Brown Eyes - Hypnotise

I did something a little bit silly this morning. Actually, I've been doing a few silly things over the last few days. I haven't been engaging my brain before I've been acting. This morning it was something reasonably minor. I was going for a run for rowing over at Kangaroo Point. We start off at the stairs near the TAFE, then head over to Southbank, over the Goodwill Bridge, through the Botanical Gardens, along the water at Riverfront Place, through the shadow of Admiralty Towers, up the steep hill of Ivory Street, over the Story Bridge and then back down onto walkpath at Kangaroo Point. We finish up by racing up the stairs to bring us back up to where the cars are.

That's the usual routine, but today I was unable to participate. I had brought the wrong shoes. In the early morning gloom I'd picked up Ria's shoes by mistake. I had to turn around and go home. This was okay though, as I was able to wake Ria up and we went for a walk together. I ran up the hill at Main Ave a few times. Afterwards I was very sweaty. It's a nice view from up there though.

The other day I was driving home from work. I've been having a bit of a dilemma about which way I should go home, there's a way that's probably a couple of minutes quicker, but you need to be a little bit lucky with the traffic. The other way, down Cavendish Road and then along Stanley Street cutting back up near the Norman Park train station to Lytton Road, is probably more sensible, but you can get stuck at the lights and also at the rail crossing. The quicker alternative is from Leicester Street, making the difficult crossing of Old Cleveland Road and then up Bennetts has been my way of choice recently, but after a recent incident I'm going to miss it I think.

The incident in question involved a Subary stationwagon and myself to start off with. Then it involved a whole other line of traffic. I'm not going to lay blame, partly because I put myself in a dumb position, but the stationwagon in front of me wasn't playing the game properly and tried to change the rules. The stationwagon saw a bit of a gap, went for it, then chickened out halfway across the road. I had also seen the same gap, decided that there was enough room for me too (which there definitely was) and followed them. When the stationwagon stopped in the middle of the road to take stock of their position, I was left hanging out with my bum in the wind. I ended up having to go right around the stationwagon. There was a motorcycle rider who was not very impressed with me.

The sale of the centre is going ahead. Apparently next Friday is going to be the day. I've had to fend off a few questions the last couple of days about the future of the centre. The questions were from the staff, who haven't known about the sale. I might have to tell them today. I feel pretty bad about leading them up the garden path, but I haven't been able to tell them about it before now. It's just starting to dawn on me what these changes are going to mean. It's making me a bit sad.

Tomorrow is the Christmas party for the children. I'm not worried about it this year. I'll be making the sandwiches tomorrow morning.