Do we ever get it right?
What do you include in your life?
Family, friends, work are the first that come to my mind.The environment, good health, cooking, books, gardening, fabric, sewing and a good bottle of wine (I almost forgot!!!) are other items which must be added to my compilation. (As I write, I know there is something missing, a dark shadow looming at the edge of my thoughts........)
In the vain hope of attaining domestic bliss, five different monthly meetings (work and committees) little athletics (summer months) volunteer work(which I still do occasionally) more work whenever they rang(often early morning) have recently been deleted from the 'have to do' list on a regular basis. I am also looking for a new job that will a better fit into my refurbished life.
Unexpected disturbances(read child husband etc.) will impede this latest attempt to have any control but I am learning to say no......
Sometimes......
Suddenly the darkness takes shape, briefly forgotten, never finished and the bane of my domestic life, housework. Maybe tomorrow it will go away.
Thursday 26 April 2007
Wednesday 25 April 2007
It is ANZAC Day
It is pre dawn in Melbourne, a story is being told to 35000 silent people, the atmosphere is one of respect and reflection at the Shrine of Rememberance.
As the ceremony progresses and dawn breaks, there is a change in the mood of the crowd. The emotions are now visible in the surrounding faces and comfort can be found from strangers displaying similar feelings. I stand close of my husband and son and silently hope that all our soldiers have found some sort of peace, in life or death.
We meet up with a close friend for breakfast afterwards and I am somewhat subdued, my thoughts turning to the meaning of ANZAC Day and the questions that war, in any of it's forms throughout history, brings.
As the ceremony progresses and dawn breaks, there is a change in the mood of the crowd. The emotions are now visible in the surrounding faces and comfort can be found from strangers displaying similar feelings. I stand close of my husband and son and silently hope that all our soldiers have found some sort of peace, in life or death.
We meet up with a close friend for breakfast afterwards and I am somewhat subdued, my thoughts turning to the meaning of ANZAC Day and the questions that war, in any of it's forms throughout history, brings.
Sunday 22 April 2007
Saturday 21 April 2007
Rain
Saturdays forecast: cloud increasing chance of thunderstorms 16-21
The bureau of meteorology has forgotten the R word. You won't actually see that word in print anymore on their website.
Maybe they don't for the fear of being engulfed in abuse or maybe they don't want to raise our hopes anymore. Either way, I don't think anyone in Melbourne would actually believe them.We have been disappointed too many times, like a small child who no longer believes everything their parent says.
It's been awhile since we have seen anything vaguely resembling the R word and now we have little water and less hope that our gardens will survive after another dry winter. Lawns have long died off and only the truly obsessed has planted any annuals (petunias etc) in the last year.
This is only a small symptom of a greater problem, we have been in drought for many years now. Even now as the most naive become aware, the federal and state governments are sticking their heads in the sand (which will be all we'll have left soon) and doing little as possible except squabble amongst themselves.Drought has an ever expanding impact on all aspects of our lives.
We may be living in 'The Lucky Country' but we certainly having haven't been looking after it.
The bureau of meteorology has forgotten the R word. You won't actually see that word in print anymore on their website.
Maybe they don't for the fear of being engulfed in abuse or maybe they don't want to raise our hopes anymore. Either way, I don't think anyone in Melbourne would actually believe them.We have been disappointed too many times, like a small child who no longer believes everything their parent says.
It's been awhile since we have seen anything vaguely resembling the R word and now we have little water and less hope that our gardens will survive after another dry winter. Lawns have long died off and only the truly obsessed has planted any annuals (petunias etc) in the last year.
This is only a small symptom of a greater problem, we have been in drought for many years now. Even now as the most naive become aware, the federal and state governments are sticking their heads in the sand (which will be all we'll have left soon) and doing little as possible except squabble amongst themselves.Drought has an ever expanding impact on all aspects of our lives.
We may be living in 'The Lucky Country' but we certainly having haven't been looking after it.
Thursday 19 April 2007
Thursday ?
My day started early, couldn't sleep, sick of dreaming all manner of odd things that made no sense not even to me.
The day started out grey, subdued and peaceful.
Suprisingly it was still warm outside, more like a summer dawn than an autumn one. A group of rosellas bright crimson and blue swept over the backyard landing in the gum tree next door, quietly chattering amongst themselves. A currawong and a magpie greeted the morning in unison making sure we were awake. I hand watered my new plants, still in their tubes, with the run-off from the hot water service mentally organising the day ahead.
A small boy (Frothy) appears at the back door, fuzzy from sleep hair sticking out at odd angles
holding one of his beloved stuffed toys. We hug each other and go into to make breakfast together. The day has started well........
The day started out grey, subdued and peaceful.
