Karmic Hairiness here I come…

THE CHALLENGE. A man (Captain Savage – a man who is about to become less hairy). A woman (the beautiful Rose). A quest. To earn enough karmic points by Christmas to be reincarnated as Something Nice. Ok I think I’m back on track, maybe this week I could be a lemur, they seem to have so much fun…

Those tails are just so cute, and those orange eyes…

Well what has happened during Week 30?

This week has been a week of Savage achievement, well not for this particular Savage, but for the lovely and engaging little Miss J…  as her dad, I am just so proud…

My daughter has always been the apple of my eye, and I’m enormously proud of her, as I’m sure all fathers are, in a most one-eyed fashion. But this week is rather special for me in relation to Miss J. Every time I spend time with her I encourage her reading, I even bought her a Kindle and loaded it up with nearly 100 classic books (from the dead writers society, you know the free ones), plus also a lot of kids type books too.

Miss J took to reading like a duck to water and at first I read to her, then we read together, with me putting on silly character voices, now Miss J reads to me, and does a really good job of it too. And at 8 years of age she is reading books I didn’t read until I was much older. She is currently reading Moby Dick, and not the comic book version either.

No, this isn’t Miss J, but you get the idea…

Not only is she good at reading, she writes pretty well as well, much better than I do, at least so she tells me whenever she get the chance. She has already been a contributor to this blog, refer… The Crazy Dream, which was her first contribution.

Then there is her sometimes infuriating habit of being quicker than my calculator at working out mathematics… Nobody likes a smarty-pants Miss J…

This would be her if she had half a chance, up showing off…

So why are you so proud of Miss J this week?

Well this week my ex-wife received my daughter’s NAPLAN report from her school… And she (Miss J) did really good… Better than even I, as her ever proud daddy, could have hoped…

Say What Capt., Her what? report?

Her NAPLAN report, ok, well it’s The National Assessment Program – Literacy and Numeracy (NAPLAN) and is an annual assessment for students in Years 3, 5, 7 and 9. It is an everyday part of the school calendar and has been since 2008. NAPLAN tests the sorts of skills that are essential for every child to progress through school and life, such as reading, writing, spelling and numeracy.

Little Miss J has been assessed as being in the top 1% of kids of her age for reading, creative writing and mathematical ability, I was totally blown away…

And I am so proud of you Miss J

So now Miss J is being given opportunities for special tutoring and extra classes, and I know where she gets it from… Well I’ll keep telling myself that regardless Rose…

So I must be doing something right?

But there is one little white cloud on the sunny horizon for little Miss J, she is cursed like me with the same issues that I suffered from at school, and which made me sometimes be, to quote fake Roman, Mr Sporticus Clumsicus.

My parents often wondered how the hell I lived through my childhood sometimes. But I’m kind of hopeful that little Miss J can, just like I eventually did, learn to make the most of her limited sporting capacity. Yes I eventually made the school athletics and cross-country teams (I think they were desperate actually). I would also have made the curly-headed, shortsighted, nerd team too, but they didn’t want to own up to having that team at my school.

So what about Karma for this week Capt?

Well, obviously this week I want to be reincarnated as Miss J, and hopefully live a highly successful life as a child prodigy/genius…

But actually I think I have earned a few Karmic Coins from the fountain.

Here we go, a few coins in a very famous fountain…

I have added to my collection of Karmic Karma raising activities by once again becoming a MoBro…

A Mo-What Capt?

Well every year for the last 9 years I have been shaving my face clean on the 1st of November and then growing a variety of hairy caterpillars on my upper lip, yep, growing Moustaches for Movember.

Here are a couple of lovely examples of Movember Moustaches

And what is Movember about?

During November each year, Movember is responsible for the sprouting of moustaches on thousands of men’s faces in Australia and around the world. The aim of which is to raise vital funds and awareness for men’s health, specifically prostate cancer and male mental health.

