We are finally on our way – I hope the boat’s gentle rocking puts me to sleep!
Here’s another little one I’m ultra excited to spend time with over the weekend
Too much excitement – only two more sleeps till we get to hang out together again!
Two of my grandsons (cousins) hanging out in December last year at our last family wedding.
Next week they’re going to be hanging out together again for the next family wedding!
Seriously can’t wait!!
It was my first day at my new (full-time, ongoing, academic) job today. A barrage of information that lasted all morning … then ‘getting settled’ during the afternoon – which meant finding more information, this time on my own.
New jobs are exhausting! Ten hours of newness in one day is quite enough. It’s time for a cuppa … and some flowers, of course!
I wash my hair, towel it dry, shake my head … and it looks like this flower (just not yellow!).
The chrysanthemums were large, diverse, and plentiful at the Bendigo conservatory. Just like the people lining the streets.
On this day 38 years ago, I became a mother for the first time! In some ways it seems like just the other day, but in many (many) more ways it feels like a lifetime ago. I suppose it was – Ben’s lifetime ago!
Ben was the best baby a new mother could have, particularly one as young as I was at the time. He was happy, content, good natured. With his blue eyes and blonde hair, he didn’t exactly take after me – or his father for that matter – but my mother (who has blue eyes and blonde hair) loved it when people mistook him for her son rather than her grandson.
Ben and I had to stay in hospital for ten days after he was born because he was jaundiced. I had to stop breastfeeding him – in those days breast milk was said to make jaundice worse, but I think the thinking has changed on that in the years since. During those ten days, the babies would be brought around at four hourly intervals to be fed – no feeding on demand back then – and they’d be brought round on a four-berth stainless steel cart with four slots in it for the babies. You could go and visit them in the nursery between feeds, but it wasn’t encouraged. When babies slept (or cried out of ear shot) that was the time for mums to rest.
There was a rule that you weren’t allowed to wash your hair for three days after the birth and you weren’t allowed to eat chocolate or peas (no big loss there) – but there was a smoking room for the mums who smoked.
Matrons controlled the nurses with an iron fist and they all wore hats – it really was a different time.
And now Ben is 38. I can remember when I was 38! When I was 38, my eldest grandson, Ben’s eldest son, had just turned two. Ben’s youngest son is about to turn two in a few months’ time. The circle of life!
Here’s Ben with Grandma – he’s not so chubby anymore, but he’s still as cute!!
Happy birthday Ben xxx
Free as a bird!
That’s me right now. Not as in kite surfing, but me as in free as a bird. I am officially between jobs and so am on holidays! Except for teaching … but apart from that, one job finished yesterday and my new one doesn’t start till April 24 … so I could go kite surfing if I wanted to!
They’re such beautifully contemplative places – places of calm and meditation. At least they are for us (my sister and I), as tourists. There are others for whom these spaces mean something entirely different. One space – many different emotional responses.
On one of Sydney’s railway stations, Tim sits in a cloud of communication.
In Sydney’s Hyde Park, Haruki skates in a swarm of controversy.
I asked Haruki (I admit to not knowing his name at this point) to do a jump so I could shoot him in the light bouncing off the War Memorial. An elderly couple (read: older than me) roundly castigated us both – Haruki for skating and ‘potentially killing a small child’, me for ‘encouraging him, particularly as I was old enough to know better’. It was a moment of instant bonding with my new friend Haruki.