Ozzy the Plumber

Ozzy's Handy Work

Outside Loo

A huge shout out to my plumber, Ozzy (short for Oswald).

Ozzy arrived from South Africa 2014 looking for a safer life for his wife and 2 young children. This is not particularly relevant, just interesting. Although, it provides a bit of a context for why he may be so solutions focussed – in South Africa people tend to not throw things out, but fix them. People are often very creative. I think Ozzy is a bit that way.

He now lives down the coast and has been working up here in Brisbane. He was recommended to me by a friend who has worked with him.

I had some drainage work to do by the pool and my outside toilet (well, it’s outside the main house – the actual toilet has a roof over it!).

Anyway….sometime ago I had another plumber re-route the sewage because there was a massive tree root growing through the clay pipe – it could not be cleared, so we had to use PVC and go a different way. This meant the old toilet could not be used – it had been cemented into the pavers and the only way to fix things was to smash it out and jackhammer through the slab to lay a new sewage line. I didn’t use the same plumber because he was careless. He smashed a hole through the wall of my house instead of cutting a neat hole so I vowed to never use him again (I mean….what the! Lol?! Who does that?). This former plumber also quoted me $750 to replace the outside loo – and that didn’t include the cost of the loo itself.

So….along comes Ozzy….communicating via speaking to me on the telephone (how 1999) and setting up a time to look at the jobs. He looks at the work. We agree to a plan. I buy the required gear (which I said I would) and then we are away. He comes back on the agreed date, at the agreed time….on time. He toils away and does a great job (ok…if I am honest my Agapanthus around the pool didn’t survive so well, although I will appreciate it is difficult to navigate around plants in such a scenario). It took him half a day to do the drainage around the pool.
Now…since he came to scope out the job, I had also found a leak in my inside toilet. He had a squiz at that and we found an approach and he agreed to fix it next time.

So…back he comes the next time for a day of jackhammering. For joy. He gets the work done and connects the new pipes – he has to come back after the concrete sets to lay pavers and put in the loo. It’s so late that I tell him to go home to his family and fix the inside toilet next time.

He wants to come out on a Friday evening because he feels like he has been inconveniencing me – it’s pelting down with rain. I tell him to go home to his family…we will do it Monday.
All this time, communicating with good cheer, professionalism and clarity.

The Monday comes – 4pm. It’s pelting down with rain again. He comes on in…..we discover a problem….the toilet, because it is a different configuration to the first loo, will sit out 7cm from the wall. Ozzy thinks….and plots….and thinks. After many brainstorms, we settle on his suggestions to put one of the old sleepers behind the toilet like a little shelf. I reckon it will add character. So, off he goes….he grouts the pavers, cuts the sleeper, fits the sleeper, pops in the toilet….then, goes to the inside toilet and fixes the tap on that one. All part of the service.

It’s now very late – past 8pm. He’s still cheery and talkative. He tells me $700 for the lot.
A bloody bargain. I pay him up and release him back to his family well satisfied.

It’s such a delight to deal with warmly intentioned, proactive, solution focussed tradies. Tradies who communicate clearly and in a timely way. Tradies who turn up when they say they will. Tradies who do a good job and then charge a reasonable price and then smile when they leave.

Need a good plumber? Let me know….Ozzy is your man. Loo photo to follow!

THANK YOU AND HUGE APPRECIATION OZZY!

PS: Ozzy is also a goal keeper – used to do pretty well in South Africa and even tried out for the premier league in the UK….football players – they are usually such good eggs!

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Cruisin’ to Success

Sandy and Me Oct 2014

Sandy and Me Oct 2014

Today is am so in love with, and feeling HUGE APPRECIATION for, my new bike Sandy (see photo). I have named her this, well, ‘cause I thought it was a good name for a beach cruiser and it just resonated.

So, I woke up feeling a little heavy in the heart this morning. I have been having a series of dreams where I wake up screaming….besides getting a sore throat, I find myself a little weary in the morning when that happens. (No need to panic folks…..stay calm and keep reading)….