Registering at www.movember.com, guys then start Movember 1st with a clean-shaven face and then for the rest of the month, these selfless and generous men known as Mo Bros, groom, trim and wax their way into the annals of fine moustachery. Supported by the women in their lives, Mo Sistas, Movember Mo Bros raise funds by seeking out sponsorship for their Mo growing efforts.

Mo Bros effectively become walking, talking billboards for the 30 days of November and through their actions and words raise awareness by prompting private and public conversation around the often ignored issue of men’s health.

At the end of the month, Mo Bros and their female supporters (known as Mo Sistas) celebrate their gallantry and valor by either throwing their own Movember party or attending one of the infamous Gala Partés held around the world by Movember, for Movember.

Want to help me to raise money for Movember?

Well you can, I have just set up my fundraising page, still got to finish putting up info and arrange my own Movember events, but you are welcome to chip in and support men’s health. My Movember site is at http://mobro.co/TheSavageMO, check it out!!!

How has the Beautiful Rose gone, well in a Karmic Sense? (She’s been gone in a few other senses for a while now…)

Well Rose has been fully occupied with lots and lots of things, all which are earning her mountains of Karma. She has taken her son, the incredibly debonair and intelligent (intimidatingly) Mr F, on an expedition to the beautiful Blue Mountains (where else would someone as beautiful as Rose go?).

The Three Sisters in the Blue Mountains

Rose has been doing wonderful things with the gorgeous and delightfully cheeky (shows no respect for us adults at all) Miss M.

She has also been doing heaps and heaps for her family…

As well as cleaning her house and getting it all fixed up too…

Let’s just admit it, Rose has been a very busy little vegemite!!!

See a Happy Little Vegemite, even has Rosy cheeks Rose…

So Week 30, what’s the score?

Well I’ll leave that up to the delicious Rose, what do you reckon I should put in for our scores?

Week No. Week Ending Rose’s Weekly Tally Rose’s Running Total Capt’s Weekly Tally Capt’s Running Total
15

4/07/2012

200

406

50

205

16

11/07/2012

10

416

15

220

17

18/07/2012

10

426

20

240

18

25/07/2012

5

431

25

265

19

1/08/2012

5

436

20

285

20

8/08/2012

10

446

25

310

21

15/08/2012

15

461

30

340

22

22/08/2012

1

462

15

355

23

29/08/2012

1

463

15

370

24

5/09/2012

1

464

15

385

25

12/09/2012

1

465

15

400

26

19/09/2012

1

466

15

415

27

26/09/2012

1

467

15

430

28

3/10/2012

1

468

15

445

29

10/10/2012

1

469

5

450

30

17/10/2012

?

#VALUE!

?

#VALUE!

Come on Rose, what’s the score?

Capt. Savage

Soon to be hairy lipped (Moustached)

Help me pick my Movember style below…




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Karmic Better Late Than Never Post… Week??

Here is the Dalai Lama doing a bit of finger waving at naughty Capt. Savage

THE CHALLENGE. A man (Captain Savage – a very slack person). A woman (Rose). A quest. To earn enough karmic points by Christmas to be reincarnated as Something Nice. The way I am going at the moment I will be coming back as a 3 toed sloth…

So where the heck have you been Capt. Savage? Why no posts for ages?

To be honest I have been in a bit of a downer since my kids went home the other week, watching them fly back to Queensland really was gut wrenching. The kids had just stayed with me for a week in Canberra, and while it wasn’t the best holiday I’ve spent with the kids, I did feel torn up when I had to drop them off at the departure lounge and I watched my daughter run off to be with her mum and her new partner.

I shouldn’t feel sad, as I enjoyed my time with the kids and I know that their mother cares just as much as I do for the kids and they should be glad to see her and their stepfather, but logic doesn’t always triumph over emotions and your heart.

I took the kids to a few playgrounds, down to the Cotter River with Rose and her 3 dogs. The dogs didn’t care that the water was cold, they had a great time. Rose kindly took my daughter for a wander amongst the rocks, as I’d forgotten to bring my thongs (footwear for those unfamiliar, not the other sort).

So here are some photos from the week with the kids.