Suprisingly it was still warm outside, more like a summer dawn than an autumn one. A group of rosellas bright crimson and blue swept over the backyard landing in the gum tree next door, quietly chattering amongst themselves. A currawong and a magpie greeted the morning in unison making sure we were awake. I hand watered my new plants, still in their tubes, with the run-off from the hot water service mentally organising the day ahead.
A small boy (Frothy) appears at the back door, fuzzy from sleep hair sticking out at odd angles
holding one of his beloved stuffed toys. We hug each other and go into to make breakfast together. The day has started well........
Wednesday 18 April 2007
The world according to the Froth Monster
Let me introduce a major influence on my dyslexia - my son - who henceforth shall be known as Froth Monster.
The Froth Monster is so named for his emergence from a bubble bath one day looking like some previously undiscovered creature. Very pleased with himself, big toothless grin spread fom ear to ear, bright blue eyes shining with laughter.
Seven now, teeth now, faded blue eyes, the laughter of madman in training and a lopsided sense of humour. He has the uncanny ability to infuriate, suprise and delight at any given moment, often all three simultaneously driving both me and my husband to distraction.
Yesterday when we discussed school lunchbox options, his directions were very precise -" a small container of tiny teddy biscuits, not a medium one like today, I don't need that many extras(read junk food), two pieces of fruit and a wrap with exactly the same things in it ...........please" This is the way of the Froth Monster.
The Froth Monster is so named for his emergence from a bubble bath one day looking like some previously undiscovered creature. Very pleased with himself, big toothless grin spread fom ear to ear, bright blue eyes shining with laughter.
Seven now, teeth now, faded blue eyes, the laughter of madman in training and a lopsided sense of humour. He has the uncanny ability to infuriate, suprise and delight at any given moment, often all three simultaneously driving both me and my husband to distraction.
Yesterday when we discussed school lunchbox options, his directions were very precise -" a small container of tiny teddy biscuits, not a medium one like today, I don't need that many extras(read junk food), two pieces of fruit and a wrap with exactly the same things in it ...........please" This is the way of the Froth Monster.
Tuesday 17 April 2007
Begin where you are
Today I have no idea about anything.
I work two eight hour days, Monday and Tuesday, and at least three hours a day for the rest of the working week. The job itself is not difficult either mentally or physically. It's close to home and my sons school but it saps me of me and I often feel disconnected from everyone and everything by Tuesday evening.
Previous attempts of retreating into sleep have failed miserably. I'll certainly be awake again at a very early hour of the morning, feeling even more dispirited.
A promising new book, started last night, is sitting on the table next to me,maybe reading a few pages is something that will renew my enthusiasm for life in general. Here goes........
I work two eight hour days, Monday and Tuesday, and at least three hours a day for the rest of the working week. The job itself is not difficult either mentally or physically. It's close to home and my sons school but it saps me of me and I often feel disconnected from everyone and everything by Tuesday evening.
Previous attempts of retreating into sleep have failed miserably. I'll certainly be awake again at a very early hour of the morning, feeling even more dispirited.
A promising new book, started last night, is sitting on the table next to me,maybe reading a few pages is something that will renew my enthusiasm for life in general. Here goes........
Sunday 15 April 2007
Another day in domestic paradise
Here goes!!!
As for most new bloggers the first entry is not a good indication of where this will all end up but the first post must be written.......
Sunday - the best day of the week
Pretend to sleep late so I qualify for a cup of tea in bed, many thanks to husband who makes this in the vain hope of getting me out of bed before lunchtime. Nice try dear but no cigar.
Eventually I get organised to do my volunteer work at our community plant nursery. This nursery was set up 25 years ago to promote the use of indigenous native plants in local gardens, both commercial and domestic. The area in which I live has only approximately one percent of the original bushland left within it's council boundaries,something which renders me speechless through anger and disbelief.It horrifies me that in such a beautiful part of Victoria, at the base of the Dandenong Ranges,there will nothing left for the next generations to enjoy.
As for most new bloggers the first entry is not a good indication of where this will all end up but the first post must be written.......
Sunday - the best day of the week
Pretend to sleep late so I qualify for a cup of tea in bed, many thanks to husband who makes this in the vain hope of getting me out of bed before lunchtime. Nice try dear but no cigar.
Eventually I get organised to do my volunteer work at our community plant nursery. This nursery was set up 25 years ago to promote the use of indigenous native plants in local gardens, both commercial and domestic. The area in which I live has only approximately one percent of the original bushland left within it's council boundaries,something which renders me speechless through anger and disbelief.It horrifies me that in such a beautiful part of Victoria, at the base of the Dandenong Ranges,there will nothing left for the next generations to enjoy.
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