A heartbreaking funeral

I Funerals in Perthwish this day had never come. All I want to do is scream and cry but the only thing I have the energy to do is just sit here. On the floor. Staring blankly at the computer screen and hoping for a miracle. Hoping, praying, bargaining with some higher entity for them to give him back. Please, let me have my Rowan back.

I’ve only watched the Lord of the Rings films once, with Rowan when he was a kid, but there was a line that stuck with me. It struck a chord that resonated with the parent in me and I find myself remembering those words today. No parent should have to bury their child.

I neglected dealing with. I couldn’t. I asked friends and family members to deal with the logistics, from everything from organ donation to finding a funeral director. Perth has a lot of funeral homes, or so they tell me, but if I’m honest everything’s been such a blur I don’t even know which one I’m with. I don’t know who is burying my child. Not that it matters.

I’m hoping that in writing this, I get some sense of closure, but I doubt that will ever happen. It still feels as though he’s going to walk in the front door with that grin on his face, with some tall story about where he’s been. It still feels as though this is all one terrible nightmare I’m going to wake up from and everything will be back to how it was. But I know, deep down, that that’s never going to happen. I can feel it in my gut.

The funeral’s in Perth, so I won’t have to go far. I have a friend coming to pick me up in an hours time. I have to keep moving. I have to just breathe, to go through the motions. Rowan wouldn’t want me to be left a shell. He would want me to live.

The business signage process

AsBusiness signage Melbourne a small business owner, finding a really good, trustworthy, high quality sign company in Melbourne can be difficult. You know you want something great, that makes you stand out from the crowd, that draws the eye, that makes people want to work with you and your business, but ferreting out those who say they can from those who can deliver is really difficult. Trust me. I’ve just been through the whole thing. Twice.

I own a local, organic green grocery. See what I mean? Small business, and yet I really want to get across what I’m all about through my business signs. Melbourne residents need to be able to look at my sign and know that they can trust me and my products. They need to be able to walk past my sign on the street and be interested enough that they have a bit of a look inside, or better yet, have a chat to me or one of my fantastic staff about our products. The sign is the hook, without it, they’re probably not going to want to have a look inside, and I need that to happen.

Going and talking to couple of different graphic design companies has been more or less a complete disaster. They’ve presented us with all kinds of different ideas and styles, but, in my opinion, it’s all been terrible. All I’ve seen are bizarre, comic reductions of our core message into gaudy images and shapes, or, alternatively, designs so mainstream that we would look exactly like every other organic grocery. It’s as if everything we talked about in our meetings, which were generally excellent, went in one ear and out the other. All I needed was for someone to listen to me, and that just didn’t happen.

I’ve come to the point where I’m just exhausted. I know signage in Melbourne is important, but I just don’t know if I can keep going through this process. I just feel done. I just want to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

How many of me does it take to fix a light bulb?

Today I did something taluminium laddershat could have been, and, with a bit of hindsight, probably was funny, but at the time it was just cringeworthy. And not just a little bit cringeworthy, either. It was major, pathetic, Three Stooges cringeworthy.

I like to think of myself as a pretty self sufficient kind of a person. I live, quite comfortably on my own and that’s always worked fine for me, but once in a blue moon I come up against something new. Something I haven’t had to deal with with before. As a pretty self sufficient kind of a person, I like to think I’ll be able to deal with these moments as they arise on my own. I guess you could say I’m stubborn like that, but, as I see it, it’s more that I’m fully capable of handling my problems on my own. So when one of the lights in my apartment decided to blow, I decided that, with a quick ‘how to’ search on Google under my belt, I had enough expertise in that area to handle the simple task of changing a lightbulb.

Even though I don’t have an aluminium ladder of my own, I know a mate in the ground floor apartment who does, so I figured it would be easy enough to borrow it from him. Irritatingly, Steve has one of those ridiculously huge Bailey ladders, and it wouldn’t fit in the lift, but that just meant a bit of extra cardio for me, carrying it up the stairs. The problem with that was that I got into a bit of a rhythm, where I wasn’t really thinking about much more than continuing up the stairs, so when I got to my flaw I just kicked the door open and stormed through. Thing was, I was holding the ladder horizontally. The whiplash was mind-boggling, and I was moving so fast that I actually fell down, under the ladder, which then fell on my chest. If there’d been a laugh track laid over the top of it, it would have looked like slapstick comedic gold. As it was, it looks like three broken ribs, cracked plaster, and a long hospital bill.

Oh, and one busted light bulb.