Here are the boys playing around by the Cotter River near Canberra, looks nice and warm but the water was freezing

Here is Rose, notice that the photo is suitably blurry, not sure what I was doing wrong that day, my expensive Nikon DSLR was taking terrible pictures (couldn’t be the operator??). It is a lovely spot really, as is Rose…

Here are the kids at an adventure playground about 15 minutes from home, Mr. J just wasn’t interested

Here is Mr. B going down the big slippery slide at the playground, and not too sure about it either

And here is Miss. J going down, more worried about her hat than the slide really

The even bigger slide that Mr. B just wouldn’t go down, no matter how many time Miss. J did it

Miss. J doing what she does best, showing off while balancing on one leg on a fake lizard

Mr. B on top of Canberra’s Telecom (Telstra) Tower, god it was windy that day, I’d just been running around trying to get Mr. B’s hat (I’m holding it while shooting this shot)

And here is Miss. J a.k.a. ‘Eskimo Girl’ trying to get out of the wind

Ok, so you have been feeling a bit low, but that’s no excuse for not doing your Karmic Post Capt!!!

Yep, I agree with Rose, who has been quietly able to do Karmic Posts while I have been acting like a bit like a hermit in my little cave (my unit). And actually doing a web post is kind of therapy rather than torture, although some of my attempts at poetry can be quite torturous I’m told.

So how did we fair Karmically (don’t think that’s actually a word Capt.) over the last few weeks?

Well Rose is so Karmic that she is already almost at her target of 500 points… and she still has nearly 3 months to go. So using the law of diminishing returns, I’ve decided to make it harder for you Rose, and also to allow me some faint hope of catching you before December. So I’ve given you a point for each week, generous I think. And for Me, well I used my weekly average up to now (15)… Creative accounting at its best I reckon Rose.

Week No.

Week Ending

Rose’s Weekly Tally

Rose’s Running Total

Capt’s Weekly Tally

Capt’s Running Total

15

4/07/2012

200

406

50

205

16

11/07/2012

10

416

15

220

17

18/07/2012

10

426

20

240

18

25/07/2012

5

431

25

265

19

1/08/2012

5

436

20

285

20

8/08/2012

10

446

25

310

21

15/08/2012

15

461

30

340

22

22/08/2012

1

462

15

355

23

29/08/2012

1

463

15

370

24

5/09/2012

1

464

15

385

25

12/09/2012

1

465

15

400

26

19/09/2012

1

466

15

415

27

26/09/2012

1

467

15

430

28

3/10/2012

1

468

15

445

 

ANY COMPLAINTS ABOUT THE SCORES SHOULD BE DIRECTED TO THE HAND… AND IT AINT LISTENING…

One of my favourite silly movies, Sacha Baron Cohen at his best (or is that his worst)

And you really should keep yourselves abreast of Rose’s recent post, it was thrilling for good old Mr. L, who apparently needed oxygen afterwards, bring on summer I say… And no, wearing a similar outfit for me won’t give you any more points, although I’m not going to discourage you…

The Karmic Challenge: Week 27 – Wear a Low Cut Dress for Jesus! (great title Rose)

Plus I love the concept of Gucci the animal activist (only animals can be really, and yes I know Rose, we are animals too). Sorry that I let the wet weather keep me at home in my cave, but to be truthful I wasn’t the best of company recently.

Capt. Savage

(Finally out of his hermit cave and back blogging)

 

Teenage Depression and Signs of Teenage Depression

Reblogged from Teenage Depression and Signs of Teenage Depression.

What is Depression in Teenagers?

Have you ever experienced teenage depression? Do you know the signs of teenage depression?

Almost without exception, teenagers go through periods of being moody and antisocial. You may think that life sucks.

Is Your Teenage Life an Exception?

I was not an exception. I was sometimes really stupid. Sometimes up and sometimes down. No, it was not a teen depression, it was an ordinary teenage life. I loved my parents but sometimes I hated them. Sometimes I felt that nobody could understand me. Sometimes I was alone. Sometimes I thought that life sucks. Sometimes I was convinced that nobody could understand me.

