Happily Imperfect
Happily Imperfect
Gordon McLean
Hi, I’m G. Father, husband, feminist, ally, skeptic, blogger, book reader, geek. Always sarcastic, imperfect, and too cheeky for his own good. He/him. 🏴
Latest Posts
I may — and I retain the right to reverse this decision — be stopping my week notes posts.I find them useful in terms of looking back over the past week to reflect on moments from my life, the media I’ve consumed etc, but by and large...
Life Notes Very busy at work, lots going on so been struggling to find time for any other activities, not read much, not commented on many blogs, just keeping ticking along with my ‘move every day’ target, which has spread to other...
From my brother-in-laws house you can see the smouldering landscape, a thick white smog sitting on the surface of the hills. In the village, fire engines and emergency services remain, whilst life continues around them. We are here for...
I’ve got a lot going on at the moment which means I’ve not been posting here. Big whoop, right. Yeah, work is busy. At home we are in the last week of Jack attending nursery (his last day tomorrow!) and we are spending next week in...
“Patience, my young Padawan” is not actually a line used in any Star Wars movie. It is, however, something that seems to be in dwindling supply online. The prevailing culture is one of everything now. The technology train is leaving for...
Life Notes A two hour cycle (a very long lunch) on Wednesday, ostensibly to go and pick up our dog’s medication from the vet, but also an excuse to get out on my bike in the sunshine. Zwift (indoor) is fine but nothing beats moving!...
Titles are not posts! (See what I did there?) / rant My RSS feeds are increasingly full of posts that are just titles. Some titles are just posts. No additional words, no explanation, no other thought, no verbiage, nothing. A statement...
They’ve been burning for over a week, mostly in a remote area, but the fire still needs dealt with. The wind changed yesterday and so did the fire, and the town of Nethybridge was evacuated last night. The town where my brother-in-law,...
Busy at work, little time to collate any cohesive thoughts into a post. The Commonwealth Games has started in Glasgow. I volunteered in 2018 and had a wonderful time, but the lack of free-to-air TV coverage, and the curtailed list of...
When I focus on my words I take care with them, I choose them deliberately, sometimes to soften things, sometimes to provoke, but it’s rarely by accident. Since I started being a bit more considered with the things I posted here, in...
Bring back the silly.The quick and easy.The nonsense.Make procrastination a reason. Note: this post is for me, it will bore you, it’s about this blog, which is really only of any interest to me as a whole. Perhaps you are interested in a...
Every now and then Becca will shrug her shoulders and say, “We like who we like.” It usually comes up in the middle of some completely ordinary conversation and, almost as quickly as it’s said, we move on. It’s never intended as a grand...
This time it’ll be different, they say. This time it’ll be about the people, they say. This time it’ll be a change for the better, they say. This time the system won’t win, they say. Colour me apathetic. Another PM we didn’t vote for —I...
Life Notes Wednesday morning I took Jack to his swimming lesson. We enrolled him in a week-long course, and Becca has taken him so far, so it was wonderful to watch him actually listening and learning. He loves being active, loves being...
A lovely quiet day. Car washed. Front and back grass cut. A picnic blanket in the shade for a snacky lunch. Some games with Jack. Glorious. The type of day I’ll try and etch in my memory, the softer moments of life are so welcomed and...