What’s top of my mind: Why the news is so sensational.
Ok, so the share market went down today. A lot.
I was watching 9 News last night and the way they were reporting it – you’d swear that boatloads of Vikings had swarmed in and raped and pillaged everyone’s Superannuation accounts. According to them, everyone’s retirements are fu#*ed.
Seriously? Get a fu#*ing grip.
I’m not saying that things won’t be rough for a while. But it won’t last forever. The doom and gloom reporting was eyebrow-raising.
Still, having said that, I think I’ve made the right decision to do CRT work at the moment. I have my contingency plan for a bear market, but having some income trickling in while a bear market is happening within the first 5 years of my retirement seems to be a very good decision.
Where I’ve been: Wedding dress shopping (again).
This time it was at a place in Oakleigh. They gave each of us a glass of pink champagne while we were there.
Where I’m going: another wedding dress expedition.
Izzy tried on a dress that she loved. Months ago. At a place on the other side of the city.
Despite having tried on MANY other ones, apparently the Deer Park dress is “the one”. She’s booking an appointment this week to go back.
What I’m watching: Peaky Blinders (season 6.)
A kid who was in Tom30’s year level at school is in this season as one of the major characters. I’ve been meaning to watch this show for years – it’s been on my Netflix watchlist since I first bought a subscription.
When I heard James Frecheville was in this final season, I finally started watching. Now I’ve only got 5 episodes left to go.
What I’m reading: More Anne Tyler.
I’m halfway through The Accidental Tourist and I have Clock Dance waiting by my bed. I read The Accidental Tourist decades ago but I can’t remember much about it, so seeing as I’m reading as much Anne Tyler as I can lay my hands on, I picked up this novel again.
I SO love Tyler’s writing. She’s a master at understated prose.
What I’m listening to: The Teacher’s Trial.
Many of you would have heard (or heard about) the podcast called The Teacher’s Pet, which investigated the disappearance of Lyn Dawson, a married mother of two little girls. This happened 40 years ago. At the time, her husband was having an affair with one of his 17 year old students. What a delightful man he must have been. #sarcasm
This podcast was riveting, especially when it started uncovering the toxic predatory culture of the 1970’s secondary school scene on Sydney’s northern beaches. It was gobsmacking.
Anyway, he’s now on trial for the murder of his wife Lynette. This new podcast is following the trial, week by week. I only recently found out about it so I’m playing catch-up.
What I’m eating: See the photo at the top of this post.
I decided to make not only bread rolls for lunches, but also ham and cheese scrolls. I think the boys’ll like ’em.
What I’m planning: my upcoming Sydney holiday.
Yesterday I realised that in less than 2 weeks’ time I’ll be heading off for a week in Manly Beach.
I booked it a couple of months ago when it dawned on me that unless I booked something from my timeshare before June 30, I’d be losing lots of points I’d paid for.
Not on my watch!
Since then, this holiday has been comfortably filed in “the future” part of my brain. Looks like I’m going to have to get cracking and work out some fun things to do while I’m there. I’ve already done the Bridge climb the last time I was here – 12 years ago when I brought the boys with me.
Surely there are some good things to do in Sydney? Any ideas?
Who needs a good slap: Flight Centre.
It’s been a week since I walked to their shop in Southland, only to be told that they only accept appointments. WTF????
Anyway, Olga (the woman monitoring the line outside the door) asked me where I wanted to go, then asked me to email all the particulars of Buenos Aires, Ushuaia, Santiago, and Easter Island and she’d get right back to me.
It’s been a week, as I said before. I think we can all agree that I’ve been patient. I sent a follow-up email this morning and have heard nothing all day. Maybe it’s time for another travel agent.
(Starting to wonder if this holiday is cursed…)
What has made me smile: the dogs when they saw Dad.
While Mum’s in the rehab hospital with her fractured pelvis, I’ve decided to have Dad around for dinner every week, mainly to give him something different to do while he’s Home Alone.
On Monday night he opened the front gate so quietly that the little woofs didn’t hear him. The joy when I opened the front door and they realised that someone they like was there!
They love it when their people come over.
Dad joke of the day: