A strange week

Sunset drinks in Broome

My son went in for a pretty serious operation on Friday.

It was scary.

After three hours on the table he was weak and groggy.

This is of course not unexpected, just horrible to see when it’s your baby, your son, your brother.

He is recovering quickly. Resting a lot.

And. Finally. Home.

To distract myself this week (coincidentally) I travelled to Karratha and Broome (Monday-Thursday). That’s what I mean by a strange week.

I love travelling north.

I like the people I catch up with. I like the environment. I like the red dirt and the dreaming.

I didn’t wear my brand new sandshoes*.

The photo is me and Madelaine having a sunset St Clair Sav Blanc at Cable Beach.

Needless to say my exercise regime has been compromised…

Sunday: Social Rowing
Wednesday: Erg session at hotel
Friday: Just a lot of nervous energy

*the Pindan dirt would stain them in seconds flat

You can take it with you

So I’m driving back from rowing this morning behind a bus which has an ad for Just Cremations

Just cremations.

“No fuss” is the tag line and I thought THAT might be the best ever funeral ad I’ve ever seen.

I can imagine it appealing to a lot of people… especially tight-arses like me who can’t bear the thought of paying a stupid amount for a party I’m not going to see.

Or a coffin that’s going to be worn once and then destroyed – or maybe buried until it rots.

To me that is a ridiculous WASTE OF MONEY.

Family – please spend the money on something else.  Booze for the wake.  A holiday somewhere warm.  A new fridge.  Whatever, don’t spend money on a coffin.

(actually if you are buying a new fridge – just use the box)

Because coffins are STUPIDLY EXPENSIVE.

The cheapest coffin at Just Cremations is a Peel Basic at $1190 – does that include GST?

That will do for me – unless you can get something cheaper.

The most expensive over $11 grand.  That’s one way to take your money with you.

*boggling eyes*

Here’s a tip.  A cheap coffin does NOT mean you didn’t love the person you are putting in it.

Measure your love in other ways – not a frigging wooden (or chipboard) box.

(a small aqua box with a white ribbon – while I’m still alive – is a nice way for instance)

In my research for this post today I did come across another kind of funeral which sounds interesting – a natural burial.

Not that I want to be buried mind you, that film The Vanishing cured me of that.

I like the idea of a biodegradable burial though I wonder what they do if you have fake boobs (not that I have) – do you remove them?

Otherwise or that will be left is a bunch of bones and two silicone fillets…

I digress.

The point is – just get me the cheapest funeral on the menu.


In other news… and in an effort to stave off the impending funeral… my exercise this week has been “fair”.

  • Sunday – social row
  • Monday – ergs with the lovely Evelyn
  • Tuesday – training
  • Wednesday – day off
  • Thursday – more ergs with Evelyn
  • Friday – training
  • Saturday – social row

Next week I head to Karratha and Broome.  I hope they have a rowing machine at the Karratha International!

Fitness fitness fitness

Sunday – Training row with the social gals

Monday – erg training with Evelyn

Tuesday – caught a plane.  Looked in hotel gym – no rowing machine.  Left gym.

Wednesday – caught plane – saw documentary on exercise.  *

Thursday – nothing.

Friday – Training row

Saturday – rowed to regatta and back and 2 races.

* The documentary suggests that to build fitness I should do High Intensity Training.  That is: 3 x 20 seconds of exercise –  flat out – 3 x a week.  Sounds do-able…

Quick catch up

Seriously interwebs – you haven’t been keeping me to account.  What slackness!

Mostly on my behalf I confess.

Anyway a post on my trip to the Melbourne hinterland when I locate my photos… in the meantime… things have been a bit middling on the exercise front.

So where were we…

Week post Bunbury regatta:

  • Sunday:  no rowing but an 8k walk with Groover
  • Monday:  nuffing
  • Tuesday:  rowing
  • Wednesday: step class with Hannah!!!
  • Thursday: nothing – caught a plane…
  • Friday:  Walk to the top of Hanging Rock
  • Saturday: 3-hour trail ride – man from snowy river style – if he walked the whole way.