I felt a little anger….frustration….

So, after a bit of contemplation about it all (I go into where I feel the emotion in my body and get curious about it – like a detective – from a third person perspective), I felt it was time to go on my first SOLO cruise – just me and Sandy….Sandy and me. I have had Sandy a couple of weeks and have gone on rides with my family, but this was the first time by myself! Oh, I am such a big girl now (if you are reading this Liz Hepple, stop laughing).

So, off I ventured, trusting that my sojourn onto the bike path would allow even more love and lightness in. After all, I am having lunch with a friend who as MS today and what to be open as I can to receiving all of her goodness!
Off I ventured and what a ride!

These are some of the things I encountered along the way:

Fit, young, tanned, shirtless fathers (I will refrain from adding more adjectives) riding carefree with babies strapped to in closely (much more carefree than me trying to navigate the bridge and not run into them – all with my tongue hanging out);

The breeze of the in my face, the fresh scent of sweet bush nectar and eucalyptus;

The guy in the motorised wheelchair, who apparently likes my bike (unless I misinterpreted the comment “I like your bike”);
The endless flow of smiles and good mornings from happy cyclists and joggers;

The lady walking far too many dogs for her to comfortable handle, particular when she was using her doggy do do bag to try and clean up after one of them;

The family with their dogs enjoying themselves in the fenced off doggy area;

The bush turkeys wandering aimlessly across the path;

The amazing buildings and manmade structures that only exist because someone once had an idea to create them (never ceases to amaze me how clever humans are);

The yellow and other coloured butterflies – I set an intention to see yellow butterflies this morning – I am reading Pam Grout’s “E Squared” and it is one of the fun intention experiments – I peaked early though as I didn’t intend to start yellow butterflies until tomorrow. The intention for today is pink cars;

Signs tacked to fences – one saying “Smile” with an image of a sunflower. Another one further down the path saying “I am just going to be successful because I know I can!”. How good is that. Can’t get confused about those signs from the universe – pretty clear and unambiguous;

Although the last sign resonated with me, it also made me think of how sometimes we also forget that we are also already wildly successful now, if only for the fact that we woke up breathing this morning – now that is a bonus plan. The rest is an adventure we shape moment by moment.

I love Sandy. I love my beach cruiser. She is a little fiery (red), like me, but likes to also just likes to slow down and take it all in. Perfectly balanced I reckon she is.

I did look down to see what looked like a scratch in her new paint – and then, after the initial frustration, thought – “Oh well, it’s in the shape of an S – S for Sandy and S for Stephanie. If she was going to get a scratch on her, then that’s perfect scratch!”. After I arrived home I wiped her down. The scratch disappeared.

Anyone else out there have a bike they love or love just riding? Oh….the serenity.

I wrote a song a while back called “You Cruise”….I think the lyrics are apt.

Enjoy your day and if you don’t have a cruiser, cruise on the inside. I’m off to have lunch with Heather!

You Cruise by Stephanie Gill

V 1
I like the way you cruise, I like the way you choose
To be who you really are,
You don’t change to impress the hangers on in the bar…..
To have your confidence would be like a gift that heaven sent
You know what others think of you is not your business……

BRIDGE
I think that’s cool…..yes I do,…….
I think it’s cool, you ain’t no fool……

V 2
You don’t seem to break a sweat, it’s like you have no natural threat
How did you get this way
“Cause if it’s on the market I know I would pay

BRIDGE
I think that’s cool…..yes I do,…….
I think it’s cool, you ain’t no fool
CHORUS
Cruisin’ through, Just like you do
Cruisin’ through, Just like you do
BRIDGE
I think that’s cool…..yes I do,…….
I think it’s cool, you ain’t no fool

V 3
To be so self-assured you laugh so easy, it always strikes a chord
You with your calming ways, I’d call it magic if I really thought that way…
I like the way you cruise, I like the way you choose
To be who you really are,
In my funny world, darlin’ you’re the brightest star

BRIDGE
I think that’s cool…..yes I do,…….
I think it’s cool, …..yes I do…….
Cruisin’ through, just like you do.

