haven’t done in ages?

My F-word for this week is fazed, which I’ve sneakily used somewhere in this post.

  1. What made me happy this week was my friend Airdre coming to visit. The last time we tried to organise a catch-up her grandson thoughtfully gave her his cold and so she wasn’t able to make it, but today, despite a lingering cough, she arrived for a chat and a laugh and a delicious lunch at a local cafe (3 Little Pigs – we can both highly recommend the zucchini fritters). Airdre and I co-edited the recently published Enacting a Pedagogy of Kindness: A guide for practitioners in higher education (available now online). If you’ve read it, we’d love a review. A kind one, of course!

    We talked about writing and editing and reviewing and about how being direct is much maligned and how we both don’t do small talk and the importance of acknowledging the good bits in a piece of work and tense and tone and voice. Airdre and I have another connection – not just our writing one. I discovered earlier this year that the house Airdre used to live in, in northern NSW, was the very same house that my great-grandparents had lived in 90 years before. I wrote about it here. So a lovely morning with Airdre has made me happy this week.

  2. What caused me some discomfort this week was the result in the US election. I won’t say any more about it, but it discomforted me. You could say, it fazed me.

  3. What I’ve re-started doing that I haven’t done in ages, is digital drawing. In mid-2022 I started drawing using Procreate, an iPad app. It’s a very powerful tool and I found some great tutorials to follow along with as I learnt how to use the program and started to develop my skills. Back then I was in the retirement phase of my life and had loads of time to learn. Since moving on from retirement – back to full-time work – I have had way less time to do any drawing and I realised recently that I miss it. I came across more tutorials through the week and have decided to give them a go and see what I can learn and create. I need to emphasise that I have never been someone who draws and I have zero skills. But I enjoy learning and trying new things and so I gave it a go.
One of my ‘drawings’ from mid-2022 – drawn using Procreate


That’s it from me for another week. Next Friday I have my final oncology appointment. It’s the final thing in my cancer ‘journey’ (hate that term but can’t think of another one) and I am very much looking forward to that particular journey being well and truly over! I will probably pass on the Friday Feels post next week – just know my Friday will feel pretty darn good!!

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Friday Feels

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It’s November.

I know. I don’t know where the year has gone either. One minute you’re waking up on New Year’s Day and then next minute it’s November.

It’s one of the good things about writing blog posts – or keeping a diary; you can go back and see that the year hasn’t whizzed by in a flash, and that you have actually done things throughout the year, and March did happen, as did a whole pile of other things. The same could be said of your life though, which is one reason for cramming a lot in: there’s lots to ruminate over, reflect on and remember, and when you do that, you feel the length of months and years and time spreads out, expands, slows down a tad.

But that’s enough philosophising for now. Onto the regular three Friday questions and an F-word.

The questions are:

  1. What made me happy this week?
  2. What town did I most enjoy this week?
  3. Who came back to Australia this week?

And my F-word? Future

But first to the questions.

  1. What made me happy this week? I was at the International terminal earlier in the week, and it was so lovely to watch the interactions between those arriving and those who were anxiously waiting for them. The grandfather beaming at the sight of his tiny granddaughter; the mother weeping at the sight of her grown son; the sons, daughters, grandchildren, second cousins twice removed who each had a bunch of flowers and excitedly presented them to the family patriach as he tried to embrace every crying member of his family at once; the pregnant, exhausted mother, her trolley piled high with bags and car seats, watching carefully as her eldest pushed the soon-to-be middle child in a stroller, looking for a familiar face in the crowd to relieve her of some of her burdens; the young couple meeting, perhaps for the first time (he had a bunch of flowers in what could have been a pre-arranged signal), posing for photos at all points of the arrivals hall. It really was a Love Actually moment, and that made me happy.

    2. What town did I most enjoy this week? Weird question Sharon! I know, but it was a lovely day on Sunday and we went to Kyneton and decided to wander along Piper Street. Kyneton is a strange town in a way. It seems to have three distinct shopping areas, with Piper Street being the most interesting. The buildings are old, the shops are diverse, the cafes are interesting, and the people are lovely. I was told at least four times that the dress I was wearing was some variation of “lovely”. (Just for context, I think it’s the most hideous thing I’ve ever owned.) We had a lovely lunch at Home Grown on Piper – Tim said it was the best Reuben he’s ever had. And then we wandered, and bought things, and chatted with people in shops, and spent ages and $$ in The Stockroom. It was really delightful.

    3. Who came back to Australia this week? Very specific question Sharon! I know, but apart from all the other people who came (back) to Australia this week, the one I know best is Mum. She’s been away for about 6 weeks, cruising on rivers in Portugal, visiting Salamanca in Spain, spending some time in London, a little village near Colchester, and catching up with family in the west country (think Bristol, Cheddar, Bath). I hope when I’m 86 I’ll still be travelling the world like that.
Mum arriving back in Australia


My F-word for the week? Future. More specifically, THE future. I’ve just finished reading Tim Winton’s latest release, titled Juice, and it’s a sobering look at the future. It’s not a happy book it has to be said, but it sure does make you think. This is a book set far into the future – Winton said in an interview that it’s about 300 years into the future – and it’s a warning that if we don’t do something now, we’ll be leaving future generations in a world of pain.

