Older, unfitter & older, but...

Workplace bullying has led me to purchase a Fitbit.

The best thing about it is it's a new toy that'll keep my mind occupied away my age & general unfit state.

The worst thing is, apart from an admission of my age & general unfit state, is setting it up. Who needs to use all the features on a smart phone the you don't normally use for real life?

Anyways, here's to an unreal expectations of 10,000 steps a day & cursing a thing on my wrist where there's been nothing there for nearly five years.

This may be my last blog if I don't meet the demands of my new fitness assistant.
If it isn't, then perhaps my mindset changed & I'm living better...

Now, time for a chocolate & energy drink laden breakfast. I might as well go out with a bang.



Oh... & by the way, we went on another cruise. Starting to not mind them too much to do a second.

Long time, No post

As the title says, it's been a long time between figurative drinks.

It's been a hectic time the last year.

• Changes at work.
• Death of a parent.
• Support from an unexpected place.
• Sorting with all the bits of cleaning up an empty house.
• And an upcoming cruise to bypass part of the New Zealand spring.

Nothing special to say, other that point two makes you think who's going to be affected when you pass.

Fortunately my father seemed to know his time was near. He'd sorted his finances & his will was simple - 2 children get half each.
He was also a meticulous and organised hoarder. There was a manual for every power tool & everything was in it's place. That was a great benefit when we had a garage sale; you bought a power drill you got the tool, the case & the instructions.
On the opposite side, there was several trailerloads that brutally went straight to tip or recycling.

He was a quiet unassuming man who did a lot for the local community.

Sorting through his emails there was so much he did, via the resources of the local Menz Shed, that I'd ever known.

I couldn't speak at his service, because I didn't have the words. Best left to his brother & a nephew.

This is the first time I've written about him since his passing.

Thanks to all those who've supported my sister & I through the process. Even to the executor & real estate agent who did the jobs, but never made it feel like a sad process.

There were a few hindrances & unexpected roadblocks, but those events are best left.

Another year of challenges ahead.