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Yay for the Four Learning Stages and Zumba!

I have reached a new level of incompetence in Zumba. I had always been more of a “free style” girl when it comes to dancing – thought I was a bit of alright too. This morning that illusion was somewhat shattered! For those of you who know about the Gordon Training International’s (or Abraham Maslow depending on who you credit the original model to) Four Stages for Learning Any New Skill …..I was at the unconscious incompetence stage going into the class (that is, I wasn’t aware of my incompetence). Within about 2 bars into the first song, I was acutely aware that I was now at a stage of conscious incompetence (I knew I was crap at Zumba). There was a moment when old wiring kicked in and I thought, “now is the time to escape – don’t linger in pain and embarrassment”. Unlike the young girl behind me, something in me decided it was good for me to be there – totally incompetent, aware of the fact, and trying to stay with the program as set by the instructor.

I thought about that girl who walked out when she realised she was up for a challenge. I wondered how she faced anything that was outside her comfort zone. My, possible erroneous assumption, was that she might do a runner.

It also got me thinking about the importance of allowing ourselves to be totally incompetent at something, until we get that small flash of competence, which, in turn, releases that little charge of dopamine and the voice inside my head saying “See, you can nail this”. “This” was only a little bit of the class that was a left over relic from old aerobic days (the grapevine move) – non-the-less, I reminded myself that, more often than not, incompetence comes before competence. The only way to move between the two is to persist with attempting to model the right behaviour consistently until my neurology gets its tentacles around the whole business.
I reckon we must be prepared to not get things perfect when we are learning. And if we learn every day, we must accept imperfection is perfect on a daily basis. It seems that conscious competence (the learning phase where you are still consciously thinking about the steps, but are competent at doing them) is still some way off in regards to Zumba for me. In the meantime, I have the opportunity to laugh at my hilarious attempts at perfection in the mirror.

If you are a leader in your family or workplace, or you want to be a better leader in your own life, I would like to encourage you to be prepared to be incompetent with something new and take the opportunity to enjoy your attempts in the process. You will be amazed at the buzz from neurotransmitters you will get when you see a glimpse of competency (we feel good when we make new neurological connections, which creates more energy!) and you will be demonstrating to others that it’s ok to be at the level you are at knowing that, with persistence and a smile, you will move (eventually!) towards the ultimate…..unconscious competence!!! Yay! That’s the bit when you can do it well, without even thinking about it!!

So, thanks today go to the 4 Stages of Learning a Skill and to Zumba for reminding me of the beauty and the joy in being my imperfectly perfect self.

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This Dentist is a Keeper!

Dr Peter Greer Dr Peter Greer, BOH Dental

This is an enormous shout out of appreciation to my dentist, Dr Peter Greer from BOH Dental in Brisbane City.

Now, I know most people wouldn’t place going to the dentist amongst their list of fun things to do….I totally understand. I have had horrible dental experiences….for example, one time a dentist gave me a couple of valium and then proceeded to try and pull my lip over my head leveraging his pliers with his knee on my chest in an attempt to pull out impacted wisdom teeth. He then proceeded to tell me to harden up and that it wasn’t that bad. I’m surprised I even ventured near another dentist.

For the last 10 years or so though, I have gone to the most fabulous Peter Greer for my dental work. I was referred to him because he is a prosthodontist (what a bloody mouthful – I have mistakenly called him a periodontist or gum disease specialist or up until today, when he politely set me straight)…… and I needed some tricky crown work to be done when I was 6 months pregnant. Just what you want to get done when you are pregnant – just get a couple of crowns popped in there for good measure.

