Stories from an eclectic mind
Romance, Fantasy and random short stories
Bird v Car
A bird call and a car motor
Compete for making noise
The bird is done quite quickly
The motor fades away
Which will last the distance
Until the end of days?
Day 8
Day 8 has come
Day 8 has gone
And just the slightest craving
Icecream I wanted
Icecream I drooled
I was very good
I simply distanced myself.
Those windows I have
Looked out of for weeks
Needed a wash clean.
One craving now abated.
Celebrating healthy?
I simply cannot remember
How many days I am into my health kick
I am not yet in the double digits
I am, somewhere, I hope past the sixth.
Perhaps it is my seventh day
And things are going surprisingly well
We had the end of term party
No sugar did I partake of.
I ignored the oreo muffins
And the lemon drissle cake
I did not touch the chocolates,
Nor the cranberry crackers and quince paste.
I stuck with the fruit and sushi and a small slice of vegetarian slice
Yum!
No celebratory end of term wine
Greeted me at the door when I got home.
I did not crave a chocolate
I did not want a drink.
So today I was taken by surprise
When a relative gave me a call.
You see he’s getting married
That is something worth celebrating
But I have spent my life celebrating
With chocolates, wine and sweet cakes
Ummm
How do you plan to celebrate
When all those things are out?
Guess I will have to be creative
With dinner now tonight.
Day Three
Day Two is done
Day Three is finished
27 left
No sugar
But fruit
Perhaps I should have
Worked out what two peices were
Today I had a conference
And I avoided baked goods delicious
But no vege sticks or cheese and dip
Just scrumptious cut up fruit
Oh dear!
At least I did not partake
Of conference mints and softdrink
Not a bad effort for Day Three
Day Four dawns a new challenge.
Upon this wood
Upon this wood
Outlook over the sea
Brass plaques are attacted to thee
Memories of ones gone before
Lost at sea
Not on the shore.
30 day challenge
Medical testing coming up
Preventative for sure
But just in case
I launched a job
30 days of fitness
30 days of healthy living
85 minutes of activity
12 000 steps each day to beat
Three strength sessions over the week
A swim per week in winter cold
Limit my bread to twice a week
And carbs to twice a day
No sugar added in anything
From chocolate I will refrain
Perhaps a glass of red will suffice
And put a hold on too much fruit
Lots of fish and veges
I’ll put my chompers into
And in a month once tests are done
Hopefully the results will make me smile
But even if something is found
I will have made a good start
To being a fitter and healthier me
My 30 day challenge to then continue
The trick, as many teachers will say
Is not the healthy living
It’s managing on restrictive chocolate
Come the next end of term time 🙂
Writing job applications
As a graduating uni student
I, of course, wrote quite a few
I got very good at them
And shouting my own trumpet.
I found a glass of wine would help
But certainly not over two.
Roll through the years
And roll on some more
And imagine an aspiring teacher
The first application I did submit
My principal, he did a flip
“What is this thing that you have done?”
“I do not recognise the style.”
“Where are your selection criteria?”
It appears my days of excelling
At the job application where done.
A few years later
My casual persuit of a higher job
I serious up and write to the selection criteria.
“Yes but how did you do that?”
“Why did you do that?”
“Break it down into bits.”
My protests fell on deaf ears and the applications piled up in the bin
Then one day, I got a short listing
Sigh and grin Selection Criteria Win!
So just imagine my dismay
When I go to apply to a job today
And opening up my selection criteria
Update a little then read the ad.
“Suitability statement is required”
What the F….
My own little erupting volcano
Teaching in a science Lab
Earth Science is not that exciting.
How can you demonstrate
Volcanic eruptions and plate tectontics?
Our Scientific Officer found an exciting prac
Settle some cold wax
In the bottom of a beaker
Layer it with sand and water
And add it to the refridgerator.
Get the students to boil the water
When it was nice and cold
And sit and watch that glass
Til it’s starting to get old.
Without any warning
Hot wax, erupts through sand
Quickly it cools down
Eruptive landforms thus created.
Now that seems all quite fun
And the students did enjoy.
Until one of the little sods
Decided to have a play
Wax ended up in the drain holes
And one thought it could be chewed like gum
Another decided to heat the sand to see if the beaker could break
Yeah Gods!
They turned a fun prac
Into my own little erupting volcano.
Dreams in my head
I’ve got dreams in my head
As I’m laying in my bed
And it’s feeling quite frustrating;
Yet the dreams are quite elating.
I want to work with wood;
And I’ve projects that I could.
But there are life chores to be done;
And I know they are not fun.
I want to work creating;
But the world keeps on baiting.
Have a little time;
Child asks for help in making slime.
Have a little relax;
Child asks for me to show how to mend slacks.
When will life become less demanding,
So I can go and do my sanding?
Dying wave
Light trapped in the ripples
Of a retreating wave
Shadows form and shift
Down the sand again
Little speaks of sea foam
Clink to the surface fast
But this wave, it is dying
Seconds only left to last.
Saturday night football
Posted on June 30, 2018 by KJ Eastwick
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Saturday night is rather quiet
The football you see is on
You’ve got a pick of AFL
Or League and Union tests
The TV is not mine for the viewing
When football hits the screen
And as I don’t like listening
To commentators as they preen
I tend to hide away from sports
Except for Summer Tennis.
A friend once was disgusted
By my encylopeadia of ignorance
And she marched me to a TV screen
And taught me the rules of Rubgy
Then I actually played some touch
I even managed a try
But no matter what interventions
My friends and family have tried
I still do not like viewing whilst listening to idle ramblings
I will not watch the football
When commentators are going on.