I could be wrong, I could be right

13 09 2012

It’s been a busy time here at Sherdcentral, you guys. I have been duck-like in appearing to spend quite a lot of days watching how the sunlight moves across the verandah and drinking endless cups of tea, but in fact furiously paddling away in my mind working out how the pieces fit together. Which is where the metaphor falls down, so let’s leave it there and move on, shall we?

So, kind of accidentally-on-purpose, I’ve become a freelance consultant type person. In what? Well, pretty much anything, at this stage. I’ll write you some education policy analysis, do some research, edit your 600 page document, teach you to make ricotta and, it turns out, wrangle your authors and audiences around events. Some of this I’ve done for actual money, some for exchange of services, and some just for love.

It’s kind of a jigsaw, and I’m still working it out. To wit, today is my first day ‘off’ for 13 days, which isn’t really off as I spent some time this morning reading and will spend another 4 or so hours doing more this evening, and I had an interview with some people who might want me to do some work (although I think I stuffed it, and I think they’re maybe not people I want to work for). And I’ve said yes to about 6 or 7 days of work per week for the rest of September.

Well, you know, live and learn and all of that. It’s hard to articulate how much I am loving it all. Heh, maybe because right now all I really want is a nap. But it turns out that it suits me to work a lot in a short amount of time and then spend a day watching some trashy Kimutaku J-dorama back to back. It suits me to go to different places and work on different things and have different conversations with different people. And it suits me to have time to do the things that I enjoy, like giving my time for free to be part of something bigger, or learning a new thing, or spending 4 hours stirring curds.

I need to hold on to this feeling, this joy, and drag it back for the days when I panic about there being no next contract, or no steady income, or no idea how to fill out this GST form. And no easy answer for the backyard barbeque question, “And what do you do?”

Now. Would you like to learn how to make mozzarella? Or some analysis of integrated service delivery options? Or perhaps I can organise your pantry for you?

That last one I’ll happily do for free.


A weekend in the country at the parentals

30 07 2012

This weekend had some good things.

A window. And light where before there was darkness (and cladding and a bit of dust). Note that an actual window was also installed in this gap.

A herb garden. Well-dug soil, mulch and herbs where before there was a pile of super-clayey dirt with lots of roots and rocks in it (note: temporary edging is temporary). Buddha included for perspective and inner peace.

A lovely welcoming mint pot. Four different types of mint (peppermint, basil mint, old fashioned mint and sexy variegated applemint at the front there, preeeettttyy) where before there was a pot, some potting mix, and, um, three smaller pots and a cutting.

Not shown: a massive Sunday sleep-in, whip birds, fog coming off the dam in the early morning, seven bottles of wine (over two nights and between four, though!), fresh fennel tossed through pasta, a narrow Blues win, fruit toast.

What did you get up to?



Low light

9 07 2012

We’ve had no power since 8am. It’s dinner time now, and after a day of no access to computer or internet, I’m making dinner on the camp stove. The Architect is playing me a song on the guitar.

We have candlelight and homebrewed ginger beer.

If it weren’t for the desire to later have a hot shower, I’d be fine if this lasted for a couple of days more.


5 07 2012

It seems to be Thursday again, which is not really a surprise, but somehow I think it should still be earlier in the week. Since stepping off the world of fulltime, 9-5 (8-7) work 2 months (2 months!) ago, I’ve been amazed at where the time goes. Even without the day-in, day-out anchor of that routine, of those big chunks of time taken up with Doing Things, time keeps on flowing by regardless, refusing to stop and wait for me, even though I’ve stopped.

So here we are. Thursday of the week that is eight weeks since I stopped work. This is the longest I’ve been unemployed since, well, ever, and certainly since I entered the rat-race.

I love it. Equally terrified of it, of course. Who am I without a convenient job label to allow people to categorise me? (or to give myself a convenient marker of being a Good Part of Society?)

It’s not like I’ve been sitting on the couch the entire time though. The first couple of weeks, when I was technically “on leave”, were about recovery. Recuperation. I had pushed and pushed and pushed until past the point my body was willing to go, and paid for it. It’s a bit of a blur, now, but there was a lot of sleeping, reading, sitting in the sun and having cups of tea with people and on my own. And errands. A long list of things that hadn’t been done since, oooh, 2008 or so.

Those errands seamlessly transformed into wedding-things. The next couple of weeks are a different kind of blur, of lists of different things. Lists of people, of food, of types of cheese and wine. Of phonecalls to make and emails to send and things to organise and buy and stamp and do and wear and places to be and people to talk to and decisions to make.

Then, of course, the day of the party itself, which is a gorgeous, paper-moon-lit ginger-beer-and-kisses-flavoured blur.

Followed by a jaunt to the home of the Cup Noodle.

And then, back here, to calm and silence and working out what needs to go on the new list.

I’ll keep you posted.


3 06 2012

Last night I had champagne.

Today I have real pain.

Geddit?...instant hangover

Some lovely friends suggested celebratory cocktails and dinner in the Valley, ahead of the wedding next weekend, because why pass up a chance to have cocktails and dinner? So after some swish martinis (of the proper variety and of the espresso variety) at the Bowery, we ordered and devoured most of the menu at Wagaya. A lovely surprise was piccolo bottles of champagne covered with the stickers we’re using for our homebrewed ginger beer and apple cider at the wedding. We drank them through gorgeous paper straws. I drank two. Maybe three. Feels like three, today.

A fabulous, delicious and classy evening with some delightful company.

Only downside being the dirty hangover today. Totally worth it.


Winter is here

1 06 2012

In the first week after I finished work, I did all these things. Lots of things. Made a giant list and ticked it off.

Talking to my friend B about it (who had a similar 6 weeks between gigs at the start of last year), she said, “Just you wait a couple of weeks. Soon it will be amazing if you even get off the couch.”

And it turns out she was right. I’ve been busy with things, mostly related to the giant party that’s happening in a week. And looking for a new job, and sorting through random boxes of stuff, blah blah blah. But it’s still a bit tricky to actually account for where the day goes.

Anyway, today is a perfect day to be inside – it’s rainy and grey and drizzling and cold and generally winter. Time for a cuppa.

Taking pictures and pinning things

27 05 2012

Hey, by the way, I’m on instagram. More correctly, I’m addicted to instagram. Find me, I’m sherdie, or here’s a tumblr I set up, or here’s the heroku feed.

And while we’re at it, I’m on Pinterest as well (less addicted to that, now, but it was pretty fierce for a while there).