I was up very early on Monday morning for my regular chat time with my International friends. Did you ever hear the joke about the Welshman, The Australia, and The Texan? No matter, you’ld have had to be there to enjoy it.
There is something special about sharing news, views and fun times with friends across the globe. Because I know what I know, and also know what I don’t know, I can share what I know and learn what I don’t know from these marvellous people.
This time I learned about enhanced social media techniques and how to share files, documents, pictures etc, on platforms other than Dropbox. I also learned about setting up the best lighting alternatives when using video cameras and web cameras. Oh I know that I could read it in books or see it on Youtube, but there is a huge benefit to me in being tutored face-to-face and seeing the results almost instantly.
So to my international guru friends, A big Thank you.
Tuesday was a little different, and I rose a little later to a warm sunny day.
There was much to do in the garden, and a couple of contractors were expected to remove a great deal of green waste which I’d cropped from some rather large gum trees. Having tree branches lying around the garden on hot summer days is a bit of a trap, especially given that our bush fire season is upon us.
Stuart, the green waste guy was affable, talkative and really enjoyed his work. before he left he’d told me most of his family history and considering he’d only been here for 30 minutes, I was amazed at how much he shared. As a Toastmaster it was good material for one of my future humourous speeches and worth every cent of the $200 he charged me. That’s another benefit of meeting new people, and sometimes you have to pay a price..
Later in the afternoon I started re-reading Mitch Albom’s book “for one more Day”, published in 2006. It’s a tremendous read by one of my favourite Authors. I’ve read two of his other books, “Tuesdays with Morrie”, and “The five People You Meet In Heaven” and thoroughly enjoyed them both.
The first paragraph in “for one more Day” struck a chord with me. “This is a story about a family and, as there is a ghost involved, you might call it a ghost story. But every family is a ghost story. The dead sit at our tables long after they are gone”.