Last week:

  • Sunday:  walked around the garden – quite pleasant – quite a big garden (10ha).  Danced at wedding.
  • Monday:  Walked down to coffee shop and back up with 4-year-old.  Steepish hill.  (clutching at straws a bit here)
  • Tuesday:  rowing
  • Wednesday:  nothing
  • Thursday: nothing… I did walk to the train station and back but that’s about it.
  • Friday: rowing
  • Saturday: nothing, but did come 4th in a bridge congress netting me $30.  Yay go me.

Next regatta is on Satuday 8th June at Champion Lakes.

Really need to focus on some of that fitness stuff.

The Bunbury experience

So last weekend was the weekend of the Bunbury Regatta – the first regatta in the Rowing WA calendar.

UWA Rowing decided to hold a camp – for the purposes of bonding primarily with a bit of a training day on the side.

It was well planned. Food was to be shoved down teenage throats to avoid alcohol overload. We were going to discuss goals, meet some of the other people who you normally don’t row with, staying at some cottages near Wellington Dam. Sounded fun. The masters women sounded keen on Bunbury. I paid my money.

Unfortunately they were keen on racing. Not keen on a camp out with a bunch of uni students. I was on my own.


The campfire was seriously good.

Luckily a couple of the masters men came down so I wasn’t the only old person there… well I was still at least 10 years older than the masters men but that’s better than 25 years older no?

The plan didn’t quite work out. The captain’s car – which contained the food – broke down. People started drinking at 3pm and by 7pm were not in a good way.

Still it was a fun night and by 6.15am the next morning our camp was deserted. We were on our way to Bunbury.




We were the first to arrive at about 7am. Cold, weary, some hungover, one blue.

This apparently is a record for UWA. We spread out on the foreshore. Unloaded boats. Rigged. Got coffee.

The rest of the Masters Women arrived around 8.15am. I had my posse back. Not that the younger set weren’t friendly. They were quite inclusive actually which was sweet of them.

Here are the Open Women.


Here are the Novice Women – who did really well.


Our squad was in three races… a coxed 8 – which we didn’t disgrace ourselves in but lets say there is room for improvement. And two coxed quads. Again room for improvement although our A-team nearly won their race.

I was tossing up whether to stay on the next night… but one of our squad was keen. It will show we want to be part of the club and not separate, she said. I stayed.

Unfortunately the bad behaviour from the night before caught up with us which meant the big “jungle” party where people were going to be cable tied together in order to force mingling between the groups was cancelled.  Thank goodness!

In our chalet we played Smoke or Fire – a ridiculous drinking card game.

My recommendation, should someone suggest it to you, is to politely but firmly decline.

I didn’t.

This is our cabin.


Kangaroos were very tame. One was seen holding a lollipop the morning before.


Breakfast was barbecue bacon and eggs. I should have passed on the bacon.


Overall it was worth going I think. A few more faces and names are familiar now. I feel more bonded with the club. And hanging out with young people does make you feel young, perhaps providing balance to the time I spend in the bridge club not hanging out with young people.

I really enjoyed the regatta.

And I think I want one of those onesies…

Week 3 – a bit patchy

UWA Boatshed

An early update as I am going to Bunbury for a rowing regatta – lets hope the conditions are as perfect as they were last Sunday!

Sunday – cycled to rowing and back, rowing.
Monday – nuffing
Tuesday – rowing and then a short erg session in the evening
Wednesday – 1 x video (with my daughter) – the fatblasting one.
Thursday – nuffing!
Friday – rowing, walked to train
Saturday – I’ll be rowing in two races I think.

Have flannel shirt and ugg boots – I am ready for Bunbury.

On a technical front – I’m feeling a bit meh about my rowing.

Couldn’t get the legs right, now can’t get the arms right. Crabbed badly today and now my boob hurts where the oar struck it.


Maybe just a bad day…

Podcast Confirmed


You know when famous people say “my mum is my greatest fan”?

