Belated Weekend Coffee Share… 25th June, 2018.

Welcome to Another Weekend Coffee Share!

It’s now Monday night here, so I hope you’ve have a great weekend . Although I’m turning up rather late this week, hopefully a few stragglers would still like to join me and keep the coffee and conversation flowing.

How was your week? Do you have any stories you’d like to share?

Well, I had a busy week and much of it was rather annoying because it involved medical appointments. I had one in Sydney, one locally with my GP and was back to the GP for an iron infusion on Friday, which will hopefully turn me into Popeye the Sailor Woman in a few weeks’ time once it’s take effect. These medical appointments weren’t such a big deal, and it was more a case of one appointment generating another and then they seem to breed like rabbits for a bit. However, fortunately they largely retreat back into their hidey holes much of the time these days and only reach this kind of frequency very occasionally.

After my doctor’s appointment on Monday, I headed down to Kirribilli for a coffee and set myself up with my notebook and started randomly writing. I love downloading my soul in pen on paper like this in a rustic old cafe, and it also feels so good for the soul to get all that stuff out as well.

Last week, the kids’ school held their annual Variety Concert over two nights. Our daughter danced on Tuesday night and our son was on lights the first night and backstage the next. What with having to drop him back and forth, my daughter and I also decided to watch the second concert as well. I’m really glad we did, not only because the acts were so good and we enjoyed some incredible entertainment, but also because I hope by being there, we might’ve encouraged some young performers. It’s very rare that you ever hear anything about being a “talented audience”. I’ve personally put in many years learning the piano, ballet and the violin, but no one even sat me down and encouraged me to learn how to be a productive member of the audience and be more than just a bum on a seat. Of course, my mother taught me not to crinkle lolly wrappers and not to cough, go to the toilet or talk during a performance and these days we also need to ensure we switch our omnipresent phones to silent. However, these things are more about the etiquette of being in the audience, rather than really getting into it. You can applaud with gusto and enthusiasm. Smile. Better still, you can compliment the performer afterwards, ideally pointing to something specific so they know you mean it and you payed attention. You see, while the performer’s talent might seem very obvious to you and that you might expect them to be egotistical and full of themselves, quite often I find the reverse is quite true. That many highly talented performers are perfectionists. Perfectionism is a state which can never be reached, and so far too many live with an agonising sense of their weaknesses and mistakes, rather than their incredible abilities to take everyone around them on a magical flight to someplace else, or even deeper within their soul.

Anyway, I digress. I am rather prone to philosophizing, and I guess sharing philosophical ideas over coffee is nothing new.

While I don’t really see getting around my local area as “travelling” per se, the beauty about blogging with people from all around the world, is that my own backyard become exotic. My backyard to travelling to you.

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Our local Beach during Winter.

Anyway, last Saturday Geoff’s sister from Queensland came down for a visit along with her son who has been living in Canada or the US for over 15 years. So, we met up with them at a local cafe and then decided he should see more of his own country before he heads back and took him for a drive to Patonga, which is located on the Hawkesbury River about 15 minutes drive away through the bush and round some fairly twisty bends. It’s been a couple of years since I’ve been to Patonga, and I’ve really get to ask myself why I don’t get out and see more of the local environment when I’m surrounded by glorious beaches, stunning coastal views and the great Aussie bush. I guess, like for most of us, life gets in the way. There always seems to be so much to get done and so much of that really isn’t exciting either. It’s little more than crossing stuff off the list, but I know from past experience that ignoring it only makes it worse.

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Fishing Boats at Patonga.

Well, I guess it’s time to wrap things up here. I hope you’ve enjoyed your visit and I look forward to popping round and touching base with you as well.

This has been another contribution to the Weekend Coffee Share, hosted by Eclectic Ali.

Best wishes,

Rowena

 

2 thoughts on “Belated Weekend Coffee Share… 25th June, 2018.

  1. Gary A Wilson

    Hi Rowena,

    This week, I do have a short story to share. Actually, mine are more short memory essays. Anyway, my doctor and both the women in my life (wife and daughter) won’t let me do much of anything other than sit and let my back heal from surgery, I did produce one extra short essay about how I changed the way I gave exams to a class I was teaching for UC Berkeley Extension in the mid-1980s. It turned out to work better than I expected and proved to be a wonderful laugh riot of a time. Here’s the link if you care to spend an extra 5 minutes visiting:
    https://garyawilsonstories.wordpress.com/my-rowdy-approach-to-giving-exams/

    On being a good audience; wow – some great memories of letting my kids teach me things in this area. I have lots of interests, but dancing is simply not among them. I’m a pretty good husband for my wife, but have left her stranded in this issue. Anyway, she decided to give our kids a chance to learn ballroom dancing back when they were young-ish teenagers. That’s fine, I both thought and said, “but I doubt the boys will be interested.” Our oldest, without having heard me gave her the same response.

    To my amazement, both boys and our daughter came home after one night LOVING IT…. Gracious – I was doomed.

    Over the next 7 years, supporting and applauding for our kids and many – many others we fell in love with became a way of life. To this day I am so thankful that I was so wrong about the value of this effort for our kids.

    Suffice to say that when I’m wrong – I’m really – even spectacularly, wrong . . .

    This week, I loved your point about how, things like our virtual coffee times do make our own backyards exotic for our friends around the world. This last weekend, I wrote some about the nearby fires our county sustained last Oct. and how the community rallied to help the hundreds of people who lost homes and/or jobs.

    Once again, your wisdom comes through your rambling loud and clear. It’s just another of your charms I think.

    Hope you take the time to stop by more often. Late or early, you are always welcome in my virtual entry way or story collection.

    Warmest regards,
    Gary

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