Now, I know this sounds insane, but this is what happened. I went to see him – he has, second to none I have met before, the most beautiful “bedside/chairside” manner….he is just a lovely, gentle fellow who is non-judgmental, with a relaxed sense of humour. Just delightful really. Of course, he is fully conversant in “dentalese” – the language all patients speak when they have a fist full of cotton wool, dental tools and fingers in their mouth – which serves the doctor/patient relationship well during proceedings….I digress….

So….I go in for my two crowns and, understandably was a little concerned about the entire procedure. Well, a couple of hours later when the procedure was finished, I am happy to report, I left in great spirits, happier than when I came in (not just because the procedure was over), but believe it or not, it was almost to the point where some parts were almost enjoyable….I know that sounds ridiculous even as I write it, but it’s how I felt.

Now, back to today…so, because I no longer work in the city, I thought, for general dental, cleans, check-ups and fillings etc, it would make more sense for me to see someone local. Well, I did that. I had the local dentist give me a good clean, and went back to have three of my old fillings, which were past their used by date, replaced. Clearly I ate too much sugar in primary school and didn’t brush my teeth properly…I know…that’s another story.

So, I get the filings. The local dentist actually did a brilliant job of sticking that needle in to make my gum numb (that rhymes….hee hee)….then she did the filings. I mentioned to her that they felt “rough”. She said they would smooth down and it was just because they were new. I thought this unusual and didn’t really buy into it. She also said I needed a crown on one of my bottom teeth and would l like to book in. Now, going to the local dentist to get a crown rather than going to Peter would probably save me around $1,000. Let me be clear – Pete is a prosthodontist (they specialise in reconstructing worn and damaged teeth, replacing missing teeth and the like)… prosthodontists are not cheap. Pete is, however, bloody good. My intuition was telling me to go to Peter – the fillings didn’t feel smooth, like they should and I had felt some sensitivity with one of them also, so, I booked an appointment with Peter. Well, to be honest, I booked four appointments because he does things just so, and that’s how many times it takes to check and recheck that everything is correct when he puts in a crown. This man leaves no stone unturned when it comes to teeth.

I rocked up to the first appointment today. It was so good to see Peter again. He knows my teeth. He knows his stuff. “No” he says. I don’t see any change in that tooth from what I have seen before. Wait until you get some symptomology and then we can have another look.

“Phew!” I say. Then I ask “My new fillings feel rough. Are they meant to be like that?”.

“No” he says “Do you want me to smooth them off?”.

“Absolutely!” I say.

Then after a bit of whir and a grind, my tongue reaches up to probe the once rough teeth and, as if by magic, they are smooth and lovely to the touch!

After a chat with the lovely dental assistant, Peter sends me on my way and comes out personally to speak to the admin person (like he does every time….it’s just lovely) to say that she can cancel my next three appointments and then he says “Goodbye” with that huge, friendly smile and says he’s off to have some morning tea (most likely because he has a bit of time up his sleeve since we didn’t need to do the first of a procedure involving the crown!). I let him know that he was welcome!

So, just a delightful morning at the dentist. I got to take a train trip into the city (I actually don’t mind the train), visit a reliable, skilful professional who magically fixed my teeth up and was relieved to know that I only had to pay $200 rather than $2,000+ (for the moment anyway….) for the privilege (and it is a privilege).

So, I just wanted everyone to know, the dentist can be pleasant, even if the work being done is not always. It’s also been worth every cent I have paid to Peter Greer over the years at specialist prices (although, Peter, if you are reading this, I would still appreciate the discount when the time comes to get the crown please……..that’s not a joke by the way…..in case you are reading this…..).

If you live in Brisbane and want an outstanding dentist, go to Dr Peter Greer at BOH Dental. It will be worth it.

…..doesn’t he look friendly….even for a dentist…I mean prosthodontist. For the record, he apparently also likes sailing, windsurfing, woodwork and fishing…..

