Friday, July 30, 2010
In her own mind Ditz has always been a Star. I am so used to her blog name I have been known, on rare occasions, to forget what we actually christened the child & refer to her by her nickname. Mortifying, that's what it is.
Star, like my oldest boy, inherited their father's gorgeous red/blonde hair ~ with gentle wave ~ which Star says makes her shine like Rudolph's red nose ~ or the beacons in the bay. Not something she's thrilled about. She has been after me to let her get her hair cut ~ not something I've been wild about agreeing to. If you'd seen some of her suggestions as to a suitable cut you'd understand why. I am not walking round town with candy pink spikes! OK, not quite that way out but too out there for my 15 year old daughter!
However said child has a birthday coming up & 15 is no longer a child ~ though hardly yet a grown woman, so I cautiously agreed to a cut & style. Cautiously because Star didn't have anything particular in mind but wanted to leave the choice of cut up to our hairdresser. Now our local hairdresser has daughters of her own so I felt fairly sure she wasn't about to given my cherished daughter a buzz cut, spikes, or something involving multiple piercings, a razor & rude words indented on her cranium. Just the same, you do all remember this child is part of a semi professional ensemble which is performing tonight so I was really hoping we wouldn't end up with a disaster that necessitated a serious meltdown on both mother & daughters part.
It turned out rather well ~ though a tad more curly & bouncy than Star wanted. She likes the dead straight look, a look I can assure her from sad experience is no fun at all! All of a sudden she looks terribly grown up. On the other hand Older Irish lad & my Star have birthdays within a day or two of each other & when they are in OZ we always do a joint celebration. This year they want to go paintballing. An activity, sad to say, originally initiated by my child. She has been on~line for days tracking down paintball venues, comparing prices & tweaking dates because both children must be 15, have photo id & signed parental permission to do this. And this is my girly~girl!
The individual previously known by the nome d'plume, Ditz, will henceforth be known as *Star*. Sorry folks. What can I say? It's better than some she's come up with. Love her anyway. ♥
Thursday, July 29, 2010
The straight seams presented no difficulties. It was the hems I just knew would cause trouble so having thought about it I made another trip to the fabric store for some pretty pink matching bias binding & gave Ditz a lesson in the fine art of bias binding & the joy of using it in a difficult situation.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Most Australians are cognizant with the Backhousia ~ or lemon scented myrtle. It is endemic to the sub~tropical rainforests of central & southeastern Queensland & if you haunt the foodies court at the EKKA you will have come across some of the various culinary concoctions & oils made from this plant.
What you probably don't know is who the plant was named for. James Backhouse was an English Quaker who visited Australia in 1832 under a *concern* for the convicts. He had begun his working life in a drug & grocery store but developed tuberculosis & decided an outdoor life would be much better for his health so studied to become a botanist. He & his brother Thomas then purchased a nursery at York & in 1824 he was admitted as a minister in the Society of Friends. Yes, we have ministers ~ people who are acknowledged to have a spoken gift ministry. Elizabeth Fry was also a Quaker minister. As part of her ministry to convicts she ministered to every ship that left the Thames for the colonies in Terras Australis. Quakers have always had a social conscience & a social impact disproportionate to their numbers.
Backhouse traveled & ministered throughout the Australian colonies for 6 years from Hobart in the south to Brisbane in the north. He published A Narrative of a Visit to the Australian Colonies in 1843 discussing the colonies, the Aborigines. the convicts, the social conditions ~ & the botany!
He returned to England in 1841 resuming his nursery & ministry until he died in January of 1869 & was honoured by having the lemon myrtle named for him.
The Backhousia is an evergreen that can grow to 66' in height & gets clusters of creamy white flowers from summer through to autumn. As an oil it can be used for flavouring, as an essential oil or as an insect repellent. Aborigines used it both for cooking & healing. As a *bushfood* the leaves can be crushed & used as a tea, flavouring, or lemon replacement. It can be grown outside its native habitat if care is taken to protect it from frosts while young though it rarely exceeds 16' in height when grown as cultivated plant. After a scraggy adolescence it grows a dense canopy & the scent can fill a garden with its heady aroma.