Signs of teenage depression

Teenage Depression

Frankly to say, it is very difficult to spot the difference between what is normal teen mood and what is teenage depression. The most recent statistics show that about 20 percent of teens (every fifth) will experience teen depression and about 5 percent of teenagers are suffering from major depression.

In addition, a considerable percent of you have a false belief about having depression. See some examples among the teenage posts.

How can we describe a Teenager of healthy Psyche?

  • Having ideals, paragons who are worth to follow
  • Having plans to change the world
  • Having dreams about the future
  • Being in love
  • Having problem with the parents
  • Having problem with authorities
  • Being interested in music and dance
  • Open-minded
  • having a lot of conversations about the great questions
  • Wishing to know everything
  • Feeling that life is a challenge
  • Being sometimes up and sometimes down
  • Take the Mental Health Test to see your mental wellbeing

“The human soul has still greater need of the ideal than of the real. It is by the real that we exist; it is by the ideal that we live.” – Victor Hugo

Why are you reblogging this Capt? 

A concerned parent, we’ve all been there…

The other day I was talking to a friend of mine. She is really concerned about her daughter who is having some trouble at school. I think she (her daughter) is a lovely girl, intelligent, witty, beautiful (just like her mum). What this friend said to me made me reflect on my own teenage years, made me think about what it’s like to be a teenager, and I came across this blog which I thought had lots of very useful advice.

The main thing that I began to realise from my little bit of research (and common sense) is that there is no such thing as a ‘perfect’ or ‘model’ teenager. We unfortunately have a tendency to stereotype, to pigeonhole, to classify, often based on incorrect information from well-meaning (but unqualified or biased individuals). This free advice is typically from school counsellors or chaplains (with little or no formal training in mental health related issues), from relatives, friends, and worst of all frustrated ex-husbands or former or current boyfriends.

Do I think my friend’s daughter has a problem?

Well maybe, but it’s not life threatening, it’s growing up, its dealing with life’s challenges, it can be hard, but I think the trouble with what my friend is being told is (mostly by staff at her school and do-gooder’s with their own problems), just as Victor Hugo said “The human soul has still greater need of the ideal than of the real. It is by the real that we exist; it is by the ideal that we live.”

I think all too often we strive for the ideal, but we forget about what is real, we forget that we are all human, we expect conformity when in reality its our lack of conformity that makes as individuals, makes us special, makes us who we are.

So my advice to my friend?

I think she should stick with it, persist and continue to give support, give hugs, and recognise (as she does) that her daughter is going through a challenging phase (I won’t say just, that would be patronising).  From what I can see she may be just a bit more mentally mature than her peers, perhaps not interested in what they are interested in, and that this may come from my friend, because she treats her daughter as she is, a brilliant little rough cut diamond just waiting to be polished.

Capt. Savage

A roughcut diamond just waiting to be cut and polished

Week 17 – A few more coins in the Karmic fountain

This song is for my daughter, who for some reason really likes this track. I am slightly embarrassed to admit that I have the original album (Waterloo) in vinyl, maybe if my daughter is good when she comes and visits me in September I might dig out the album and play it for her. That’s after I have finished explaining to her what a record player is… Worrying part in a way for me is pretty soon I’ll need to explain to her what a CD player is… Plus all those cassettes I have gathering dust in the corner of my cupboard.

Miss J, this is a record player, and no my house is NOT a museum, at least not yet…

BTW, this weekend signals a new episode in the life of the Capt., yes my new little pussy cat arrives on Saturday (hopefully). I have been lusting after a pussy for years (minds out of gutter please!), well ever since my family’s last lovely black and white cat quietly passed away.

Timmins, the black and white pussy cat…

Pussy cats have been in my family for years actually, in fact here is a picture of my dad with his cat before he went off to the Second World War.

He was also called Timmins, as were all our family’s cats.

Dad then went off and joined the Artillery and served in North Africa.