Foot pain fixed by the podiatrist

foot specialist CheltenhamI want to call up the podiatrist so that I can get this foot looked at. It’s been giving me troubles for the past week or so, ever since I hurt it in the footy match over the weekend. I can’t help but feel pain every time I walk on it, as well as when I wake up in the morning. I guess I must be moving the wrong way in my sleep, and it hurts when I wake up. Sometimes, I even wake up in the middle of the night because of the pain. I want to sleep but I can’t and I even wake up the wife when I get up in the middle of the night to go out to the living room. I don’t want to disturb her with my stretching and stuff, but I accidentally do it every time, it’s annoying for both of us.
I’m more irritable at work and I’m less productive. I end up taking it out on those I care about, and I end up being a little too short with them. I just want this pain in my foot to go away, which is why I called up the podiatrist in Cheltenham, and tried to make an appointment with a foot specialist. I am waiting in the car park now, fingers crossed for the appointment. The professional looking building is good indicator. I can see the sign out the front and it makes me feel like they know what they are doing. I’m in good hands with the Cheltenham foot specialist. I am also in good hands with my wife, and I wish that she were here with me. I wish that I could hold her hand and get her to tell me that everything is going to be alright. She always knows how to calm me down. If all goes well I’ll be back on the foot field soon so that we can win the premiership this season.

What to do for Sam’s birthday

My bIce skating Melbourneoy Sam is turning 9 two weeks from now and I just don’t know what to do for the kid. We’re thinking about booking him one of those party venues Melbourne seems to have plenty of, but darn it I’m just not sure we really should.

I mean, it’s not like he’s mentally challenged or anything, he’s just real awkward in social situations and pretty slow on the uptake. He’s got a couple of friends at school, or so he says, but we never see them round at the house. We talked to his teacher to make sure the people he’d named in his class were real people, about six months ago, when I asked about his friends, it turned out he’d just made up names off of the top of his head. When I talked to his teacher about it she said there were no people by that name in his class. I gotta tell you, that made me real worried for a moment there. This time, at least the names were real, but we’ve got no way of knowing whether they’re actually his friends, see? And if they’re not, we wouldn’t want to book him out a party venue for friends he doesn’t have. It’s a complicated kind of situation.

Couple of years back, he got real into ice skating, learning to ice skate through lessons and such, but it was a cold kind of a pastime for such a warm country as Australia. I always thought learning to ice skate here was a real impractical thing to be doing, but he seemed to enjoy it a lot and that was good enough for me. Maybe we should have his birthday at an ice skating rink? That way he doesn’t have to talk to the other kids if he doesn’t want to, which, knowing him, he probably wont. I’m not a bad parent, mind you. All I really want for him is to have a good time.

Procrastination Leads to Clutter

clutterThere is some truth to the phrase ‘if you don’t eat yer meat, you can’t have any pudding’. It’s true, truly truthful. Because, and this is thinking really hard about the issue…if you DON’T eat your meat…how CAN you have the aforementioned pudding? Meat comes first, before pudding you see. The conquering of the meat is paramount to progressing towards the pudding.

This is a really deep thought for a Thursday. Maybe I need to roll things back to something a little bit lighter. Like my will! I have this legal will draft that I’ve just been casually chipping away at for a while now, and it’s my primary source of procrastination. That’s probably why I keep having the deep thoughts, you know? I think that I really need to get onto that last will and testament that people think is so important. But that means going through my possessions, and that’s the end of that because I always find something terribly distracting. Just yesterday I dug up my old coin collection. I used to be mad on those things, polished them every day. I was under the delusion that my friends would actually be impressed by this collection of small metal objects. Still, I managed to score a few limited edition ones. One day, those are going to be worth something. But not for a while, so if I’m getting on with making a will, those should go to my grandchildren. Kelvin is so obsessed with shiny things, so I hope that’s going to continue into his adult years. He’s gonna love these coins!

It’s all so much to deal with, lots of trinkets and baubles to sort through. Makes me want to make my will just a matter of writing ‘you all just work it out amongst yourselves, and be civil’. Then my family could just roll with that. But a last will and testament isn’t quite so easy. Back to it, I suppose. Until I’m distracted again…

Poetry in Business

poetryNot with a bang, but a whimper. That’s probably one of the most quoted poems of all time. Not that it’s one I use often, because I know a far greater breadth of poetry and many of them have better lines. Still, as poetry goes…it’s not bad. You can see why it’s endearing, at least. And then there’s all the anti-war business. Anyway, my mission is to bring literature into every corner of life, so as to improve the English language for all. That’s why I jump careers so much. I improve one place, and move on. I’ve spent the last few months in a conveyancing office in Melbourne. I don’t know what the section 32 statement is, because it’s not written in anything close to poetic language, but I do know that it could be. Conveyancers are some of the best people I’ve worked with, but everyone can stand to improve their language. I’ve already started encouraging people to stop taking coffee breaks and start ‘sojourning to the tearoom for light refreshments’. I tell people that they’re not meeting with clients, they’re ‘conferring with business acquaintances’. Some of them seem annoyed at my corrections, but they’ll see in the end. If we don’t clean up our language, it’s very steadily fading to nothing. Or effervescing to naught. See what I did there?