As an aside & a really random bit of trivia, James Backhouse's son, also a James, grew the first pink daffodil! That's some weird.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Time always slips away faster than we like & despite only seeing our friends briefly every 2 years the rest of life does not go on hold while they are here ~ not that Ditz isn't trying! She is having a more social time than usual. Boys her friends may be, & as they grow up Ditz has been dismayed to find they do not see eye to eye with her on fundamental things, but they are still good friends & manage to get along without squabbles & slights.
Yesterday my friend & I sent both lots of kids across the sea to the movies in Ditz's more than capable hands. They were going to bus in but at the last minute Liddy went too & drove everyone, which I'm sure was less fun but much nicer given the weather was deteriorating fast & becoming totally misery making. They saw the Karate Kid, which Ditz seems to think wasn't worth her hard earned cash, but her choice.
As for Liddy, I am joking that she is sleeping here but we haven't seen too much of her. She is rushing round catching up with church activities & all her various friends. She will return to work at the end of the week for a rest! There is so much coming & going the cats are in a state of constant anxiety & I am overwhelmed with furry love after doing something as ordinary & harmless as dropping someone down to the boat.
Today, however, is a school day & Ditz will not be happy. Her maths has arrived. Worse, having assured the child this is the last year we have to do math I have now been informed it is compulsory for years 11 & 12 as well. When did this change? There must be some way round this. Ditz & I will never manage another 2 years! And as I never tire of pointing out her everyday math skills are excellent. She is the one who works out the cost on sale items & which way to buy offers better value for money. It is the abstract stuff we come apart so spectacularly on & I have ditched plans to do a course in logic given both Ditz & I have no use for algebra. We will try negotiation first, then if that fails we'll see what stubbornness will achieve. I will be so happy when we are done with Ditz's formal education & she can get on with what she does so well: Living Life.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
If you are a Christian chances are Sunday is your day for worship ~ unless you are a Sabbath keeper or Seventh Day Adventist or one of the other denominations who keep the Sabbath, rather than Sunday, holy. If you have kids, if you have a special needs person in your family, if you care for the aged, if...any number of things, the chances are also good that you will arrive at your church building more than a little frazzled & in a state of mind hardly conducive to worship because everyday life doesn't stop just because it is Sunday morning. The baby will still be teething, Gramps will still loose his teeth 5 minutes before he has to get in the car, the 2 year old will still piddle his pants on the way to the car, the car keys will mysteriously disappear from their hook by the door, the car will cough & splutter like a demented old lady & threaten not to start at all, the dog will jump the gate & tear down the street into oblivion...Yeah, you know it's true as well as I do. Sundays are something else.
I spent years sitting up the back of our little church playing zookeeper to a horde of little animals ~ oops, children ~dolling out drinks & snacks while attempting to hold back our own personal Red Sea in the shape of 5 of the most wonderful little people ever to walk the earth, but you know, church was hard for them. They had to sit still. They had to be quiet. The Liturgy went over their heads. And quite often I used to wonder what on earth I thought I was doing & why I even bothered?! Especially when the charming elderly lady informed me we had no business ruining her Sundays by attending her church. Um, but there's only one...
Now scripture enjoins us to meet together in no uncertain terms so the question is not whether we should or not, or even how we do that, but how we prepare to come together as a body & participate in corporate worship. I don't care whether you dance up & down the aisles in a demented frenzy praising & worshiping; I don't care if you work your way formally through the Book of Common Prayer; I don't care if you spend a whole hour in absolute silence meditating on God because these are outer formalities & quite beside the point. Yes, they are.
As with so much of one's Christian experience corporate worship is firstly a matter of the heart. If the Sunday worship service is all you experience of worship you have missed the point ~ completely & utterly. Because Sunday worship is merely a formality, in a sense, of something deeper & more encompassing. If we have grasped who we are in Christ & what we are becoming then we understand deeply & profoundly that all of life is sacred. Out of that sacred centre we live our lives with a grateful & worshipful heart.
That is easy for me to say. I step out my door & God's thumbprints are everywhere. It is easy to be grateful when surrounded by so much natural beauty ~ but I still grump when the car has a flat battery. Paul summed it up concisely: pray constantly. Now I have no idea what exactly Paul had in mind with that admonishment. What I do know is that the more we are focused on God, Christ, the Holy Spirit throughout the week, the harder we listen for that still, small voice, the more often we say a quiet, "Thanks", as we go about our daily tasks, the more we bring to corporate worship.
