I can proudly say that as of 9:00am on Sunday 17 June 2018, I am now the father of two children, both boys. Rafferty James Cornick made his way into the world with relative ease.
Coined as a “Guidebook for Families of those in Old Age” it may not seem immediately apparent why I personally would read this book, except the healthcare interest.
Something hit home to me today more than anything in the last month or so. A podcast of course (Ricky Varandas from The Ripple Effect) talking about different mindsets; his, his partner’s and others. The turmoil and conflict inside him, that then he reflects externally and can be on the dangerous curb of judgement. Specifically when he booked someone for his podcast that is a hero and his wife said “Can you take out the trash?”
I had only been back in the UK for a day and over the course of 12 hours, 15 of my family members had come by my Nan’s house for the standard consumption of gallons of tea.
We covered all the usual catch-up topics, many anchored around our little Prince, Finnley Joe. But one particular yarn with my younger brother got me far too pumped, even while deep in a jet-lagged state. The topic? Old school computer games.
This blog post appeared originally at the Hello Sunday Morning website here.
Terry Cornick, a.k.a. ‘Mr. Perfect‘, talks about his dad, being a dad and how drinking and mental health tie into the whole story.
That sweet amber nectar. It can taste like “liquid gold,” I tell my wife after my first sip of a cold ale. I chime in with trademark sarcasm, such as, “I don’t normally drink, but go on, then.” The perfect accompaniment to a celebration, a new birth, birthday, marriage, religious celebration (some), promotion, divorce (?!) and sporting victory.
A short reflection this week.
I was in a pub on Saturday afternoon celebrating our team’s Grand Final win.
A mate and I were chatting about being a parent. Except this mate has a fluffy baby.
Being between jobs has afforded me an abundance of our most valuable resource. Time.
That time has been spent working on my charity, cleaning the house, “minimalising” my possessions (after listening to too many “The Minimalists” podcasts) but also some less noble pursuits, more loosely determined as leisure.
My little boy Finnley Joe is 4.5 months old this week (originally I planned to call this blog “The Fourth Trimester” but life got in the way and it is now far past that). There have been however 750 plus nappy changes, a similar amount of breast-feeds, 125 bath-times with Dad, over 300 changes of clothes and an endless round of washing machine runs.
It’s funny how this game of life works. On Monday 7 March we discovered at work the homeless guy Jeff that lived in the car park had passed away (you can read my 2015 blog called Jeff here). Some of the guys in the office had a real soft spot for him. Thankfully his children were tracked down and were there when he passed, despite not seeing each other for ten years.
Two years ago I sat on a long-haul flight back from the UK after seeing my Dad for the last time before he passed away.
I was already slightly emotional but also relieved. As I tucked into a red wine on the Abu-Dhabi to Sydney leg, I impatiently flicked through the movie library, as I usually did, frustrated there were few decent documentaries to watch.
Following on from my 2014 blog Eat New York: Top Tips, below is a list of establishments we visited this time around in 2015 (weblinks & addresses provided).
Once again I thank my incredibly organised and astute wife Carolina that never fails to choose a bad option based on her hours of food blog research and gaining recommendations.
Below is a brief list of places to visit once you have become a regular. They are a good starting point and I can personally vouch for them.
There are thousands more curious sights that are rarely publicised to the masses but if you Google “curious sights New York” or “alternative New York sights” or similar you will find a treasure trove of options.
Having just returned from New York this is the second of an explosion of short and longer blogs on Places, Food, Entertainment and People of the city. It is probably one of my more pedestrian blogs but an essential one nonetheless.
Below is a list of places that I suggest you should cover off seeing on your first or second visit, time dependent of course.
As much as our New York trips are fairly indulgent, for some time I wanted to try some volunteering. Mental health is a very personal passion of mine and the link with the most basic provisions in life and homelessness is fairly strong.
I heard or read some time ago from an innocuous quote based on Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs that humans only really need Shelter, Sustenance (food & water) and Love (or Sex, depending on how primal you believe we are).
Everything else above this is a bonus and are just “things” we covet that provide no long-term emotional benefit.
I thankfully get to go home every night to a warm, welcoming home with food and an extended family that would have us there with them no matter what.
Now before I start my scribble I want to kill off any suggestions or mischievous claims that this is in any way intended to be derogatory. It’s a shame I have to say that but I need to be crystal clear.
Sydney taxi drivers. These three words are enough to provoke a barrage of almost spasmodic reactions from us humble consumers.
It should have been like any other Thursday in Sydney. You know Friday is coming, autumn is in full swing but the weather is still decent. Despite an unhealthy dose of man-flu, I’m fighting, or at least pretending, to be as fit as I could be.
A good friend of mine and former work colleague had invited me for a bite and a beer with him and a Doctor he has known professionally and personally. I should have crawled into bed but I had a feeling I could not miss this.
Once again, and for two weeks running this time, my Thursday was my Friday as I prepared to set off for Leura in the Blue Mountains for the weekend.
My declaration was met with playful replies at work such as, “Do you even work Fridays?” and, “ANOTHER holiday?” I cheekily replied it’s just clever to ration out holidays over the year.
For five years I promised myself a birthday treat to go to the Australian Open tennis. Finally, after a low key 30th the year previous, I was headed to the hallowed Melbourne Park. Largely in part due to Carolina’s job in marketing and events. Her company looks after a wine brand, one of the Open’s biggest sponsors.