Days go by

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May 30, 2012 at 6:30 amCategory:Life as we know it | Memories

It feels like just yesterday that a friend and I were lamenting over coffee that we were in the middle of March, and now here I find myself at the end of May. We’re almost halfway through this year, which is a scary thought – Mr Posy and I have still have so much to do over the coming months, and not really a whole lot of time. I can’t believe that Christmas is “only” 7 months away!

When I was a little girl, it felt like time would pass by so slowly – I was always in a hurry for the next event, and I would will the days to speed up. Adults would tell me to stop wishing my life away, that time speeds up as you get older and that one day I’d yearn for my youth. I can vividly remember sitting in the mahogany tree across the street from my house with a friend, discussing how adults were crazy, that it just wasn’t possible for time to “speed up”, and that life would be so much better when we were grown up and we could do as we pleased. Now, there are never enough hours in the day, and I wish time would just slow down.

Tomorrow, Mr Posy and I are jetting off down to Sydney for a little break. We’ll be heading about five hours out of Sydney first up for my Pop’s 80th birthday – I’m looking forward to spending time with all my extended family. I saw them all in January for my Nan and Pop’s 50th wedding anniversary, and the feeling of being in a room full of people that look like you and love you unconditionally… I can’t explain it. Living in PosyTown, so far away from my extended family, means that I’ve only spent a little time with my grandparents and aunts and uncles and little cousins over the years, so when I do get to spend time with them, I cherish every second.

After a weekend with my family, we’re heading back to Sydney for a few days, where I am looking forward to catching up with good friends, shopping, and checking out this year’s Vivid Sydney light festival. We were down at the same time last year, so it will be interesting to see what’s in store for us this year.

I have been keeping a keen eye on the weather forecast, and I am looking forward to pulling out my coats and scarves and boots and stockings. What I’m not looking forward to is the niggling worry in the back of my mind about work – I know that my staff are well able to handle any issues that might arise, but it doesn’t make me any less anxious about leaving them. I am also slightly rattled that when I return, it will be June. JUNE!

MacVentures in iLove

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May 25, 2012 at 4:16 pmCategory:Life as we know it

My five year old MacBook finally gave up the ghost. I went to fire her up and … nothing happened … She had been struggling for well over a year,  and I’d had my suspicions she wouldn’t be with us much longer in January (when thankfully I backed all my files up), so her passing came as no surprise. Vale MacBook, we had some amazing adventures together.

Despite arguing with a colleague who insisted that I didn’t need a new computer, and that he could fix it up for me – “IT’S FIVE YEARS OLD, SHE HAD A GOOD LIFE, LEAVE ME ALONE!”, the next evening I ordered a shiny new MacBook Pro. She arrived two days later.

In what can only be described as an amazing display of self-control, I didn’t crack open the box for five whole days. My friends on Twitter were mortified, and Mr Posy thought it some kind of blasphemy. Apparently nobody believes in delayed gratification anymore.

What they didn’t understand was that I had to be ready, before I unleashed the powers of my new MBP. Every nook of my house had to be clean, because I couldn’t bring a new MBP into the world that wasn’t as perfect as I knew she would be, and I had to have enough time to sit and fully appreciate her beauty. I knew that once I opened that box, I would be sucked into the vortex where hours pass by in what seem like minutes, and before I know it, a whole day has gone by and I’m still in my pyjamas.

I was like a kid at Christmas when I finally did open the box.

I am still reeling and a little bit giddy over my love affair with my new MBP. When we’re together, it’s like nobody else is in the room. I didn’t know life could be this good. It’s been a long time since I was able to run my internet browser and iTunes at the same time, or open Photoshop, or save a word document, or not want to throw my computer across the room after waiting on the never-ending pinwheel of death.

It may have taken me a while to set her up, but we’ve settled well into our new life together. Self-control, sheer laziness, they’re one and the same, really…

Would you like fries with that?

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May 17, 2012 at 7:00 amCategory:Life as we know it

When I finally moved in with Mr Posy, and his family moved in to a house across the road, my mother-in-law cried when we told her that we didn’t want her to clean our house, do our laundry, or cook for us every night. After much negotiation, Mr Posy finally got her to agree to bringing meals over only twice per week. I suspect she was concerned that he would starve, and any less was not going to fly with my MIL.

Most people that hear this tale lament over how nice it must be to have meals cooked for us a couple of times a week, and are usually quite taken aback that I am not equally as enthusiastic about it.

Let me take a guess at the amazing Greek dishes you’re envisioning Mr Posy’s mother cooks up for us… Delicious fresh salads, trays of Moussaka, Spanakopita, Dolmades, Stuffed Zucchini Flowers, Skordalia, hearty soups, grilled octopus/squid/calamari, Prassorizo, oven-baked lamb with potatoes?

I still remember that look of shock on Little Miss Moi’s face when I told her that this was not the cuisine that my MIL cooks up at all. My mother-in-law has a deep fryer, and as such, meals are usually of the battered-and-fried variety. Only, she cooks the meals up long before we arrive home from work, so one could imagine the mushy-plate-of-grease that greets us. I’m not a big lover of fried food at the best of times, let alone when it has been left sitting around for hours to go cold and soggy.

It took two years of my MIL sending over semi-weekly meals, but I finally gave in and ate a dinner that she cooked up.

Beef, I think of the roast variety, with fried rice.

It had been a long week at work, I was hungry and completely exhausted, and Mr Posy microwaved it for me. I don’t think I’ve ever put away a meal so fast in my life.

The dinner was tastier than your regular microwave-meal, and just what I needed at the time. A bit like a late-night-dirty-cheeseburger-run after a few too many wines, really.