Corporate worship is less about receiving [anointing, blessing, teaching, exhortation, encouragement] than it is about giving. If we do not focus our hearts & minds throughout the week to think on the things of God, the heart of God, the mind of God, we arrive at church on Sunday empty handed & rob our fellow believers.
Part of the trouble of course is that many denominations have trained their members to be passive. I have news for you. God recruited you into His army & there is no such thing as a passive soldier! Even if you belong to a highly formalised denomination you are not excused from active duty. During the week we are to be training ourselves with the Holy Spirit's help to become more like Christ. Remember Paul says let each bring a psalm or teaching or revelation, interpretation or tongue when we come together. In other words we are to bless each other. How can we do that effectively if we are not seeking God throughout our week? Together we are the body of Christ. Seek out those whom God has placed upon your heart & share what God has revealed to you of His goodness & mercy & lovingkindness.
Wait a minute, I can hear you exclaiming, aren't we meant to be worshipping God? How, I ask you back, can you worship Him on Sunday if you have not worshipped Him throughout your week?
I'll let you in on a little secret, one that many people in formal ministry already know but others sometimes don't. Even when members of a ministry team are unable to meet together to decide on their program if all concerned are actively seeking God the program will flow seamlessly because the Holy Spirit has guided each person! Now expand that. So what if you aren't in formal ministry! You think God only blesses those who are? What, you think He only talks to the formal team?! It's not true, you know! If every person in a church is seeking God throughout their week, worshipping Him, praising Him, actively practising an awareness of His presence in every aspect of their lives hearts are prepared for the ministry of the Holy Spirit on Sunday.
There is another aspect to this too, churches inevitably being made up of fallible, sinful human beings like you & me. When we live our whole lives as that *living sacrifice* [which is another name for worship] we are far better prepared to extend grace & mercy to our brothers & sisters in Christ & the petty things that can fray & fret at the very fabric of church life fade into insignificance. I am not talking here of unrepentant sin within the body, which can destroy a church; we are not to tolerate or condone blatant & unrepentant sin. I am referring merely to the difficulties of rubbing along with people very different to us.
Worship is not a once a week activity. The very air we breathe should be one of praise & worship. I learnt the power of this when I was called to speak to a body of believers. If you read here you know how garrulous I can be. Hard to shut me up really. I can rabbit on forever with no trouble at all. Thank God I didn't try that! Rather I found myself locked in a battle ground seeking the Lord for His perspective. His word. His thoughts. His perception as to what His people needed to hear. It shattered me in ways I would never have imagined. It changed my heart completely. Despite the fact that I can no longer worship with this body of believers I cannot ever think of them except with a heart of love & mercy. And that is the point, really. Worship changes us, brings us into the very presence of God, & before that throne every knee must bow & very tongue confess that Jesus is Lord.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
While I was off~line alecat @ Serenades & Solace gave me an award. Being the egocentric person I am I get a kick out of getting awards. Needy, that's what I am. Stroke me the right way & I'll purr all day for you! If you haven't yet met alecat do pop over & have a read. Not only is there always something fascinating & unusual to read at alecat's but she is one of the more creative & artistic homeschoolers I've been fortunate enough to meet! And she's musical. When Ditz is driving me nuts I go over there & read & console myself that one day Ditz too may be serene & mature so that her music blesses all who know her. A girl can dream, can't she?
I've done a few of these now so it is challenging to come up with 7 less obvious things people don't know about me. So here goes!
1. I've abseiled over a waterfall. My mother always taught me to be polite & thoughtful so I politely & thoughtfully waited while all these big lumps of boys shot over the waterfall & plummeted the last few feet into the pool at the bottom of the rock face. This might have been polite & thoughtful but it wasn't smart. Wet rope swells. By the time my 7 stone nothing began the descent the rope was waterlogged & clogged the crabs [what the rope goes through when you abseil.] When I hit the overhang & no longer had anything to bounce off I stuck ~ 80 feet in the air jiggling about like a spider on the end of its silken thread. Obviously, since I am writing this, I didn't stay stuck, but it was a hairy 20 minutes.