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Ode to Herb

Herb at 19 Years Old

Herb at 19 Years Old

My father, Kevin Ross Gill, was born on 26 February 1930 and died on the 30 July 2004 aged 76. He married Jill Margaret Chappell on 13 June 1960 and between them they produced four daughters – Kylie Ann, Meredith Christine, Stephanie Louise (that’s me) and Alison Sara. He was a funny fella. He numbered the daughters 1, 2, 3 and 4, used numbers, rather than names when referring to them. It may sound peculiar to the outsider, but it was practical and was endearing.

He had a habit of reciting poetry, such as William Wordsworth’s “Daffodils” spasmodically, for no apparent reason. He also enjoyed making his own little rhymes. A bedtime classic was “Number 1, she is fun, number 2, how are you, number 3, how is she? Number 4, there is no more” referring each of his daughters.

The daughters gained their revenge when they nicknamed him “Herb” after Dorrie’s Evans husband from the 1970s Australian TV saucy soap opera, Number 96. It stuck.

Strangely he lost all his hearing in one ear and 50% in the other ear when he was 27 years old, driving over the Story Bridge. He said it was strange – it was like a “pop” sound. As a result, our house was not a quiet one. We would all virtually have to yell in order for him to hear us and, of course, he couldn’t hear how loud he actually was, so it made for some pretty lively and loud discussion.

He exercised every day of his life, bar one, that I can remember. He had blood poisoning from laying some concrete and was very ill for a day or so, but all other days he could be seem running around the neighbourhood in the early hours of the morning. Actually, it was more reminiscent of the style of the famous potato farmer turned marathon runner, Cliff Young.

He always loved golf which he played since he was 16 and was a member of Gailes Golf Club until her died. After retiring from full time work, he played up to three times a week, walking the course, never using a buggy, even when he was in excruciating pain in the years when he was told he had no cartilage left in his knee. He was told to stop walking. He refused to and the pain went away. He continued walking the course even when he the pain of the pancreatic cancer made it unbearable, playing a few weeks up to his death.

He was a man of principle and lived by the creed that “honesty is the best policy”. He laughed easily, was an optimist and had a great enthusiasm for life. He was often amazed about the great achievements of others and was so grateful to be able to live a healthy life, despite being partial to drinking copious amounts of beer.

Today, if he was still alive, he would have been 83.
Some of his poetry writing rubbed off on me. Below is one of the poems I wrote for him on his 70th birthday. Happy birthday Herb! I love you and miss you. xxxx

Making 70 (by Stephanie Gill – 1999)

Well, you did it. I don’t believe it!
It’s hard to conceive that you made it through;
‘Cause you like a beer and you can hardly hear,
There’s not that much good left of you.

But, good one – congratulations!
Sit back and enjoy the ride
It must’ve been your wonderful daughters
Who got you through to the other side.

No doubt you shall continue
Keeping yourself so very fit,
Daily with the Cliff Young shuffle,
Swinging a club at a ball you occasionally hit.

So, you’re 70 – that’s pretty special,
And from your daughters 4, 3, 2 and 1,
We’d like to take this opportunity
To thank you for pointing out that life’s fun.

It’s interesting retirement has hit you,
We didn’t think it was in your file.
All the more time for your golf game
And increasing your social profile.

So, well done one last time Herb,
Your daughters are quite an array.
And in a chorus of appreciation,
To you we say “Hip Hop Hooray!”

Me and Dad at Downey Park after a National Fastpitch Game 1993

Me and Dad at Downey Park, Brisbane after a National Fastpitch Game 1993

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Clare Lotan

This post is written in memory of Clare Francis Lotan.

Clare was a founding member of Jindalee Jaguars Softball Club in the 1970s, along with her then husband Barry and my parents. I had a lengthy association with Clare, growing up with her family and being friends with her daughters. Clare was a scorer for many Club, regional and state teams I played in. “What’s the score Clare Pear?” I would often ask…..

Clare was never short of an opinion and was always up for a laugh. She was indeed a character. Clare would have been 77 next month.

Tonight I am thinking of you Clare, and your family. Say “hi” to my Dad – your arrival will give him another excuse for a beer….not that he needed any excuse!

