Category: Personal History

A Wednesday in Brisbane 2015
by Kimliatach

Personal Archaeology Project 1

5:50AM start.
Shower.
75 swing kettle-bell workout.
Boiled eggs on toast and protein milk.
Banana toast for L.
Coffee for me, the thermos and the wife.
Made lunch, chicken, lettuce and mayo, cake, a boiled egg and two pieces of fruit.
L fell back asleep, unusual.
F not awake, also unusual.

Late out the door at 7:30
The good Bus driver -stopped and waited for me running one day- who plays his little personal radio and announces every stop.
Exchange at South Birsbane.
Missed connect, ten minute wait standing next to, by chance, the same man as I had on the way outbound the previous afternoon. Shifty looking, short, sweaty, buck toothed bloke, gave me a bad feeling.
Bus to School in the door after 8, very late for me.

N texts to say L has vomited.
Sympathies conveyed.
Reading Rotations.
Mini reading assessment for the first three of four groups.
English.
Students begin analysis of their key event in “Rowan of Rin” By Emily Rodda.
Behavior still an issue after the departure of my former prac student and intern.
Standards have slipped due to my reticence to jump in and do all behavior management for her.
Have to use the voice, consequences and multiple repeats to achieve 100% compliance more than once in the session and multiple times throughout the day.

Reflection: Need to use more forceful positivity and enthusiasm from the moment they walk in the door tomorrow.

Reading cont.
Environment student team meeting in my room at lunch.
Ongoing poster and sticker design projects.
Class rotations completing and marking Geography posters.
Afternoon session on Wednesdays has religious education rotations.
Fortunately this year my colleague and I have non religion and hence its a half hour of silent reading for about 60 3’s & 4’s in our rooms.
Finished a label for the scraps buckets after roll marking, forgot to photograph it.
Had my class clean up some.
Practiced speeches helped with printing for sustainability posters.

Got to do some marking and data entry as we met the scheduled meeting requirements yesterday so today’s was cancelled.
Emailed colleagues.
Emptied school compost buckets.
Spoke to a student and his parent on the way past tennis training.
Was whisked away home in our white chariot by lovely wife, L & F all in better spirits now.

Drank tea.
Began this post.
Ate dinner; penne bolognaise.
Listening to a few minutes of ‘Cryptonomicon’ By Stephenson.
N and I started it during our September honeymoon in Tasmania (The book is a 40 hour epic that I will discuss it in a a books post sometime soon.)
Bathed infants, played with Schleich sea creatures.
Cleaned the living room floors, put toys away and vacuumed.
Read Where is the Green Sheep listened to Greetings from Sandy beech.
Sat with the boys until F fell asleep.

Ironed shirts.

Watched these while ironing:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=39SOrft2sy0

 

 

and  1, 2, 3 and some of 4.

Saw the lady in link 3 in the Brickumentry over the weekend. Found myself some Mouse Guard to try on the basis of this build.

Completed my first r/Calligraffiti  WOTD in more than 6 months.

A photo posted by @liatach on

I’ve gotten sloppy on my calligraphy practice.

Dishwasher still has an hour running.
9:13 PM Posting this.
Going to read Tim Ferris books and canoodle with N.

Something different tomorrow.

 

Image credit to user Torridon_Snails of Walkinghighlands.co.uk
Creation
by Kimliatach

I have been stewing on this idea for a while and last night I settled on the URL.

I like sharing stuff, but I don’t like Facebook very much (freebooting in particular has become a pet peeve), I’ve never succeeded in making Twitter habitual. Facebook is kind of inescapable and I’ve no intention of cutting myself of from it any time soon however, I want ownership of my posts and feed in a way Facebook will not provide. So I intend to primarily share via this platform for now. I’ll post here daily to begin with but not all posts here will be shared to FB by default.

This blog is also to serve as a kind of accountability check for myself. I need a place for the kind of reflective record keeping that could be called I diary. I need it to serve a greater purpose than a live journal though. I am a creative, very much an ideas man and plenty crafty with my hands too. My biggest issue is that I struggle to see projects through to completion or for that matter to put enough time into my creative endeavors during the hum drum of school term working weeks. I have a number of projects and ideas I would really like to see through. Sharing progress publicly adds stakes, stakes are sometimes all it takes.

As for the title, I am named for the mountain Liathach on the north west coast of Scotland, Liatach is my middle name. According to my personal mythology my father climbed Liathach as part of some cadet like activity when he was sixteen (Confirmed by serendipitous fatherly phone call during the composition of this post). It left a profound impression on him, so much so that he gave his firstborn the name. I in turn gave it to my first born as well. Dad took my sister and I to climb it when I was fifteen and my sister was only ten, none of us has yet been up the final thirty metres to the mountains true peak. Liathach is one of the rarer set of munro that can be climbed direct from sea level. The day we climbed we saw a seal frolicking in the kelp in the bay below before turning to face the mountain which has in turn left its mark on me.

Photos from user Torridon_snails  of: http://www.walkhighlands.co.uk/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=9&t=16251 

The view West from the lower peak. I was last at this point 22 years ago, long before ubiquitous digital photography. I suspect dad has at least an image or two from the climb in hard copy somewhere.

 

The view East to the true peak. I was, in a truly fifteen year old fashion, petulantly furious that dad wouldn’t let us make the traverse to the true peak. Remembering the 10 year old sister who made it up to this point with probably less complaint than I and looking at the path ahead. I now understand completely dad.