Today was a glorious sunny day in Queensland. It’s officially the first day of winter on June 1. But today was about 22 degrees C. I love the Queensland winter.

Anyway, I was starting to get withdrawal symptoms from going too long between trike rides, so today we had a long day out on the trike. First we rode to Redcliffe for coffee and a cake. In case you’re interested, I had a latte and a very tasty strawberry and custard tart. Chris had a cappuccino and a double chocolate chip muffin. Very bad for the cholesterol, but sometimes you just have to live a little. We sat in the sunshine and talked about family stuff, and watched the water; that is how morning teas should be, every weekend.

After our morning tea we watched the water for a bit longer, then we rode into the hinterland to Woodford where we stopped for a wee break and a potter around a collectables store, there we took a trip down memory lane in the LPs section, Howard Jones, Spandau Ballet, The Thompson Twins, and The Sweet. It was tempting, but we didn’t buy anything. Our next stop was Daybro. As luck would have it, there was a festival going on at Daybro. We stopped there for a wander around the stalls of pickles and porcelain, arty-farty stuff and hippy jewellery, pony rides and even helicopter rides. We resisted all the temptations and had a late lunch, then made our way back home.

What I love about being on the back of the trike is that I can just sit and ponder. Inside my helmet today, my thoughts ranged from passively admiring the scenery, to worrying whether my new job would extend past Christmas, to wondering if our daughter will pass her driving test next week, and if she does, should she be allowed to borrow my car? There were also some silly thoughts, like that it’s weird that I hate not knowing where I am when I’m driving, but I don’t care about being lost when I’m with Chris on the trike.

But what I thought about the most was that we really should make time for more days like today, before bad health decides for us. You see, over the past few weeks a couple of our friends have had health problems. I should add that these friends are not much older than us, and that I don’t feel old, but I know that I’m middle-aged; I’ve been to the hairdressers this week to hide the grey evidence.

Since turning forty I have made an effort to enjoy life and follow my interests. I re-found my old favourite band, Depeche Mode, I started visiting internet forums to talk to other fans of things that interest me. I started writing parodies on and off. Last year I wrote a novel in a month, which sadly, six months later is still in draft mode.  And two and a half years ago I found comedy, which is a bit like finding religion; but not. And I suppose I’ve become a bit obsessed with it, I didn’t think anything could surpass my love of music and my Depeche Mode fandom, but Tim Minchin was my gateway to a whole new world of comedic entertainment that kept me sane for the last two years of my old job.

I wonder what will keep me feeling young for the next few years? Will my DMOCD and TMOCD eventually wane? Will it be replaced with something or someone new? Do I need to have these interests to enjoy life? I think I do. As our friends are falling by the wayside with one illness or another, I’m reminded of my Mum once telling me that she purposely leaves news of people in her life being sick, and dying out of her letters because it’s so damn depressing, and I don’t know these people. She told me that when people around her are dropping like flies she’s so glad that she can still walk the dog and do her own decorating and stuff. Simple things.

My Ten Year Self Improvement Challenge also reminds me to keep striving to make things better for myself, but there’s nothing like the thought of my mortality to remind me to live while I still can.

Reading that back, I’m not sure if it sounds entirely positive. So to lighten the mood here’s an old parody I wrote of the DM song, Little Fifteen.


Little fishy

Oh, you must forget

The world outside

Because you must stay wet

You won’t stay alive

If you run away

To a happier plaice 😀

It will be your last day

Because you will find

It’s not your style

You cannot stay here

Not even for a while

Little fishy


Little fishy

I know that you’ve had it tough

I forget your food

Your tank is not clean enough

But you don’t mind

Thoughts are out of your league

Can’t make sense of the world

And it’s little intrigues

You can’t understand

‘Cos you don’t have the means

3 seconds go by

And you forget what you’ve seen

You dill

Little fishy


Little fishy

I think I’ll get you a friend

You’ve feelings inside

Why pretend

You’ll improve your life

With a wife to share kisses

Then soon there will be

More little fishes

They will have your fishy eyes

They will have your fishy smile

They will tell fishy lies

Every once in a while

Little fishy

The spelling of plaice is intentional. My little fishy joke. 😉


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