Much love and appreciation.

Stephanie x

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Skype

How cool is Skype.  I mean really.  Even though there is the occasional sensation of talking under water or it spontaneously dropping out, who would have thought 20 years ago we would be hopping on our computers and speaking directly to someone on the other end of their computer, or smart phone and it wouldn’t cost anything….well, any extra (above the original cost of the computer, broadband, modem, etc etc!)….it is cool….so cool.  Not only that, sometimes you can even see the other person and show your own mug (ie. mug means face for those non-Australian types).  Now, that’s worth being grateful for.  Not only that, I had a hearing impaired client and we were able to use the chat facility to confirm understanding of things when the translator (I don’t think that’s the right position title for the transcribers for the deaf….none-the-less…..) didn’t quite get it right……VERY COOL!!!!  Thank you  Niklaz Zennstrom from Sweden and Janus Friis from Denmark you cunning Scandinavian types!

Skype is cool

Respect.

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You’re Gorgeous

I want to thank Rob today for making my day.  I don’t know who he is, just that he shops at the same supermarket I do.

I was standing in the juice isle, contemplating whether to buy the tropical or apple and mango juice, when this man walked up to me and said, “Hi, I’m Rob”. (he shook my hand).  “I just have to tell you that you’re gorgeous”.  Now, this was all said with a dead serious face, so I’m assuming it wasn’t done as a dare.

Maybe, I thought, to myself, I should pop a frock and a bit of lippy on more often…..I had just come from a friends party so had made a little effort to run my fingers through my hair so it wasn’t its usual matted mess, and actually had a pair of girly type shoes on – a much diffferent look than what Rob may have found me wearing typically on a Saturday arvo – a pair of daggy track pants or shorts and smelly t-shirt probably slipped on earlier in the day when I did my exercise ….. hmmmm…. nice….and my hair would have normally been thrown up in a knot on the top of my head…..but today, I must have put my best foot forward.

Well, I responded to Rob as he walked away “Thanks!  You made my day” and I continued to examine the juices pleased that I had bothered to have a shower.

As I pondered juice choices, Rob popped back round into the isle….”I know this is a supermarket”, he said, “but is it ok if I ask for your number?”.   Well, now I was feeling a bit special.  Sure he could have been a stalker or serial killer, but it still massaged my ego quite considerably.

“Sorry Rob, I’m married”.  Not strictly true of course, but I was not about to enter into a dialogue to explain the intricacies of my long term de facto relationship.  “Well, he’s a lucky man”, he said as he brushed my arm with the back of his hand and walked away.  “Who was I to argue?”, I thought to myself.

So, thanks Rob.  You made me walk a little taller (I’m only 5 foot two after all) and smile an inner smile as I completed my shopping today.  I may even shower and look in the mirror to brush my hair and put on a little make up before I leave the house next Saturday.

 

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Planes

Amazing invention the aeroplane…

I was at Luna Park and Bondi Beach today, and tonight sit typing this blog post at home in Brisbane.  Why?  Because of the aeroplane – the most wonderful of inventions.  I owe a bunch of gratitude to Orville and Wilbur Wright who, on December 17, 1903, made the first successful experiment in which a machine (aka the aeroplane) carrying a man, rose by its own power.  How amazing is that, just to think of that concept….

It sure is comfortable now too – food, tv, recliner chairs….home in a blink….

Thanks to all the wonderful minds who grew the idea of this amazing flying machine since 1903 to what it is today.  What a mind boggle, what a marvel.

 

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Liz Hepple

I know many of you might not have heard of her, but Elizabeth (Liz) Hepple is a beautiful soul.  She was an Olympic road cyclist and now works at the Queensland Academy of Sport with their Athlete and Career Education program.  She is extremely dedicated to those athletes having a wonderful athlete career and successful lives.  She is a brilliant listener and just one of the sweetest people you will ever meet.

I’m glad to know you Liz!  Thanks for everything you bring to my life.  x

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