Two minute gardening

I dumped a bag of horse manure on my little square garden bed today. It's the only thing I've done since it was "dug" (see here). I won't start the planting till spring, so this should give the horse poop time to do its thing. I plan to shovel on a bit of mulch sooner or later and that's it for now! Back to the textbooks.

Back to Uni

Yes, it's time to start the final semester at last! I am doing one external subject via James Cook University (rehab and palliative care) and the other is my internship. So my on campus time is limited to five workshops (four hours each). For clinical, I am doing four weeks in operating theatre and four weeks in oncology (both full time and working any shift). Job applications for graduate nurse positions open today. It's going to be a big semester and to start it off on the right note, I will have to tackle my desk. I took this photo 5 minutes ago... with the intention of clearing that mess and dealing with all the hidden disasters by the end of today. Yipee!

Update at 9:30am. My desk and my intray now look like this:

Update at 2:30pm. My cat and intray now look like this:

Hermione is sulking because she got kicked out of the intray just before photo was taken.

Moon Landing

Here you can see Christopher watching / listening to the live stream of the moon landing from 40 years ago. On the wall you see his Buzz Aldrin poster surrounded by the Apollo mission patches. Underneath is his hero, Steve Austin. The entire mission can be found here, but it takes a while to load. We have the audio running on three computers at the moment, each of which is easily more powerful than the computers used throughout the Apollo space program.

Cute birthday song

This one put a huge smile on my face :)

responsibility

Philip Pullman, author of His Dark Materials trilogy, talks here about the responsibilities of storytellers. I found it inspiring in a more general sense - and therefore worth sharing:

... I do know that there is a joy in responsibility, in the knowledge that what we're doing on earth, while we live, is being done to the best of our ability, and in the light of everything we know about what is good and true. If we do it well, we might be able to bring our work to the condition of that mysterious music described by Caliban, the sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not; and there's something to be said for doing that. Maybe that's all we can say.

© Philip Pullman

The whole essay can be found here.
The Caliban reference is from Shakespeare's The Tempest.