Ice Skating or Origami?

I was given a choice when I turned eight: origami or baking. The first is Dad’s thing, while Mum is the baker. I think they were trying to prove that their hobby was more important by the fact that their firstborn son chose one over the other, but…I chose a third option. Even at that tender age, I could see what they were doing, and I wanted no part in it. Now my sister has chosen origami, my brother loves baking and all the equilibrium has been restored while I just progress in my ice skating.

Yep, I chose something pretty out there. But while it’s not the best-known Australian pastime, least of all in Melbourne, there was an ice skating rink just down the road and I just thought…well, it looks cool. I barely have to walk to get there. And then when people have their birthday parties there, I can be the awesome one in the middle doing all the spins, and jumping, and whatever else. It’s been a good nine years or so, and I got my wish several times over. I guess because there’s been that ice skating boom, everyone wants to have parties there and such. So that means I get to subtly, humbly show off my moves, get the girls…you know how it is (awesome). Though it took blood, sweat, tears and probably other things before I got to that level!

Now I teach, sort of. It’s an informal thing, because I just feel like I got a bit of a head start in life and I want to pass that on to people. I guess I’ve really become some kind of super-fan, promoting the sport and following all the ‘ice skating news’. There’s not a huge amount of that when the Winter Olympics aren’t on, surprisingly. I got to meet that Yugoslavian guy, though. That was cool. But yeah, I guess ice skating instructor is something that’s on the cards for a bit later. Unless I gravitate towards baking in my later life.

Gardening found relaxing for millennials

Busy millennials are turning to gardening to alleviate stress levels, feeding a growing online nursery industry.

With no time to go to the nursery down the road, young green thumbs have been buying their hybrid tea roses over the net.

The annual Gardening Enthusiast Association survey revealed that over one third of gardeners are millennials. Over half of millennial gardeners exclusively purchase their gardening needs online, the survey found.

Follow-up interviews with a group of young gardeners who participated in the survey found that top reasons for gardening include relaxation and having a sense of accomplishment.

Hobby gardeners have been obtaining not just easily shipped seeds but also entire plants and trees, which are sent by courier.

Mike Paxton, a 29 year old working three jobs in hospitality, says he swapped video games for gardening and improved his life.

“Gaming made me angry, but gardening makes me relaxed,” he says.

“Feeling the dirt with your bare hands is a spiritual experience, it makes me feel connected and grounded. I am at one with my plants. Now, I tend to my garden once a week or I start to feel too stressed out.”

Some millennials, living with their parents, tend to the garden in lieu of paying board.

This is the situation for Daniel Phillips, a 32 year old between jobs and living with his mother.

“I took up gardening because my mum said I never do anything,” he says.

“Well, now she gets to enjoy looking at the weeping roses every day. I really feel like I’m getting something done.”

The interviews also found that millennials favour the inclusion of practical greenery in their gardens.

A trend was away from plants and towards trees- fruit and nut bearing trees were most prized for bringing fresh produce literally into gardeners’ backyards.

Big developments being with Birthdays

I’m getting all excited again, I know, but you don’t know how excited I get about Week of Our Lives. My life is pretty boring, I guess, so it really helps me to plug into the world of fiction and live vicariously through it. As you do, you know?

Yeah, so Tom has put his foot in it again! He took over the fishmongers and I looked at him and thought…he’s up to no good. A single father on television portrayed in a positive light? No good ever comes of something like that, and I was right because it was revealed that he was the dreaded Mime Murderer.

More on him later. So Harriet is trying to find a kid’s birthday party venue in Melbourne, because she’s a single mother of six and wants to give her children the very best she could afford. While at another birthday party she meets Tom, who just finished his PhD in criminal psychology (SO obvious) and he draws her in with talk about how he’s an altruistic father who wants to get a good job and provide for his family. Oh, and say, his own kids are having a party, so why don’t they combine their efforts to find a birthday party venue everyone could enjoy? Harriet is fresh off that whole business with the platypus farming scam and is especially vulnerable, so she’s sucked in. Also, one of her eyes is made of glass and she doesn’t think she’ll ever find a good man.

That’s where they left things: Harriet alone with Tom in the fishmonger shop, giving him googly eyes (or googly eye) and him being all smiley and helpful.

What happens next? Will she realise who he is before it’s too late?? Will they find a party venue in Melbourne that suits Harriet’s germ standards? She really loves her moist towelettes, so I hope whichever place they choose has cleaning standards. Oh…and the mime thing. Excited!

Can flowers lead to love?

There is a new guy at work that everyone has gone crazy over. I personally do not get it. He is average looking and he often makes jokes that are just plain old not-funny. Anyway, he has been moved to my department and I am in charge of his training this week. Turns out he is a fellow botany enthusiast and we actually have a lot in common when it comes to our green thumbs.

We compared climbing roses strategies, having both recently installed some to cover up shady spots in our gardens. He went for an agapanthus midnight cascade whereas I went for the agapanthus diamond cascade. Anyway, after our fairly public bonding session everyone was teasing me saying that I am obviously crushing on the new guy, when actually I was the only one who wasn’t. I mean sure he was good looking, but all I honestly cared about were the flowers. I think he took our shared love of flowers as confirmation that we should be together forever because the next day he brought me the most insane bunch of flowers that he had grown in his garden including, lilies, brindabella roses and of course, agapanthus. I was of course flattered but I felt like I had to stand by my stance as the one who doesn’t see it. I reluctantly agreed to go for dinner with him but only when he agreed to stop lecturing me on agapanthus agapetite.  

Of course, everyone found out and is now taunting me that I had been pining for him all along. Oh well, it’s rare to meet someone that knows their kniphofia from their eremurus so I am going to give him a chance. I told the girls I only agreed to go out with him so they would all shut up but of course they are picking out china patterns already. We certainly know what flowers we’d have. I guess if it works out with this guy we’d have the most amazing garden on the street.