Well there’s a chance they’re right.

My son now creates a podcast every week.

On gaming.

And religiously I listen every week.

Yes. Because I am his mother.

What? You think I am interested in DOTA2??!


But I am interested in him. He’s my son.

And here’s something I didn’t realise after nearly 25 years in radio.

(Well I kind of did but it’s only as I write this that it’s really crystallised it for me.)

You reveal A LOT of yourself on radio.

Sure you think you’re just talking gardening/politics/cars/economics/surfing/fishing/gaming… no.

I listen to Podcast Confirmed and I hear about my son’s life.

I hear his relationship with his friends.

I hear his growing independence and confidence.

His sense of humour and his kindness.

I hear another side to this person that I’ve spent the last 18 years with.

And I’m glad to know this person.

Okay, I’m also learning a bit about gaming.

Of course the poor boy does have a mother who works in radio so he gets some feedback…


I think he knows I’m proud of him.

Probably his greatest fan.

Update 2 – Promise I will be more interesting soon

Crumbs it’s dull isn’t it – all this exercise posting… well interwebs sorry… but you did agree to keep me on the straight and narrow.

Well maybe not agree exactly – but you didn’t say no.

This week:

Sunday – social row in a quad
Monday – 3 x 10 min videos (arms with newly purchased weights, pilates and fatblaster)
Tuesday – Training row
Wednesday – nada
Thursday – 3 x 10 min videos (full body, butt workout, scupted arms)
Friday – nothing – very bad but I played bridge the night before and slept badly
Saturday – social row in an 8

So two days with nothing and no cycling although on the cycling front I did pick up a great bike rake for the car from a fellow rower who was looking to get it out of his boot! Win.

Slipping a bit on the old exercise front but next week is another week… Go me.

As far as the videos go I am finding more and more on the internet. Sometimes the person is just too thin and perky for me to cope with, but mostly I find them to be good and even though I say I’m only going to do one, I always get to the end and go… ooooh that looks good maybe I’ll just do one more.

So if you struggle with doing exercise maybe try one of the videos. You might surprise yourself.

Update on the first week

Right for those who’ve just tuned in here is my plan:

  1. Cycle to rowing 1-2 times a week
  2. Row 3 or 4 times a week
  3. Do ten minute youtube exercise video on other days

So in the interest in engaging the interweb gods… here’s this week’s exercise:

  1. Sunday – race at Mettam Head Race (5 k race and about 5 k paddling – we came 3rd)
  2. Monday – SLACKED OFF – things weren’t looking good for The Plan
  3. Tuesday – rowing training
  4. Wednesday – 2×10-minute video (arms and yoga) Partly to make up for Monday
  5. Thursday – 1×10 minute video (legs)
  6. Friday – rowing training
  7. Saturday – rowing cancelled but I cycled to Nedlands and back for bridge game.

Overall – thank you.

Putting it out there working so far.

Also new bike (newer bike loaned to me by kind friends) with better gears working out well. Did I tell you I changed the inner tube by myself? Just me, an inner tube, a spoon and this video.

And tip from cyclist at work to ride down Princess Road rather than Stirling Hwy is great. No traffic lights, and fewer cars.

Still waiting for my fit and cut body.

Must stop eating chocolate peanuts.

Sorry? Is that the pizza arriving? Gotta go!

Okay now this is getting weird

Last night (or rather early this morning) I dreamed my thumb was cut off.

Then there was a lot of faffing about to get to a hospital eventually ending up in Charlie Gardiners with a very reluctant plastic surgeon who tried to be unavailable to sew my thumb back on.

Meantime I’d stuck my thumb onto the stump and it had kind of stuck.

When we got to the hospital the surgeon went into this room with an enormous screen and looked up a diagram of the human body – presumably to make a plan on reattaching veins etc.

Then I woke up.

Everything I have read today about the meaning of thumbs in dreams freaks. me. out. eg: scroll down to thumbs

Why can’t I dream of something nice?

Like puppies.