Steph let me know that Carrot Vizzini Tiberius Rex Nettle-Da Silva didnt wake from his sleep this morning.
We adopted him knowing that he was older and we were lucky to have had so many years with him. We were also lucky that his final year was spent very much dictating his own terms, as lord high ruler of the lounge room at Stephs place since we moved to New Zealand.
Goodbye to the worlds most handsome bunny. We will always love you.
We just got back from an amazing holiday, thanks to my lovely mother in law. I don’t want to gloat too much, but in one day, I swam with (multiple) turtles, saw lion fish, a moray eel, bull rays, a small shark (only a little bit terrifying) and puffer fish, amongst others.
My blog friend Behan is living the life we all secretly want, sailing the world and homeschooling/unschooling/natural learning with her kids on the way. I read voraciously, because I am taking notes for my next holiday, and hope I can be as cool as her one day!
She recently confessed a love of anemone fish (which I share), so I promised her an anecdote about one of these guys on our first Vietnam trip. I may have already shared it here, so look away if you don’t want to read it again, but I suspect my storytelling is slightly better this time – cross posted from Behan’s blog.
We were staying at a little island of Nha Trang in Vietnam (Whale Island). I’m asthmatic, and though enthusiastic, not a confident snorkeler. I couldn’t go out unless the bay was as flat as plate glass, because getting water down my snorkel was terrifying (the asthma has made me quite claustrophobic).
So one day, the water is a little too choppy for my liking (but I’m becoming more confident), and Mark is intent on exploring some new areas we hadn’t visited before. My rented mask keeps letting in water, but only a bit at a time, so I put on my bog girl panties and decide to just deal with it.
Mark freedives down to look at an anemone, out of which darts the most aggressive anemone fish I have EVER seen. It fully charged him, stopping only about 6 inches from his mask, to stare him down in as bold a manner as a Kings Cross bouncer.
At which point I cracked up, my laugh lines created a channel by which the sea water was able to stream into my mask, and the resultant hysterical laughter coupled with inhalation of seawater was a sight to behold.
I was granted 20 credit points by Macquarie. I can use those credit points to get exemptions for subjects that are similar to ones I have already done. On Friday I asked for an exemption for 100 level psych 1&2, with the intention that I would take 100 level stats this semester which would then allow me to take on 200 level subjects next semester.
I’ve been boring my friends stupid with talk of stats, of planning a light semester (only 1 subject, so I can really get my teeth into it), and mentally preparing myself for the onslaught.
And then I was granted an exemption for stats. An exemption I didn’t want, and didn’t ask for.
Now it seems like a free pass, “woo hoo! I don’t have to do stats this semester”, etc, etc…
But what happens when I need to do 200 level stats without even studying 100 level stats.
It’s a disaster waiting to happen.
And in order to avoid thinking about it while I spend this semester out of my brain with stress about something I cannot control, I think I’ll do personality, or sensation and perception…