Breathe In Breathe Out Move On

Once again, JB comes to the rescue with a suitable line. It seems I have managed to pick up a few useful tips over the years, even if much of his music is escapism and pays off handsomely for him:
I bought a cheap watch from the crazy man
Floating down Canal
It doesn’t use numbers or moving hands
It always just says now
Now you may be thinking that I was had
But this watch is never wrong
And if I have trouble the warranty said
Breathe in breathe out move on

Right now, that's useful advice, both sports-wise and metaphorically.
While enjoying the first week of my vacation, I have still managed a few decent runs in the hot humid conditions Sydney has endured recently.
Mon 22/01 10k Clean Streets 8:20am, followed by weights training
Tue 23/01 rest day!
Wed 24/01 10k Clean Streets 10am, enjoying cooling, refreshing light showers
Thur 25/01 10k Clean Streets 1pm
Fri 26/01 10k to Quakers Hill 10:40am
Sat 27/01 11k Beaumont Hills 9:20am, followed by weights training
Sun 28/01 17k Rouse Hill/Beaumont Hills 9:20am

While that looks good (actually, it is good) there have been some disappointments
* no sprint training this week
* no Penrith Australia Day run
* bike still not in for repair

I just haven't been motivated to add on sprints this week, and we decided that it was a little unfair to make Mrs BB and YD get up at 5:30am on Friday just so I could do the run and then all of us to stay on for the entertainment. So I didn't make it. Hope it was good - I had been looking forward to it, but my family comes first. I hope to take my bike to Castle Hill for inspection tomorrow.

We've had a nice break: swam at home, drove south of Sydney and spent some hours at Thirroul beach, cricket with Son at Telstra Stadium (NSW lost), movies at Castle Hill ("Charlotte's Web") plus a little shopping. Max got to see more of me. Not sure if he's keen on that aspect.

Son and ED persuaded ex-Mrs BB to get a dog for them. I'm not sure what type it is, but a quick glance indicated it is some sort of mixed breed, medium sized white rat. Allegedly a maltese cross, it is severely undernourished and had obviously been poorly looked after. Still, they are happy. We obviously think Max outshines Rocky (well, it was almost called Luigi).

The downside to all this canine frivolity is that ED has used it as an excuse to no longer spend weekends here. As this is not an online psychiatric counselling service, let's just say we are both very unhappy at her method, timing and logic of announcement. Only the village idiot would genuinely believe she needs to remain at home to look after the dog.

Mrs BB has known her for more than 11 years, while I have had the pleasure for all her 19. It's a little saddening and disappointing to think she doesn't want to be here. We both recall our teenage years, and understand, but it doesn't make us feel any better. It would be nice to think she can exhibit the same steely independence at home and not ask her mother to do everything that's important in life, for her.
The JB quote is also apt because, although ED has many "facts" to present in any discussion, and will never admit anothers viewpoint, like a broken watch, she is right sometimes. I just wish she'd know she's also wrong too...

So, dealing with the tears and sadness of YD who wants to know why her sister is no longer coming over (except to swan in and out) has been something we've had to deal with over the last few days. Certainly these holidays have been lively rather than restful...

Back to work Thursday, so still three more days of holiday. YD starts year one Tuesday; she has dancing resume Monday, swimming Thursday and now flute lessons Saturday mornings. Mrs BB and I hope to go to lunch and the movies Tue/Wed. Oh, and the yearly eyesight checkup. And probably the same joke from the opthamologist about how well I look for my age... Oh they're a funny lot

"Exit, stage left"