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What excitement at Saunders HQ this afternoon when a sloppy delivery driver left a parcel at my front door and walked off, having the ordacity to mark the delivery as “Handed to resident”.
Inside the parcel: 2,000 yellow Post-it® notes and a One by Wacom drawing tablet.
The latter is for a writing/art project that I have coming up this quarter. In the meantime, I’ll use it mostly with Microsoft Whiteboard when going over maths homework with Reuben and Joshua.
Today marks exactly 26 years since my father, Keith J Saunders, died. I still miss him every day. What I would give to have one last hug from him.
Dad died from kidney failure aged 52 years, 10 months and 23 days . I reach the exact same age as him this autumn. That has been a sobering thought as I approached my 52nd birthday in November.
Today my thought, however, have been on the happy moments that we had together. Those ordinary every day interactions and conversations, before the dementia started stripping away large chunks of what made him who he was.
I love you Dad!
In his book Atomic Habits, author James Clear stresses that we don’t rise to the level of our goals, instead we fall to the level of our systems. If we establish the right habits, then even on our worst days that should still help us to reach our goals.
For years, I would get up before dawn and head out on my bike around 05:30. It always set me up well for the day. I felt that I had achieved something. It energised me. It got my body and mind moving before breakfast.
I am trying to aim for that daily routine again. This morning I rose at a lazy 06:40, tidied away the laundry for my children arriving this afternoon and then headed out into the darkness on my bike.
It felt good to be out in the chill air, watching the sun rise.
Today, I took delivery of some new, very reflective cycling overshoes from Proviz. My feet are going to be warm and dry from now on.
Here is to more bike rides in the winter darkness.
This year, I need to walk more, I need to cycle more, I need to move more and leave the car at home, especially for short journeys.
At lunchtime today, I took a walk to the high street to buy some stamps at the mobile post office; it only comes on Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays for a couple of hours.
It was good to get out of the house, breathe in some fresh air and admire how muddy my usual walking loop had become after so much rain. The local fields are drenched and flooded in places.
Here is to more walking in 2024.