There’s my dad, back row, 3rd from the left, with the slightly cheeky grin, he was a naughty boy…

Anyway, back to Timmins the 1st, my dad was away for over 5 years, and old Timmins hung on until he came back. He lasted just 4-5 months after that, and dad was apparently really upset when he passed away. Timmins really made an impression on my dad. Our family was almost never without a cat for as long as I can remember. So I’ve waited a few years dad, but finally I’ve gotten around to carrying on the family tradition (Mum does have a cat, and he is a real rascal).

My dad, well as I said, he was a bit of a lad, or slightly naughty. I think he was lucky to snag my mum. Dad was a bit of a dancer, and my mum loved dancing, they met at a dance hall in Sydney.

Here is mum walking down the to my granddad’s store, which was at the old Paddy’s Market in Haymarket Sydney. The photo was taken sometime before the war. My poppy own a large green grocers business at the markets, mum used to do the books. Apparently she was often wolf whistled when she walked to work, she claimed not to like it, but I think she really loved it…

Mum was cute I think… Love the gloves, the hat and the net stuff…

The end result was this…

Yes that’s a little Capt. Savage, at home in our backyard…

So enough of my family, on to the Karmic score.

I have I think said all I need to say about our (Rose and my) week in Karma. You can check out our respective blogs for more details, for Rose see http://butimbeautiful.wordpress.com/2012/07/18/the-karmic-challenge-week-17-guru-fred-speaks/ and for my efforts see https://captsavage.wordpress.com/2012/07/18/week-of-karmic-action-week-17/

And the points… I was tempted to give all of Rose’s point to Guru Fred, whose wisdom is never-ending… But here is the Capt. Savage view, objections can be sent to WhoCares@GuruFredsAshram.com.au

   

Rose

The Capt.

Week No. Week Ending Rose’s Weekly Tally Rose’s Running Total Capt’s Weekly Tally Capt’s Running Total
10

30/05/2012

5

151

15

90

11

6/06/2012

10

161

10

100

12

13/06/2012

0

161

10

110

13

20/06/2012

20

181

20

130

14

27/06/2012

25

206

25

155

15

4/07/2012

200

406

50

205

16

11/07/2012

10

416

15

220

17

18/07/2012

10

426

50

270

(Note, I gave myself a couple of extra points for this week, Carpe Diem, Rose)

Bring on Week 18, and let’s see what chaos a pussy cat can do…

Capt. Savage

(Finally the Capt. has his own furry little pussy)

Karmic Challenge Week 15 or is it 16 already??? I’m really not sure…

I absolutely HATE the mosquito… Almost as much as the tax department

“If you think you are too small to make a difference, try sleeping with a mosquito.”
Dalai Lama XIV

The Great continuing Karmic Challenge

Only 5 months to go Rose, just 5 months, I’d tell you the days left, but I’ll save my accounting skills as who really cares? The game is about Karma not counting I think.

Now my apologies from the start, my prosaic and mundane writing style is not a patch on my good friend Rose’s contributions. But suck it up, I have the keyboard and I’m here writing it, so too bad!

It has been a difficult few weeks to keep up the Karmic reporting pace that has been maintained by the highly creative Rose and me her number crunching sidekick. What with trips to the snow fields, then to the sunshine coast, new challenging jobs to do (in Rose’s case). Well it has not been great, and there are other recent events that have distracted Rose, so I thought I’d do a post just, because, well just because…

Now since I have been distracted, and I have not really keeping an eye on things, I thought I might just summarise  just the highlights, or at least the one’s I know about or can remember. Rose you can always correct me, and I know that you will be!

The Capt. and Karma Weeks 14 to 15

Now you might notice that I left of week 16, that’s because Rose and I haven’t really had a chance to compare notes, but accuracy in Karmic Counting has never been my strongest suit.

So how did I do over the last few weeks? Where do I start?

  1. The Noah’s Ark Expedition to the non-Sunshine Coast

    Well you can read the whole sorry story at my post Karma and a week lost in a very wet paradise. It explains how lovely and warm it was(n’t) up on the Sunshine Coast. So for enduring near arctic conditions and bringing smiles to my kids, or at least entertaining them and giving them heaps of cuddles, I think I deserve a few points.

