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.
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 🙂
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.
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….
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
They turned a fun prac
Into my own little erupting volcano.
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?
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.
I come home feeling satisfied,
A week of work is done.
Students are educated
My mind is feeling sated,
Tired and exhausted
Yet I enter the house feeling cautious
Has the kitchen been cleaned
Has the washing been done
Will I have to spend two hours
Cleaning my house, not for fun.
The other Friday morning
I got up bleary eyed and early
And washing I did get started
The dining room completed
And the kitchen sparkled.
I did not quite enjoy it then
But when I hit the doorway
That Friday afternoon
I remembered my hard labour
And enjoyed my Friday afternoon.
We are a family of kayakers
Or yakers if you are in the know
And one of our favourite activities
Is to get into the yaks and go
Now I am sure this sounds quite restful
As it really really should be
We are not that great at fishing
The fish are safe from me.
What rubbish we take in
We take out and normally extra
My issue with yaking
Is not the quiet river
Nor the early mornings
Or the gentle breeze that causes shivers
It’s the constant sound of children
Calling on help from thee
Because they got their fishing line
Stuck up in a tree 🙂
Winter sun comes streaming in
Windows block the vicious wind.
Winter sun warms my soul
Blue skies, an inverted bowl.
Days warm up to mid twenties
Nights are cold, it’s time for jammies.
I love this season, winter warmed
Garden dormant, plants waiting formed.
Spring will burst and with it heat
Wishing I had my winter cold feat.
A wander up the beach one day
Releaved a lonely scene
A partly eroded shell
Upon the beach for all to see.
Is this shell lonely?
Or is it happily,
Having some alone time
Content to simply be?
Life should be immortal for all
For how do we fit all those things
That we want to do
Trips we want to take
And live our life to be better