Tuesday, July 3, 2012
July 3. Day 185. Without a safety net
My life normally only works because of a religious dedication to writing lists and creating diary entries. That's the safety net. That's the only way to keep all the balls in the air.
Today was supposed to be like that. It was so well planned - or so it seemed. My sister and her kids were arriving from Hong Kong and the impending arrival was generating great excitement. The chicken was marinated and in the slow cooker as I rushed from the house for a meeting and then the reunion. There was just one small problem - the travellers were leaving Hong Kong on July 3 but arriving in Brisbane on July 4 so there was no-one to greet at the airport. All dressed up and no place to go.
And not only that. I missed Look at the Powerhouse because I arrived to see the 1pm production only to find it was at 11am. Again all dressed up but nowhere to go.
Yep, the seemingly well ordered and precisely mapped out day wasn't going at all to plan. That's the thing about diaries, like so many other things in life. Garbage in. Garbage out.
So I went to New Farm Park and watched the kids at play. I love how they can just throw themselves in with no thought of careful planning or calculated risk management. Just close your eyes and leap. Doing just that is 10-year-old Jackson. That looks a lot more fun than writing in a dairy.