I have a bike.  I have a home.  I have a job.  I have decided to attempt to regularily ride my bike from my home to my job.  It comes with many adventures.

My job is in Northern Sydney.  Northern Sydney is notoriously hilly.

Going to work it is mostly up hill past the River.  One of the hills I had to get off my bike and walk up, but when I got off my bike, my legs would not work!  They were completely depleted of energy!  I have never not being able to walk before, it was extremely disconcerting.  Then there was the 20 minute recovery at the top of the hill... hopefully with practise both of these things will be reduced!

A friend from work is helping me get between work and the river, which is the complicated, hilly stretch of the journey.  His advice is not always something I'm willing to take.
[top of the super steep hill]
FRIEND: You don't need to brake on this hill till you get to the bottom.  My max speed on this one has been 68km/h!
ELIZABETH: Umm... don't brake?  meep
[on the hill]
ELIZABETH: eek
[at the bottom]
ELIZABETH: That was fun!
FRIEND: I beat you down the hill, you must have been braking.  I told you not to brake!
ELIZABETH: You bet I was braking, it was scary!

I got up to 54.5 km/hour braking on that hill.  My fear of flying off my bike at 55kph prevents me from wanting to go any faster.  Tis very scary going fast on a bike.

Despite scary parts going up and down really really big hills, I really enjoyed the 3 trips I've taken to or from work and would like to keep it up at least twice a week.  The trip home takes an hour, and the trip to work currently takes 90 minutes.  I should be able to cut both of those times down with practise (It's only 15 km).  The train takes 55 minutes and costs $32/week.  Yay, exercise is fun!

My desktop has died.  It's really quite tragic and it was 2 months after the 1 year warranty was up.  Should have gotten the extended one!

My super old laptop which I bought the desktop to replace because it was making funny hard drive noises is still alive, kicking, and making funny hard drive noises.

The worst thing about this is that the hard drive on the desk top was bigger than any of my backup harddrive, so I don't have everything backed up.  I have this hope that maybe it wasn't the hard drive that died and I might be able to resurrect it, but I know just about nothing about hardware.  I mean, I can install ram... but that's about it.

So what am I going to do about it?  Probably buy another super cheap desktop.  Will I ever learn?  No.  Will I get a warranty this time?  Possibly.  Though this is the first computer ever to die on me... and I've had... well, 4.

So, I have exciting news!  There is a great possibility, or me thinks I should say probability that I will move in with Karen to a house her parents are in the process of buying.  Now this house will be (after the renovations) much nicer than our current shambles.   (When I say house I mean unit with a backyard...)

Karen and I are not the cleanest of creatures... we both find cleaning a futile struggle against the inevitable accumulations of dust, mold and dishes.  We try not to be slobs by sweeping semi regularly, removing hair from the drains (woe to the hair, Karen's is so long!) and attacking the mold with scrubbing brushes.  Tragically Karen's parents are still not terribly impressed with our cleaning habits.

Both Karen and I are concerned about keeping her parents house clean.  This led me to make the suggestion of being accountable to them for keeping the NEW house well maintained and tidy with a list of weekly/monthly tasks.  I thought it was a great idea!  Aunty Heather thought it was a good idea too, but she wants us to start being accountable straight away!  "Get into good habits!" she says.  Woe, woe, woe!  Foiled again!

My trip to Canada has been going well!

My plane is taking off in 4 hours in 22 minutes. 

So... I haven't finished packing, I just found my passports, I think I'm going to switch bags, and I don't have any winter clothes.  It'll all come together at the last minute just like it always does :)  I don't need to leave for the train for another hour, so there's still time!  Really!  There is isn't there?

These are the things I'm really looking forward to not having to deal with in Canada:
Giant cockroaches in the shower
Giant cockroaches in the kitchen
Giant cockroaches on the streets at night
The heat
The lack of air conditioning
The guilt ridden cold showers

4 hours and 14 minutes... meep!

I just had the most fun I've ever had playing in a music group.

You may ask why.  Was it because my fellow musicians were extraordinarily talented?  Was it because they had beautiful tones coming from beautiful instruments?

Oh no, that would have been dead boring in comparison.

There were four of us....
Dorothy, a violinist who can actually play the Violin (at 7th grade level)
Lucy, who has taught herself Violin by ear (at 2nd grade level) but is surprisingly gifted at sight reading considering
Abi, a 4th grade cellist
and finally me, the wannabe 4th grade Viola player.  Wannabe because at heart I'm still a violinist in my approach to reading the notes.

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It's now less than 27 days until I fly away home.  I am so excited, I truly cannot wait.  I have to resist the urge to call Mum up again to discuss plans... for the third night in a row.  I can't wait!

I am so impatient that I've already started packing.  This is made easier because most of the clothes I'll be taking are unsuitable for an Australian summer.  I can't wait!

I've also started accumulating pressents.  My list of people I want to buy pressents for has grown to 10....  I've gotten three so far and plan on going on an epic journey to Sydney's sleezy tourist shops sometime soon to get the rest ;).  I can't wait!

I can't wait! :):):):):)

I have always been a fantastic sleeper.  Seriously, head on pilow + max(15 minutes) = fast asleep.

Tragically for many varied reasons, the last few weeks have broken that happy trend.  Here's a quick example of three nights this week.
( January 1st )

( January 2nd )

( January 4th... )

Excitement, excitement, I'm going home to Canada for my birthday!

Yes, I still call it home... my... half home.  It's complicated.

Anyway, flying in February 6th, flying out March 1st. 

Yay!!

I wrote the coolest unix command at work this week!  It took me hours... but it saved hours!  We have to delete certain files with certain extentions that are older than 30 days, and we were just deleting them one by one but there were thousands!!  This command deletes everything in a specific directory that modified more than 30 days ago.

find /foldername -mtime +30 \( -path '*.ext*' ! -path '/*/*/*' \) -exec rm {} \+

Tomorrow we are going to The Mummy at gold class, it shall be super fun!

Today I bought a bike!  For the helmet, bike pump and water bottle thing plus bike was a total of $600.  It's blue and it is this one: http://www.giant-bicycles.com/en-AU/bikes/road/2173/31850/

Mummy was complaining I never update, so here it is!

The past week I've been knitting the beginnings of a intarsia vest for Daddy. 

Anyway, while unattaching, and reattching all 9 threads 4 times in the space of 10 rows, I was lead to the conclusion that you REALLY have to love someone to knit them an intarsia garmet.

Sigma's Difficulty vs Love Scale
Knitting style:   Ranking                 Amount of love
Plain                   4                     Quite a bit, only because it's tedious
Ribbed               2                     A lot... again, the tedium
Fair Isle             5                     Probably just fond, fair ilse is quick and interesting
Cabled               3                     Considerable.
Intarsia              1 (Highest)      Could be compared to mountains



Intarsia means that when the colours change mid row (in this case due to checks) you change your thread and then knit that block with that thread.
Fair Isle, you carry the unused colour behind the knitting until you need it again.