There are a number of terms that I’m not determined to change. This whole ‘sale of land act’ document is just full of legal language. It could be much more flowering and interesting. Their paperwork is the same, so right now, I’m drafting a property transfer document Melbourne can truly be proud of, being the city of the arts and all that. I won’t be invalid…just better. I’m honour-bound to use my mastery of the language to spread its influence. Conveyancing is where it’s at, right now at least.

-Grace

Learning Practical Skills, Or Whatever

learningYeah, great, more career seminars. Honestly, we’re in Year 12 now. I know next year is the big scary year when we’re supposed to move out into the world, getting jobs or studying at uni, and this is supposed to be the last true year of school before the big leagues. But still, sitting in a classroom while some conveyancer talks about house prices and the section 32 statement just feels like wasted time.

Ah, heck. It’s not like I’d actually be studying anyway. In fact, I’ve found quite a few creative ways to keep myself occupied during private study times without actually doing any work. I spent an hour chatting to CleverBot the other day. It asked me what I thought about Orlando Bloom’s children, and then tried to insinuate that the children were robots. So yeah, that was time well-spent. Maybe it’s not so bad that we get a bit of off-time to listen to a professional. Some of them are so boring you want a meteor to hit the place, but this guy was different. In fact, we’ve had a couple of conveyancers come in, and while I’m not all over the whole property market stuff, I know enough to know that it sucks for young people. Thanks for screwing THAT one up, baby boomers. Cheers like, so much. So it makes sense to make a few notes, see what they have to say on the subject. It can’t actually hurt.

Man, the people who left in year 10 have it SO easy. They’ve got their trades sorted out, or whatever. It’s all just family businesses around here, so they’ll easily get a job. And then Zoe got to go to that science academy, so she’s pretty much guaranteed a job, and then all the while she doesn’t have to attend seminars about Melbourne’s property transfers and rates of exchange. But meh, while I’m here, might as well become an expert. It’s nowhere near as boring as Further Maths. As in, it doesn’t make me want to fall on my sharpened pencil and die.

-Sheena

Putting a Stop to the Hackers

firewallThe level of excitement I feel for the upcoming Galaxy Conflict: The Push Wakes Up is just phenomenal, more than anything I’ve ever felt before. I absolutely can’t wait to get my tickets, because I was at work when they were released and my boss wouldn’t let me take a break at that exact moment to go and get them. Seriously, boss. But still, I want the full cinematic experience and nothing less. That’s why I’m in a bit of an online war.

See, I have these friends doing web development courses in Melbourne, and I’m doing a similar thing up here so we’ve kind of connected online. I thought I knew them pretty well, but as it turns out…not so much. They’re part of this super-shady hacker group who are trying to get a copy of The Push Wakes Up before it airs in cinemas, which is just unacceptable. For one thing, they’ll be viewing the cinematic event of this millennium on their stupid little laptop screens, which just makes me sad. And then, it’s morally wrong, because they’re essentially stealing something that belongs to a paying audience. Those in my web design course feel the same: online does not mean free. Thus, I’m now part of a group trying to protect The Push Wakes Up from these nefarious hackers. I’ve already informed the colleges where they get their education, and strong corrective action has been promised. There’s nothing more to do but sit and wait for the next cyber-attack.

I can’t believe I thought they’d be better. I bet if their fellow web development students knew about this, they’d feel the same way: it’s pure selfishness, and they’re spoiling the experience for themselves as well. Maybe at some point, they’ll realise. But maybe, they just need to complete the entire web design course experience, and then they’ll see the light. It’s themselves they’re hurting, in the end…

Places to be in Victoria

The lush vineyards of Victoria have attracted many couples over the years. More and more people each year are choosing marquee’s in Victoria to tie the knot. The romantic fairytale backdrop tends to attract the brides, and the abundance of quality wine seems to appeal to the grooms. Never the less, couples seem to be choosing Melbourne marquees for hire preferences. The marquee offers a great party feel and atmosphere to any event. Each hire being specific to the bride and grooms wedding themes and styles. Something seems to be in the air in Victoria which makes visitors and locals a like fall in love. With the magnificent nature and countryside around who can blame them.
Victoria’s capital Melbourne has a vibrant and multicultural population growing from year to year. It has a large proportion of Greeks and Italians. With this brings a love for food, fine wine, and most of all a good party! Often the streets of Melbourne have party marquee hire’s scattered all over. One thing I love about Melbourne is the cultural European like feel it has on you. A smile is on every face! A Friday night brings the young party goers who flood the streets. The Melbourne party marquees resemble more of a rave with bright flashing lights and strobes, all are in full swing late into the night.
Last but not least my favorite spot would be Bayside which is located in Melbourne’s south eastern suburbs. Surrounded by stunning peaceful beaches, it offers a perfect party marquee hire spot. Bayside marquee hire operates extensively throughout these coastal Melbourne suburbs. Seeming to offer a huge range of party hire equipment whether it’s for a 21st party or a 40th birthday party the range or party equipment is astonishing. Including options such as dance floor hire, lighting, furniture hire and much more, not to mention the marquee.

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