2. I have only ever once been a bridesmaid. The cousin who shares my birthday & I were bridesmaids together at our favourite cousin's wedding ~ as she had always promised. I lived in N.S.W at the time & had to fly up to QLD alone because my dad couldn't get holidays. It always reminds me how important it is adults keep promises to children. For reasons I have forgotten I desperately wanted to be bridesmaid for this particular cousin. I cherished my *bridesmaid gift* for years, until it literally fell apart.
3. I talk odd. As a child I was always being asked what part of England I came from & I got tired of explaining I really truly was a born & bred Aussie. Now my girls get asked where their accent is from. Liddy finds it funny; Ditz less so.
4. I can't do accents. Or rather I do them rather too well. I automatically mimic any accent I hear. Can't help it. Hysterical when I was doing drama at college, not so good day to day. People think I am taking the micky when actually I'm not.
5. I grew up in a house named Bungawitta ~ Aboriginal for home of the possum ~ & yes, we had plenty of possums. They would race along the rooftop at night & every so often there would be the most unearthly screech when one overshot the mark & hurtled into the dark! Mum used to feed them & tells the most charming story about mama possum. One evening mum opened the back door to a soft knock, most irate to find no~one there. The knock came again. Thinking it was one of my brothers playing tricks she wrenched the door open prepared to give them a blast to find mama possum proudly sitting in the light to show of her brand new baby! Even wild animals know who their friends are.
6. I was never going to have children. No need to count. I have 5.
7. I was an athletic child ~ but why run when you can read? Now if you could run & read at the same time I might be more interested in exercise!
And for the beautiful bloggers...:
A Peaceful Day. Interesting lady & she writes wonderfully!
Keep Calm & Carry on. A variety of interesting & witty posts ~ & she does some glorious photographs too!
Jo @ Stop..have a chat; Art posts Wednesdays, introducing lovely & little known artists. Cat fancier; there's no higher praise! ☺
Amanda @My Secret Garden:some treasures buried in here.
& last but not least, Blessed to be my kids mum. yankee~doodle dandy in New Zealand. Have to feel for her. For all the similarities *Down Under* is a whole different world!
We had promised to make the long drive out to Rathdowney to pick up the girl for a 5 day break.
We made a day of it. Poor old Ditz was navigator. I handed her the sheaf of papers downloaded from the RACQ site & we headed off rather apprehensively. It's reached the point where we sort of expect to get lost. Being Big Picture thinkers we don't follow point by point directions well but this time Ditz did really well even though we took a route we'd never been on before. Liddy just shook her head & said, "Trust you two!"
Liddy shouted us lunch at Rathlogan Grove amidst their 1200 olive trees. I love olives trees! They have such interesting leaves. This was a very substantial lunch right on top of morning tea & a long drive so I'm afraid we didn't really do it justice but the surrounds were lovely & we sat outside in the sunshine consuming one steak sandwich with an iced chocolate
[Liddy], one grilled chicken & salad sandwich with an iced coffee [me] & a grilled chicken & salad with lime milkshake [Ditz].
Thursday, July 22, 2010
I need to say right up front that I rarely attend Meeting so my experience of corporate worship is limited ~ & my Meeting is really small, barely half a dozen people. Firstly my closest meeting is some distance away & very difficult for me to get to. Secondly it clashes with other commitments I have on Sunday & those other commitments are where I feel the Lord would have me on Sunday. Thirdly, the blessing of Quaker worship is that one does not need to be physically present to participate. It is better, but not necessary.
Every Meeting I have attended has been unprogrammed. This means there is no order of service. There is no designated time for music or preaching. The Meeting unfolds as the Spirit leads. If you attend a more regular service I'm sure this sounds weird & chaotic but in fact it is never anything but orderly & restful.
The Meeting hall is always very plain & simple, completely unadorned in any way so creates no distractions. Mind you, on a nice day the Meeting is just as likely to pick up their chairs & cart them outside for worship.
Now I am sure you are used to arriving at church & everyone is standing around chatting before they move into the church. They may even be chatting in the church. The organ may be playing some quiet hymn, or if you belong to a more progressive church guitars & drums will be warming up near the sanctuary. This is not the case as Quakers arrive for Meeting, not in my experience. Quakers arrive silently, already preparing to centre down & enter into the presence of God. Each arrival moves quietly so as to cause as little disruption as possible, quietly takes a seat & begins preparing their heart for worship. My Meeting has no littlies so I do not know from experience how that affects worship.