    How does 25 Points sound?


    Here is me with Miss J (excuse her bottom), Mr J (tank engine in hand) and Mr B, all loving the beach. Mind you it was raining, blowing a gale, and the beach was actually closed for surfing, but my family (and Rose) we are made of tougher stuff.

  2. The Great Cat Visitation and Feeding event

    Now Rose has befriended this rather bohemian woman, who has from what I can gather, an addiction to helping poor little lost pussies. Rose has been making regularly pilgrimages to visit this cat lady, and taking food for her many many cute pussy cats.

    I have been talking about getting a cat for some time now. Finally the other week the body corporate, those devils that set the rules for the block of units I live in, well finally they relented and grudgingly gave me permission to have my own pussy. Rose just wasn’t able to make her regular visit last week, so little old me took the meat to the cat lady.

    I nearly ran over a cat as I drove up the driveway, then as I entered the house several cats tried to make a break for it. But actually, eccentric as she is, this cat lady seems to have a heart of gold, and a lack of a functioning old factory sense (her house stinks just a bit).

    So I gave the meat to her, with Rose’s apologies, and I also made friends with I don’t know how many cats. My next visit will be to select my own pussy, thanks Rose for setting this up (or is that setting me up).

    Maybe 25 points?

    A selection of cute pussy cats, I’ll post a picture of mine when I finally get it settled into my place

  3. Donations, Donations, oh wonderful Tax Deductible Donations

    I am slowly, month by month, contributing to the education of some anonymous child, via the Smith Family. So at around $40 a month, I think I should get not only a tax deduction, but carbon credits and maybe a few Karma points too.

    You too can help the Smith Family by visiting their website and making a donation directly at http://www.thesmithfamily.com.au/site/page.cfm, or if you are in Australia, do it in the flesh.

    25 Points

So What about Rose’s Weeks 14 to 15?

  1. Yes, Rose was also part of the Noah’s Ark Expedition

    Well I’d have to that I really appreciated Rose coming along to the, formerly known as, Sunshine Coast. Yep it rained almost non-stop, and my kids kept on wanting to go into the pool. Rose is NOT a big fan of the cold, and the so-called ‘heated’ pool, was not exactly warm. Now she did spend quite a bit of time in the heated spa pool, actually almost all the time she could. But when required she bravely went where her body told her not to go, and for that I really appreciated it, as I did with her assistance she gave freely for the entire week with my kids. You were fantastic Rose xxx

    100 Points


    There is the intrepid polar explorer Rose, with Miss J and Mr B, freezing her tits off, I know cause I’d just jumped out of the pool to take the photo 

  2. But Capt. It was my food that you took to the Great Cat Visitation!

    Yep I think you deserve a bucket load for supporting this lovely lady and her cat infestation. Especially kind giving meat, when you can’t stand the stuff really. Plus pointing me in the right direction, yep thanks to Rose I will soon have my very own pussy cat, and from the same lovely cat lady, she is a bit strange, but I’ve grown accustomed to eccentricity, you see I know you Rose, my very bestie, and well what more can I say J

    10 Points


    This is how NOT to feed a cat, yep you can’t trust an ex-president…

  3. The failure to deliver, NO slamming for me… 

    Well Rose got me all worked up and ready to be totally slammed into the jaws of a lubricious local poetesses at a monthly Poetry Slam. I was all primed, had memorised my best lines, by the way she had planned this event, not me. I would have been happy just going down to the local to hear a band, or even just sitting and chatting sitting on soft sand. But Rose, who writes some incredible prose, decided that poetry would be where to pose, that eternal question, of life and the rest, your place or mine? Yes my ultimate test!

    But Rose did not satisfy, my ultimate need, my eternal quest, instead she chose sniffles, and her own sick-bed, and left me a little miffled… Maybe it’s lucky she DIDN’T take me to the poetry slam…

    No Points for Rose, just a bad case of the Flu


    Here is what we missed out on Rose, the worrying part for me is, no sexy Poetess’s anywhere in sight

  4. Rose and her wonderful mum

    I can’t say too much here, as really Rose has said it all in her post Farewell to the loveliest of mothers. My heart went out to Rose, and for her lovely writing and thoughts about her mum, well I really can’t count the number of points you truly deserve, but as a small token, here is my tally for you.