One bit really got me: The main character – I don’t think we know his name – is telling stories of his early years, when he was 16 years old. His world is full of ash and heat so unbearable they have to cover themselves completely and live way underground in the summers. Think a Mad Max kind of landscape. He meets some people who show him images and videos from our time – from now, our present, what they call “the Dirty World”. He says, “We believed that the world was the way it was. That it did what it did. In the way it always would. Because that’s how things were. This idea that our travails were the result of others’ actions had never occured to me. … To be told that my trials were not random accidents but deliberate acts undertaken with the knowledge of their consquences? … It was infuriating to the point of derangement.”

Deliberate acts – the burning of coal and gas to generate juice so that the oligarchs maintain their power.

Now that’s a sobering thought.

If you’re into apocalytic fiction that has more than a tinge of reality, then this is a fabulous read. I finished it very early one morning through the week and cried myself back to sleep.

That’s it for me for another Friday. I’ll see you next week.

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Feeling Friday

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Yes folks, it’s time for another Friday post. I feel that the Fridays are rushing by so quickly that it’ll be Christmas before I’m ready. Again. Is anyone ever ready for Christmas? There’s a tangential path I do not want to go down, so let’s head to our regular three Friday questions and an F-word.

Facadism.

Yep, that’s my F-word for this week. Read on to find out what it means, or look it up in a dictionary to avoid the scrolling if you choose. If you do look it up in the dictionary, however, you won’t get to hear/read what it means to me.

The three regular questions that I respond to each Friday (since September 6 – yes, it’s been that long) are:

  1. What made me happy this week?
  2. What did I enjoy on social media this week?
  3. What did I work on this week?

I’m going to do my best to keep it brief today. Let’s see how I go with that!

  1. What made me happy this week?
    Warm days. We had some days through the week where the temperature was around 25C. It was blissful. I wore sandals to work! I know. And my feet weren’t even cold. I can feel pool weather coming on. Yay!

  2. What did I enjoy on social media this week?
    I have come across Dustin Poynter on Instagram. He’s ‘the flag guy’. He finds others’ reels where they’ve been behaving poorly or well and runs across a field with either a red flag or a green one. It’s interesting to get an insight into the way (mostly) men treat their partners and there’s some really lovely green flag moments (and some quite horrifying red flag ones). If only we could all be green flag people.

    3. What did I work on this week?
    I’ve been co-writing a literature review on co-design in Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander child and maternal healthcare with my boss, Kerry, this week. It’s led to some really interesting conversations which I’ve thoroughly enjoyed. I have also enjoyed the process of re-structuring (I think just about every paragraph was the first one at one point), re-writing, reviewing, and editing. I even, weirdly, enjoyed putting the glossary in alphabetical order (thanks for the help Alison and Tim), and adding the full-stops and commas to all the right places in the reference list. It was very satisfying work!

Now to my F-word for the week: facadism.

I hadn’t heard of it either till I read something online. Okay, you got me. It was a list of words starting with F, but there are some very interesting F-words to be found! Many more than my limited vocabularly allows for.

The reason I chose facadism, which means the principle or practice of preserving the fronts of buildings that have elegant architectural designs (source: https://www.dictionary.com/browse/facadism) is because Tim is doing a photography project on motels and hotels in regional Victoria.

We went for a long drive on Sunday and came across some interesting towns we’d never heard of, and in those interesting towns were interesting buildings. Tim took some really lovely photos of them.

None of them suffered from facadism. These were original old buildings with no new building growing behind their original facades. Wouldn’t it look awful if this had a highrise building protuding from the roof?

Two-storey hotel with wrought iron around the top balcony.
The Botanical Hotel in St Arnaud. Built in 1905.

My photo makes it look like it’s on a bit of a lean, but I can assure you, it’s properly upright.

So there you have it, a new word (for me at least) and an invigorated desire to visit more regional towns we previously hadn’t heard of to take more photos of buildings that do not suffer from facadism.

See you next week.

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Friday’s 3 questions and an F word

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I’m excited!

Oh hang on. I need to do my three questions and my F-word. We’ll get to my excitement in a sec.

The three regular questions I respond to each Friday are:

  1. What am I proud of this week?
  2. What am I excited about?
  3. Where are the flowers?

My F-word is favourite.

