Thursday, 22 March 2018

Fiz & Naz: Par 3

Fiz:  Thwack! How good it was to finally connect my golf club with the ball and see it soar towards the green—not far, but a start in the right direction. I was mainly crap but occasionally I did something right and I experienced the satisfaction you golfers must feel.

Thursday, 1 February 2018

Hell's Gates

It was a slow start—a very slow start—again. That seems to be the Fiz and Naz signature. For all the planning we do, things just seem to go askew challenging our resourcefulness and patience.
It was 3 pm and hot. We had hoped for cooling breezes to lessen our pain during the walk—Noosa to Sunshine Beach through the National Park. The breezes had so far ignored us.
Our plan was to park at the Noosa entrance to the National Park (yeah right); walk from Noosa to Sunshine Beach and return. We had considered taking two cars and leaving one at Sunshine and one at Noosa; however, we love to chat and the drive was an opportunity to plot and plan and, besides, this trek was more a reconnaissance one; to get our bearings for the longer walk we have scheduled for the future.

Tuesday, 9 January 2018

Before coffee ...

Before coffee there was nothing? Oh yeah, I could imagine the pelican in front of me saying, ‘you have got to be kidding. Those hipsters need to get out more. The message on the takeaway cup, lying discarded at the river’s edge, seemed laughable amongst the natural beauty of my surroundings. I smiled at the pelicans grooming themselves and then frowned as I picked up the cup to place in a bin only metres away (Grrrrrr).

Wednesday, 27 December 2017

number 1147H

The acupuncturist practised in Uccle at number 1147H. Wherever that was! I had a vague idea—introduced by Google maps with options en route: walk, bus, car—but nothing was familiar. I knew it was through the forest—visions of Red Riding Hood and Hansel and Gretel—a place of fairy tales.  I didn’t want to venture into the forest … well not today anyway.  I would be travelling at dusk; the forest dark. I wondered what tales this forest held—what secrets it kept.

Thursday, 7 December 2017


One, two, three, four; duck, duck; give me ten, now a six, ten uppercuts, another ten—repeat for fifty minutes. 
It began with an easy warm up. Pushups—on your knees beginners; the more advanced—on your toes. You can guess which ones sold me—knees all the way.  I pushed through, avoiding nose to floor dives, my determination kicking in, assisted by ugly (had to be but I couldn’t tell) face contortions to ease the pain. There was no backing off or bombing out.
The inners were way too small, so up a size, then on with the

Saturday, 18 November 2017

It's a date!

I have gone on a dating site!! I was reluctant after a brief experience a couple of years ago on eharmony—felt as though I was auctioning myself off. Not nice.
But my daughter kept suggesting it and Naz totally convinced me that it was the thing to do. Anyway, I am sharing this bold move (yes, it was for me) because I was supposed to blog about Sunday arvo at The Shared in Yandina and didn’t get around to it because Elite Singles takes time. Yes, it does sound a bit uppity but Naz had done the research and concluded that it is one of the better sites. And she knew I wouldn’t join unless she sat down beside me while I ticked boxes, and typed in what my passions were, what I was most grateful for, and uploaded photos. Naz was adamant not just the profile photo, but to upload others too. Marketing one’s self is a pain.   
My profile photo

Saturday, 11 November 2017


Acting on a heads up from a friend, Kate, a regular at The Shared, Fiz and I headed out to Yandina.
Hanging at TheShared is always a nice way to spend a Sunday afternoon. We’ve been before— live music by local musos. You know how much Fiz and I love kicking back, immersed in music and conversation while watching the passing parade. And, an opportunity to meet some nice blokes couldn’t be passed up either.
The lack of cars and availability of car parks surprised us as we drove into Yandina. It was early, only just three thirty so my expectation of a large crowd was probably unrealistic.  Undeterred we walked up and in. What the?

Sunday, 5 November 2017

chill time

One of our favourites
It’s nice to have a day with no timetable. No hurrying from here to there.  No deadlines or appointments.  No rush as I head out the door at the last minute, backing out of the garage like a madwoman and tearing up the street cursing the seat belt alarm for its incessant nagging while I fumble, one handed, to get the belt fastened.  As if a ten second delay while I buckle up would make any difference! 
Yep—today was different.  It was laid back and dreamy.  So laid back I thought I could sleep this Sunday away.  Fiz and I had talked about heading to The Caf Coolum late afternoon. Live music was on offer and the relaxed vibe, seated alfresco, watching the world go by was inviting.  And, who knows who might drop by!

Wednesday, 9 August 2017

Temporarily disabled

How to write about being temporarily disabled?
Day 1 at Sunshine Beach Surf Lifesaving Club

Sunday, 9 July 2017


It was stunning! All the more because it was unexpected: the mountain peaks majestic in a sea of clouds. A white landscape at the Sunshine Coast is a rarity and we were lucky enough to have the dramatic beauty of it laid out before us. Wow!

Visibility had been poor driving up to Mapleton and through Montville, and it seemed ridiculous that Naz and I had chosen to go to Maleny for our BOLD playtime. It had sounded a good idea the night before … there was the upgraded Mary Cairncross Park (we were thinking lunch at the new cafĂ© there) and a yourtown prize home to check out, plus the Maleny vibe. We were both in need of an uplift, and a trip to the hinterland seemed just the thing.

Sunday, 11 June 2017

The little red trolley

Even educational books!
It’s taken me a while to write this blog. Life has been busy—work and study and kinesiology practise and family things and dare I say tiredness. I’ve been a bit off lately. I just don’t have my usual zing but after a trip to the naturopath and chiro and then a bit of self-diagnosis and supplement prescribing I’m sure I’ll be back playing at full throttle. I have to be to keep up with Fiz!
Yandina markets, Saturday morning, were worth the early start. It was a beautiful day—perfect for outdoor shopping.

Wednesday, 24 May 2017


You know you have had a special time when the after-glow lingers and you feel optimistic and, well, happy! And that's what happened when Naz and I celebrated her 60th birthday at Wasabi in Noosa Heads.

Turning 60 is a definer. You are passed half way. You have reached another stage in life. Adapt or be miserable is how I see it. Don’t misconstrue this…for me, it’s a licence to be BOLD!

I roll my eyes when those of you in your 40s and 50s catastrophise about being old when you are not even close (yes, Naz you were sometimes guilty of this too!). 60 is close BUT only close: in our 60s (and early 70s too I note), we are in this delightful but sometimes tricky ‘tween stage that I have blogged about before (What we need is better branding): a time of opportunity to do it while you can!

It doesn’t have to be clubbing, it can be celebrating Naz’s entry into her 60s with a leisurely lunch at the much-lauded Wasabi restaurant—a perfect way for Naz to continue the Japanese theme of her celebrations which she had begun with her family in Japan.