For some moments I exert everything to reach something far down inside the deepest existential places of myself. To find something divine. To grab at it… maybe. But I uncover nothing but myself and a sense of enormous absurdity and futility.
With everything in my life being so busy lately, I managed to get away for a sneaky mid-week overnight fishing trip on Tuesday afternoon, returning last night.
One of the great benefits of my new job at the Starlight Children’s Foundation is the location of the Melbourne office: right on the Yarra River where Church Street becomes Chapel Street, in a commercial hub of the city known as Cremorne in Richmond.
Remember that job interview I sat in December in Wodonga? No? Well, I did, and I got the gig! I’ve started working at the Starlight Children’s Foundation as a digital marketing producer.
My partner is a criminal barrister, and a few times a year she undertakes circuits, where she travels to a regional court and works there for 3–4 weeks. Sometimes she’ll come home on the weekends, sometimes not, depending on the distance from home. This year her Wodonga circuit has run for the past four weeks, and I’ve joined her for this last week to spend some time together riding around the area, both with her and on my own.
Finally got back on my bike today for the first time in 2021, after seven months recovering from spinal surgery. The shitty weather and blowing cold Ballarat wind couldn’t take away from my sheer joy in being back on the road, with the wind in my face, fighting back tears of relief.
With international borders closed (for Australians, anyway) until god-only-knows-when, and a nice local trip looking very attractive as an introduction to touring for my partner Danielle, we’ve been planning a Tasmanian East Coast cycling trip for a few months now. We’ve outlined a nice 15-leg route that will take us 13–14 days in total riding, across perhaps three weeks (given rests and sightseeing).
Victoria is currently in our fourth COVID-19 lockdown, and I find myself sitting inside, on a chill but sunny Sunday afternoon in late autumn, preparing for a European bike tour that might never eventuate, but even if it does, certainly won’t for quite a few years. So why bother planning it at all? Well, primarily the answer to that question at the moment is: I’m bored shitless. But I also need something to look forward to.
Today was a nice sunny day, only 14°C but it feels like 20-something. I could take it no longer: I had to get out. I haven’t fished since early December 2020 due to my back issues, so it was refreshing to get the spinning rod out and hit Lake Wendouree.
Yes, we have finally caught it, gotten incredibly sick from it, isolated for effectively the entirety of the year so far and we are now recovering from the after effects. It would almost be a relief if (a) it wasn’t so goddamn awful; and (b) we weren’t so very worried about transmitting it beyond our house.
I haven’t even allowed my 17 year old son to come home from his friends’ house, and as such he has been effectively couch-surfing for three weeks to avoid getting sick.