Looking at life.

I was reflecting on my very long time online last night, made possible by a random sequence of events in the mid-1990s.  Those days are very long gone, as is the Internet as it was back then, it hasn’t really been archived and these days it feels a lot smaller, and a lot more corporate.  Gone are the days of it’s existence largely as a scientific information-sharing service, largely populated by enthusiastic geeks.

I thought back to my old blogs (also long gone) and how so much of what I wrote about was the day to day life of a twentysomething uni student, all the music I liked, and hobbies and random things.  It’s so easy when you’re a doctor to live that role when you get home from work, but of course, if you let that happen, when retirement comes, you might as well scoop out your soul and leave a shell of yourself.

So here is my proof that I do things other than medicine.  I do things.  Like, go to the aquarium with my daughter who has a natural affinity with penguins.  And they with her.

I also work on my home, which we are not into a year of owning and like to bemoan how poor we are.  Like gardening.  Attempting gardening.  See the dead grass?  It died in a very neat line along the length of the fence.  If you look over the fence, the neighbours have done some gardening of their own.  Just saying.  This is an orange tree.  I hope.

You may not know that I am a Swarovski addict.  I don’t care what anyone says about it.  It is sparkly and stays sparkly.

I am also a big fan of high tea with friends.  I like to work my way through high tea venues in cities.  Where else can you legitimately drink champagne and eat cakes without anyone getting judgy?  This one had an all you can eat chocolate bar after the scones and whatnot.  It sounded good in theory.  It is a double edged sword laced with delicious poison.

Meanwhile I continue to drown in college requirements and oddly sexist comments about part time doctors but what can you do?  Work finishes, and the cake awaits you on weekends.