off-line

A time for talking. And a time to *stop talking*.

Please look for me off-line Behind and in front of the camera. Running. Laughing. Being loud. Being real.

31 August

A random selection : Kelly (scrappydo) and Nic and Lara.

Watch your mailbox for *something* which I have yet to create and please pay it forward

pay it forward

Like Hannah, I loved the movie and before the movie … the book because I prefer to read books than to watch movies.

The *blogland* version of pay it forward is: I will send a small *something* to 3 randomly-selected people who leave a comment on this post. Then those 3 people will “pay it forward” by doing the same thing on their blogs.

And because I have resolved to spend more time off-line than on-line in the immediate future … this may be an opportunity to receive an off-line *something* from me .. so that we might stay in touch.

Until 31 August. When I make a random selection Off-line.

in preparation

In preparation for playing squash … I check all my running shoes for the magic words “non-marking soles”. Running shoes do not need non-marking soles.

I need new shoes. Which will not mark wooden floors.

The owner of Tokoroa Sportsworld sells me white court shoes with gum soles. Gum soles will become tacky as I run around the wooden court … reducing the potential to slip or slide and injure myself

I am *so* ready to start a new sport

checklist

I am running. Twice a week at lunchtime .. in the Redwoods. Sometimes with my boss. Once at the weekend. On my own.

I cycle. Twice a week. Usually. On Friday I ride around town with a road cyclist and on Sunday I ride further afield with an adventure cyclist

I take my camera with me. Sometimes. And I make photographs. Sometimes. And when I choose not to make photographs, I enjoy “being” with my friends .. no pressure to *perform* … relaxing.

And the art swaps … not happening.

Maybe next week.

Or maybe not. Because next week I’m learning to play squash.

stop talking

An instruction for me. Stop talking.

I will run. I will make photographs. I will contribute to art swaps. And I will stop talking online. Here.

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Taking a break from girlfriday talks to *do stuff* off-line.

Tuesday

Ken is busy on a Tuesday night. He plays snooker at The Club. Every Tuesday.

On Tuesdays, before my carpooling workmate and I drive home from work in Rotorua, we talk about what we might do. To avoid me being home alone on a Tuesday evening in an otherwise empty house.

We talk about going to the movies. We talk about going out for dinner. We talk about what food we have in our pantries. And whose *turn* it might be to cook dinner

Today … I eat at Fred’s place. Chilli con carne. Use Fred’s remote to channel surf on his television. Make scribble notes on Fred’s incomplete cryptic crossword.

By 10:30pm I am home. In bed sleeping … long before Ken is finished at snooker club night

a running day

Today I run with my boss. Because the ActiveSmart website predicts *white fluffy clouds and showers* for Rotorua. Because I need an incentive to run hard and fast.

I run with her up Nursery Road, and down the other side … to The Wash, where I follow her through the forest and back along Red Tank Road. I climb Nursery Road … a long way behind. And meet her waiting at the security card-access gate.

“I’m sorry,” she says, “We ran a bit longer than your scheduled 50 minutes.”

“Don’t apologise,” I say, “I should have run a little faster.”

series of ten

The photograph of me … on a beach … with my brothers … telling stories is now times ten an artist trading card series.

This is my personal heritage : storytelling - whanau - the beach.

a challenging idea

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The instigator of *the challenge* asks each participant to choose an envelope … providing a unique colour and shape challenge for each page in her journal.

One chance. One choice