A day of job hunting today. Ringing Companies, Agencies and surfing the job sites. It’s a dispiriting grind.
Yesterday wasn’t dispiriting though. A beautifully sunny day in and around Hagley so I was out on my Spesh having an explore.
I went off road the 5 miles to Stourbridge Rugby Club then a very quick blast on road to the Stewponey canal Junction at Stourton.
Here is some sort of water control feature, very fascinating watching the rushing vortex.
And here is the old canal Toll House.
After a few enjoyable minutes snapping away I was off towards Stourbridge via the Stourton Junction.
The canal then was pretty rural all the way to Stourbridge where I made the trip past the old Bonded Warehouse as it is something of a local landmark.
Finally on the way home I did a recce of my cycle tomorrow which takes in the terrifying Stourbridge Ring Road.
There is absolutely no way I’m pedalling that on my trip to the dole office tomorrow and I’m an experienced Urban Pedaller!
Ther irony is that the town centre where the dole office is, is an imprisoned area inside the ring road that has banned cycling! It’s ok on the road to hell but not on the narrow slow moving streets inside the town centre. Madness.
So, I have to pedal up to the ring road, cross over via the pedestrian lights, get on the pavement and walk through town or push my bike on the pavement that circles the town centre on the ring road then dive in on a side road that is quite close to the dole office. As I said…Madness.
My bike afterwards at home.
Out on an off road pedal this morning, have spied a potential off road route from my house to Stourbridge Rugby Club then onto the cut back into Stourbridge itself. Or I might head out to Kidderminster on the cut. Dunno yet.
A good walk yesterday and a realisation, if realisation was needed that our time on this Earth is finite.
My Mom called to tell me that my Dad who is 80 this year is not doing that great and to quote her directly, “is being kept alive only by his medication.”
All sorts of weird stuff went through my head. Some of it very selfish I’m ashamed to say. Stuff like “I hope he goes before I find work”, “what stuff will Mom need me to do?” “How will I get there as we only have 1 car?”
The one question I didn’t ask myself was how will Mom cope. Mom will cope perfectly well. Indeed during one of the deep and meaningfuls I had with Wifey when her Dad was going was I hoped my Dad would go first as he would struggle with general day to day stuff that Mom always did.
Mom grew up looking after a family as her Mom died when she was 7 or 8 and being the only female the house running and looking after her 2 brothers and Dad fell on her young shoulders. My Dad is from a generation of males who was always “looked after” by the family women and consequently hasn’t got a clue about house admin in general.
Mom ensured her 2 son’s (to use her words) “wouldn’t be a burden on any women in their lives” so she trained us to keep house, cook, do the laundry etc. Consequently we are I guess what you would call “modern men” even before the term became familiar.
So, now I will be waiting for the inevitable phone call from Mom and my brother and I will be heading for Wales.
A bit of bad news from my Mom that needs attention today. Off for a walk now to think about it.
My pedal yesterday was a giggle, my mate rocked up with his Ebay Carrerra, which has an excellent frame, but dodgy forks and drivetrain. But after a half an hour of fettling by yours truly his bike was ready for its first foray onto the trails, and my mates first dirt encounter in a good few years.
A water stop at the highest point of the route above Stourbridge but that was after dodging the cross country runners from the local school. Well I say runners, they were mostly walking.
Then a battle with the mud, but after the obligatory puncture on my mates bike.
A whizz around the bridleways by Belbroughton then a tremendous downhill back into Hagley.
The skies were starting to look threatening just as we got to the Cafe for a bacon Buttie, then the heavens opened. We were inside, the bikes were outside!
A good couple of hours out and my mate wants to do it again next week!
Oh, and Happy Birthday to me…
Out on a MTB ride with a mate today. Hopefully that will give me the kick up the arse I need and drag me out of this slough of despond.
Really struggling at the moment. Lethargy has sunk in with the eating and excercise. I know, I know, I know. I can hear you all chuntering away!
You’re disappointed, I’m disappointed (read angry), I am telling myself all the right things but studiously ignoring everything I’m saying.
The only thing I’m not letting slide is the job hunting. I physically can’t do any more than I’m doing. I know it’s early days, but no-one is beating a path to my door at the moment and this is worrying. There is a deadline to get work before me and my family have some seriously life changing (not in a good way) decsicions to make.
But this shouldn’t be affecting my food or excercise. What is the matter with me? As I’ve said before I’m certain this is a sympton of some sort of eating/lethargy mental illness. Here I am starting to do negative stuff to myself, in full knowledge I shouldn’t be doing it and yet I still am.
Get a fucking grip you twat!