When everyone is gathered an elder leads the people into worship simply by bowing their head & closing their eyes. Not everyone will immediately do this. Some people will read for a while, either their bible or a devotional or some other inspirational book or pamphlet. People are also likely to do this at any point throughout the hour of worship.
I have spoken elsewhere of the different stages one moves through in silent worship. At some point the leader may invite anyone who has a word from God to speak, or someone inspired by the spirit will speak or sing or read a verse of scripture but most Meetings will pass the entire hour in complete silence.
How, I can hear you all asking, can you worship together when there is no set program that everyone is following? No songs to sing? No prayers all will pray together? In my experience, I need to keep saying that because it can be different for everyone & I dare not speak for another on this issue, the silence is what binds. How to explain?
Silent worship is a discipline. Well, it should be. There is a rythmn to it just as there is a rythmn to the Catholic liturgy or a Baptist gathering or Charismatic worship. Times aren't set in stone but the flow goes something like this. The first 10 minutes or so everyone is settling down. You are aware of lots of little movements as people's minds try & discard all the everyday clutter we carry around with us. Every little noise is a distraction. Gradually this dies away & you sense a shift in the tone of the Meeting. People's bodies are quieter. You can literally feel people centering down, entering more deeply into the silence, & as they go deeper the silence envelopes everyone drawing everyone together into the very presence of God ~ whoever or whatever they concieve him to be. This is how leadership can *take the sense of a Meeting* when something is to be voted on. Silence is tangible. It literally has weight & substance.
It is at this point God will often speak. I get all sorts of things once I am here: songs of praise & worship, answers to problems, a timely word of encouragement or discipline, messages for others, scripture verses, images, a sense of the real presence of God. It is out of this silence that anyone who has a message to share with the Meeting speaks.
Gradually people shift out of the silence & become aware of the noises & movements around them again until the whole Meeting is present. The leader will turn & shake hands with the person closest to him, signifying meeting is over. Hands will be shaken & only then will conversations start up ~ usually quietly. Not everyone moves through the stages at the same pace. The beauty of this style of worship is how it accomodates each individual while maintaining unity. I know the time my Meeting meets & when I am able I can participate even though not physically present. There are no barriers to God.
Here you will find another's perspective on what happens during Quaker worship & it's practise. Those of you who practise silence as a way of worship please feel free to contribute your experiences in the comments section for the edification of us all.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Last week I took myself over to the mainland & a very nice lady slathered my joints with gunk, rolled her scanner thingammy around in the gunk, poked & prodded & pushed & pummelled my poor shoulder then announced I had a *stiff joint* & how long had it been bothering me?! Makes you wonder about the medical profession doesn't it.
I dutifully took all the pretty B&W pics they gave me back to our own medico, who didn't look at them, merely read the report & announced what I had already told him ~ my shoulder hurts! Yeah, well.... Honestly. Anyway he wants to shove a dirty great needle in there. Serious meltdown on my part but he promises if they can get the swelling down I can go & do something useful like have Bowens on it ~ which is far more my thing than dirty great needles. They always say it won't hurt; I won't feel a thing & it is never true. It hurts; I feel it & I get huge bruises from their promises. I am NOT looking forward to this one, not even in the dubious event I will be pain free.
Erratic as we are, Ditz & I are getting some school work done. The first attempt was as much to orientate me as Ditz. I am not really a sewer & certainly not a confident one. Just reading the instructions is mammoth. I'm an English Lit major & 1/2 the instructions don't make sense. Hence choosing something really, really simple for starters.
Four hours locked in a car with Ditz & this is what you get....
...with the camera.
For posterity. I'm sure her kids will be proud.
Yep, life went on as usual but nowhere near as much fun when you can't share.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Just a quickie to say we are back up & running now that a very dear friend has shot Trouble ~ hopefully quite dead. I am suffering serious withdrawals but today is Wednesday & Wednesday, as you all know, is choir day so Ditz & I are about to depart for places over the water. Regular programming will resume shortly. Lots has been happening ~ besides computer issues. I must say, I am super happy to be back on~line. ♥♥♥
Monday, July 12, 2010
We had one of those days when you're just glad not to be pushing up the daisies. Seriously. We've had an unusually wet, cold, old winter but today the sun poured down like honey. It was springlike & the birds celebrated. The cats basked in the pools of sunlight until their fur was too hot to touch. Ditz & I took her work onto the verandah's dappled light while birds dunked in & out of the birdbath & shook themselves in paroxyms of joy.
