She's Here!

So this week we finally put an end to this whole “long distance” rubbish, and shifted Kim up here to start her life as an official Northern Territorian.

“How official?” I hear you ask.

What do you mean you never asked that? Don’t be ridiculous. I heard your voice with my own mind. Are you calling me a liar?

ARE YOU?

Well, this official:

So far we’ve got her an official NT driver’s license, changed her contact address with just about every agency in the country and a few that aren’t, applied for an ochre card, bought a car, settled her into a new job and had dinner at Moorish. We’ve just about got the process complete.

Unfortunately, when I made a comparison between various pubs in the rural area, she still found the name ‘Humpty-Doo’ hilarious, so I’ve obviously got a bit of work still to do. But we’ve got time for that.

Make of that what you will.

Garry with 2 Rs

Transitions Part 2

Tonight I’m boarding a plane to Sydney. This is not unusual. In fact I’ve done this once a month or so for the past year, give or take. A long distance relationship will do that. What makes this trip special is this:

It’s the last time.

I’m headed for Sydney to pack up Kim’s room, clean some stuff and then bring her back to Darwin with me. This I undoubtedly the most positive development my life has taken since I convinced her to marry me back in January. It’s going to be a crazy four days over Easter, but by Tuesday hopefully everything will make sense again. Or at least be a greatly improved version of nonsense. I don’t know.

I can’t wait.



Garry with 2 Rs

Transitions Part 1

I’m having another one of those blogging weeks that I have so much I should probably be writing about, but I’m not writing about any of it.

I mean, I say “should be writing about it” but I’m not sure what I mean by that. There’s nothing going on that I am under any obligation to reveal publicly. Nor is it anything that I think anyone is really hanging out to hear about. Yet somehow there’s a sense in my head that by not writing about it I’m letting someone down.  If I ever find out who that someone is I’m going to kick his arse.

It may be me. My point still stands.

I feel like everything’s in a transitional state at the moment. My job hunting is still going on strong in the background. In fact I’m now racking up more rejections per month than at any time in my history. I’m still playing sepak takraw a few times a week and was disappointed not to make the Australian squad for the up-coming world cup. Almost as disappointed as the Australian squad was when the up-coming world cup was postponed indefinitely. Huh.

One Body is proving difficult, with two local churches declining invitations to get involved, for various reasons, some of which were even legitimate. I’m sure we’ll be back soon, but it makes it difficult to push on when you start to lose the sense that the community is in any way interested. We’ll get there.

I’m still getting up for the odd comedy set, even armed with a fantastic new red jacket. If a few things tip my way I might even start to make a bit of money from it. There again, maybe not.

And then there’s the fact that this blog is about to move…

Yep. After so many years at blogger.com and after a thoroughly inspiring course of night classes, Cum Tacent Clament is about to become:

garrycondoseres.com

It’s not as imaginative a name, but at least it has the advantage of being in English, and a slightly more accurate description of what the website is about.

If you bothered clicking the link, you’ve probably discovered it’s not fully operational yet. I post a final update here when I’m ready to move permanently.

And speaking of moving permanently…

Charity Spruiker Awareness Day

Written for and first presented at Happy Yess Comedy April 2014 - Good vs Evil

They've come to us from foreign lands
With nothing to offer in their sunburnt hands
They meet our eyes and we look the other way
They're forced to spend their lives on the street
Begging for money from the people they meet
So Australia won't you join me

For Charity Spruiker Awareness Day

Who do you turn to when you need an answer
On endangered species, or a cure for cancer?
But whatever the issue we know the story ends:
"I'm just bringing you this information
I'm sorry but  can't except a cash donation
But if you'll give your credit card number we can still be friends.

Because if every Australian could donate
The cost of one cup of coffee, or a single plate
Of spaghetti a week to get behind the task
That would give our spruiker friends here
And income of approximately 5.38 billion dollars a year
Come on Australia, is that really too  much to ask?

And I know that every single one of us
Has been stopped by a spruiker when we're late for the bus
Saying "Can I ask you just one question" and standing in the way
But if we didn't these people to attack us
We'd lose a chance to flirt with hot backpackers.
So join me tonight for Charity Spruiker Awareness Day.

Make of that what you will.



Garry with 2 Rs