    200 Points

So what is the tally up to week 15?

   

Rose

The Capt.

Week No. Week Ending Rose’s Weekly Tally Rose’s Running Total Capt’s Weekly Tally Capt’s Running Total
0

21/03/2012

0

0

-7

-7

1

28/03/2012

12

12

13

6

2

4/04/2012

15

27

18

24

3

11/04/2012

10

37

11

35

4

18/04/2012

10

47

11

46

5

25/04/2012

4

51

-3

43

6

2/05/2012

15

66

12

55

7

9/05/2012

10

76

10

65

8

16/05/2012

50

126

10

75

9

23/05/2012

20

146

0

75

10

30/05/2012

5

151

15

90

11

6/06/2012

10

161

10

100

12

13/06/2012

0

161

10

110

13

20/06/2012

20

181

20

130

14

27/06/2012

100

206

25

155

15

4/07/2012

210

416

50

205

16

11/07/2012

???

???

???

???

Your comments and abuse is will be appreciated and/or ignored depending on whether it is the former or the latter.

Capt. Savage

(Slowing slipping further behind the Karmic excellence that is Rose)

Empty Nest

Reblogged from Trailertrashdeluxe’s Blog:


A haunting song by Chris Isaak‘s, Blue Spanish Skys…

Empty Nest

Posted on July 6, 2012


The world will end in three days
,
The moving van will be pulled up,
The walk-in closet will empty,
I’ll sit with my gold wedding cup.

The kids have all moved to the city,
The laughs and the heartaches are gone,
The space, just a void there between us,
No more of the sweet touch at dawn.

The world will end in three days,
She has a new place of her own,
I’ll drink cyanide with my nightcap,
And be gone, before dawn, all alone.

Now I know this post is probably fiction, done in response to a challenge at http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2012/07/trifextra-week-twenty-three.html 

But regardless it made me think about my own separation and divorce, although in my case I left rather than she left. But in reality the marriage and relationship had been broken for some time and it was just that I acted first before she did.

So TrailerTrash, a very moving poem, and it made me think of this very haunting song by Chris Isaak’s “Blue Spanish Sky”, which contains some really nice lyrics reflective of your own thoughts. In my case what I miss most is my children and the comfort of having a family.

The moment I finally walked out was in a way a release from sadness, as for so many months before I left I had been unhappy and feeling so alone. It was made more difficult because I felt I had to keep up the performance, i.e. appear to be the happy family man, when in fact my heart was broken. The confused look on my kid’s faces when I left said it all to me.

Great post TrailerTrash, thanks for sharing.

CS
(BTW I am now learning how to play this song on my guitar, and I know my daughter will HATE it when I play it to her in September, but who cares, I love it)

Karma and a week lost in a very wet paradise

What Noosa Main Beach is supposed to look like…

In search of Karma on the Sunshine Coast with my kids and the master Karma Collector Rose

“Remember that sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck.”
Dalai Lama XIV

I have just come back from a very wet week at what normally is a beach paradise, namely the Sunshine Coast of Queensland. Every 3 months I make a pilgrimage up to visit my kids who now live in Queensland with my ex-wife. Generally it’s a pleasant trip, with warm or hot days, lots of time spent at the beach, it’s quite simply a week usually spent in paradise.

So you get used to believing the advertising campaigns, where Queensland is described as ‘beautiful one day and perfect the next’, I went through this in my last post ‘good weather for ducks‘, so I won’t go back over old ground. But my last post was on the Tuesday of last week. Well it didn’t really stop raining until I pack everything up and drove my kids back to their mother’s place on Friday.

However regardless of the weather my kids had heaps of fun, as did I, and I believe so did Rose too (with the kids anyway). Also being stuck inside gave me plenty of chances to practice my new vice, namely playing the guitar, or at least torturing others while I practice.