  1. What am I proud of this week? I went shopping. In a shop. Not only that, the shop was in a shopping centre. There were lots of shops and heaps more people. And I spent well over an hour there and bought things, of the clothes variety. Now, that might not seem like a big deal for many people and not a source of pride, but for me, it was. Some time ago, can’t say exactly when, but in the last few years, I’d developed a level of anxiety that meant being in shops caused unpleasant physical and emotional distress. I can’t say why it caused this distress – something about feeling trapped is as close as I can get to it – but it was real, if invisible to others. I can go to cafes, and I can work in an office, but there is something about a supermarket, a department store, IKEA, a clothes shop, that causes me to feel severely uncomfortable. That caused me to feel severely uncomfortable (although just writing about it now is doing terrible things to my insides).

    Telling myself to put my big girl pants on hadn’t helped – there is no shaming yourself out of anxiety – instead, I had psyched myself up in the days preceding the shopping trip (I didn’t tell Tim in case I couldn’t go through with it), and told myself there was nothing to fear, that I wasn’t going to be trapped, and that no one was going to hurt me. I practised a week before by going to the supermarket and despite having some wobbles I managed to do my first proper grocery shop in a very long time.

    So with my mantra ringing in my ears – no one is going to hurt you, there is nothing to fear, you won’t get trapped – I went shopping. Apparently, I still balled my hands into fists when I entered a shop, but enter it I did. I didn’t raise my balled fists in a defensive gesture when people came towards me as had become my unconscious habit, and so looked less like someone about to hurt others, and no one hurt me.

    If you’ve ever had anxiety, you’ll know it really is something to be proud of.

  2. What am I excited about? Chase is coming to visit this afternoon!! For those who aren’t in the know, Chase is my youngest son (second youngest child). He lives in Queensland and we don’t get to see him very often. Well, to be more correct, he lived in Queensland, until this week. He’s now moved to Victoria, and he’s coming to visit. What his move means is that once he’s found a house, the rest of his family will be moving down too, and that means, for the first time in 10 years I’ll have one of my children and two of my grandchildren living in the same state as me. It’s very exciting. I’d made up the guest room bed before breakfast, done a shopping list, and am psyching myself up so that later this morning I’ll be able to go to the supermarket to buy things to cook a meal for my boy. Awww!!

  3. Where are the flowers? Last week I suggested that I might take some photos of flowers on the weekend and share them with you in this week’s post. I didn’t take any photos of flowers, but I did take another photo for my black glove series. Of a dragon fruit. It was gross. But photographically interesting.
Thanks as always to Tim for donning the black gloves

And my F-word? Favourite. Guess who’s my current favourite?

Hahahaha.

Trick question! Mothers don’t have favourites.

That’s it from me for another week. I’m off to the shops!

Posted in Life, Mid-life blogger, Photography, Writing

Friday already?

Posted on by Sharon

I work in a very progressive company that has a 4-day work week, and I usually have Fridays as my day off. Not this week though – I had a meeting on Wednesday and so took that as my day off instead. It meant I had to work today and I didn’t get a chance to write my usual 3 questions and an F-word Friday post this morning.

It’s 6:30pm, and as I’ve just finished work, I figured now is as good a time as any to respond to the usual three questions.

The three questions, which are generally the same every week are:

  1. What made me happy this week?
  2. What have I been working on this week?
  3. What caught my attention on social media this week?

My F-word for the week is ‘flowers’.

  1. What made me happy? I had the absolute delight of meeting with two people I’d never met before to talk about teaching and student engagement this week. I had quite forgotten how passionate I am about teaching and how excited I get when I have the opportunity to talk about it with others who are just as passionate. In my current line of work there’s very little call – well, none really – to talk about teaching and so when the opportunity arose to share some knowledge and insights with others, I jumped at it. In preparation for the meeting I found old hard drives full of files (some from well over a decade ago) to re-orient myself with the sorts of things I (and a small but brilliant team of colleagues) used to do around Orientation and Engagement. It brought back all kinds of happy memories!

    The conversation was fabulous and energising and while I don’t ever want to work in a university again, I can see the appeal of working to support others in their teaching endeavours.

  2. What have I been working on this week? Lots of editing and reviewing and formatting of policy documents. That probably doesn’t sound as interesting as it is, but I like editing much more than writing, so when someone else puts words on the page, I am more than happy to clean them up.

  3. What caught my attention on social media this week? Scrolling through Instagram can suck hours from a day, but I do enjoy it when I come across something that’s a little bit unqiue and makes me smile. One such ‘reel’ did just that this week – James McNicholas (@jmcnik on Instagram) does dramatic monologues of songs. It’s an interesting way of re-interpreting them and I reckon it takes a fair bit of skill. One of my favourites is his dramatic monologue of Blue (Eiffel 65) – mostly because I like his hat – but here he is doing MmmBop.
It took me way too many hours to re-find this!


My F-word? Flowers.

Now that Spring is well and truly upon us, I’m looking forward to finding some flowers to photograph. Maybe I’ll do that over the weekend and have something to show you next Friday.

Enjoy your weekend!