Jade ‘enjoying’ my guitar playing

So how about Karma Capt?

Well I have to admit I felt like I was collecting Karma by the bucket load with the smiles coming from the kids, mostly Miss J who simply loved jumping in the water, mostly the heated spa however, Mr B is made of stronger stuff and stoically insisted in jumping into the pool. Now this was supposed to be a heated pool, but I think that as in my previous post the heating was simply there to melt the larger icebergs.

But the one who deserves all of the Karma is Rose. While she mostly avoided the pool whenever possible, she definitely is not in the slightest bit Eskimo, she did force a smile and put up with most of everything my kids chucked at her. Only on one or two occasions did she have to escape, one of those was her epic expedition to Noosa Heads (walking), but I think that she may actually have been escaping me and my damn guitar.

She also gave up a week with her kids, her animals, and even (god forbid) blogging mostly… She was starting to be a bit strung out by the end of the week, like a drug addict going cold turkey. And I must also mention that for almost the whole week before our epic trip she had the worst case of Lurgi, and was still swallowing buckets of antibiotics and generally rattling round like a pill bottle when we drove up to Queensland.

SO A BIG THANK YOU TO YOU ROSE – Maybe 100 Points… what do you think.

Rose and Miss J in the heated spa… where was I, well with the polar bears in the pool with my eskimo son Mr B…

For me, well I think I deserve some points, but they are my kids, so I suppose being nice to them isn’t too much of an effort.

And I should get some points for giving my ex-wife a kid free week to spend surrounded by washing and the other bi-products of having 3 kids to look after. I’m imagining her crumpled in a corner breathing heavy sighs of relief and perhaps slipping off for a quick massage somewhere, or god forbid getting a sleep-in.

So maybe I could get 25 points for spending the week with them?

This week however has been a bit of a disaster work-wise for me…

I have been a bit sleep deprived, my kids have been working me over, tag team wrestling style. My daughter likes to read before going to sleep, but I suspect it’s actually a tactic to get daddy to let her stay up later. Most nights she doesn’t get to sleep until well after 10pm. Then Mr J, my little downs boy, well he just LOVES waking up at around 4-4.30am every morning… So I think on my best night I got maybe 5 hours sleep. Now I can’t complain, my kids are a pretty happy lot, and don’t grumble (much), they are actually pretty easy-going (just like me).

Here is a stock picture of someone practicing my new work appreciation technique

So this week I got back to work and pretty much sat in my office looking absent mindedly at people, and pretending to be awake. On Tuesday morning it all caught up with me and I slept in (badly). The only reason I woke up was that another member of my team rang me on my mobile to say they weren’t coming into work. The call finally raised me from my zombie like, living dead state, and nearly fell out of bed when I saw the time. I then had to drag myself into work to face the music from my boss (arrogantus on steriodicus), who practically handed me a leave form.

Will I go back to the ‘Sunshine Coast’ again? Or will I take Queensland to court for false advertising?

Well of course I will, as the song says, ‘2 out of 3 ain’t bad’, and the previous 2 visits had been just fantastic. Even this visit was fun if wet, I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed getting soaking wet more, nor jumped in as many puddles.

Will Rose ever accompany me on one of these expeditions again?

To be honest I have no idea, but I SO appreciated her help and company, that I’d pay her to come next time. But at least if I take anybody else with me to help, I now have the gold standard to compare to… Thanks Rose you are a STAR.

In September the kids are coming down to visit me, and I’m going to take them somewhere where I am hoping it’s also cold and wet, but at least it will be my choice and it will involve snow hopefully next time. At Christmas I am planning to take them back to the Sunshine Coast, when I am sure it’s paradise status will be restored. Plus in Sept when the kids come to my place I may be able to persuade Rose to jump in the pool with the kids again, or perhaps visit the beach with them, if I am a really good boy, just maybe…

Capt. Savage

(Slightly sleep deprived, but still a happy chappy, or maybe just feeling crappy for being back at work…)