The sun gradually receeded with the tide leaving the sea grass beds exposed. The last of the light glinted of the leaf tips & the world grew colder, sharp with brine & mud & the lingering aftertaste of rich sunlight. Wouldn't have missed it for worlds!
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
The haberdashers. You remember the haberdashers. Every department store had one, once upon a time. There you could buy by the yard [it was sold by the yard back then] lengths of pretty & interesting material for summer dresses, skirts, blouses, winter coats, warm flannelet for jammies, crisp linen for that chic work skirt, satin for girl's party frocks, silk ~ well, just because. One needs no excuses for silk. Whatever happened to the haberdashers?
You see we need one. This term Ditz is sewing. Not that I'm any seamstress. That designation belongs to my mother, who is quite extraordinary, but I can sew a straight seam. If pushed I can turn a crotch. Extra patience is needed for collars & button holes but I can manage if I must. I don't have my mother's eye for detail or an obsession with perfection ~ possibly a good thing when teaching a child to sew.
In the entire shire there is just one place I can buy material ~ plus those other essentials of a well turned out seamstress: spare needles; thread; elastic; patterns; pretty ribbons, lace, bias binding; I do not make my own bias binding! At least there is one place. Unfortunately that seriously limited our choice of materials. It was pink ~ or ...pink. We aren't pink girls.
I said, I did say, didn't I? I'm not really a seamstress so I squashed Ditz's visions of *that nifty little number with the full skirt & a train for gala concerts*! No way, Hosea! "Girl", I said, "you need to learn the basics before we tackle anything that big" ~ & if I have my way I'm packing child, pattern & gloriously shiny material off to my mother to do battle with! But I digress.
Ditz's idea of *something simple* was boxers & flannel bottoms. Hmmm. I can actually do shorts so I agreed, having limited Ditz's choice of patterns to either Butterick or Simplicity ~ two firms I know make their instructions super easy & clear & who's patterns don't cost an arm & a leg. As stated, our choice of material was pink...or pink. We will start with the flannelet. Nice long seams to practice on & material that won't slide all over the place. If that is reasonably successful I will let her loose on the shiny fabric she wants for her boxers.
Dear & beloved readers, pray for us, now & in the hour of our need. I think extra doses of patience will be needed this term. On the plus side, Ditz has actually chosen to do this...
Thursday, July 8, 2010
And now for the news I know you're all dying to hear....! Drum roll, please. The cats survived without me! Not well, by all accounts, & Dearest had his problems as the days waned & we still hadn't returned home. Marlow in particular, who is quite needy but reserved about asking for a cuddle [would never believe it from this pic! lol] was starting to think I'd gone for good. Yes, he has been in my lap a good bit since I've been home. Kirby, who is outwardly a little more independent & has always gone to Dearest as well as me for cuddles has shown his relief by holding me down with one paw & attempting to groom me. I object rather strenuously to having my face licked by a cat! He has been sidling up in the middle of the night too.
Guess I was missed.
And it never rains but it pours. I was returning from my shoulder scan & feeling rather sorry for myself because my poor shoulder had been pushed & pummelled & then I arrived at the jetty just in time to watch the boat pull out without me! Nothing makes me wilder. It is a very depressing sight. It was bitter cold too & I knew I had a 1/2 hour wait for the next boat but God is good. As I was feeling terribly sorry for myself a voice wildly flavoured with Gaelic vowels hailed me. There on the jetty, having also just missed a boat & fresh off the plane from Dublin, was my very Irish friend! The half hour wait was nowhere near long enough.
We have plans. Oh, yes, we have plans. Ditz has been anxiously waiting to hear if Sile thought they were all old enough to go alone to the movies. I'd said ok if it was ok with Sile. Alone is not good but a responsible group is fine. We have a yes. Ditz is so excited. The older two want to try paintballing. We want to take them out to Liddy & her alpacas for the day. They want to take Ditz to the EKKA [country fair] & overnight on the Gold Coast. Somewhere in there there is schooling but Ditz doesn't want to know.
Then Liddy invited us to the farm for a week. No can do. The cats would never survive another separation so soon & while 6 weeks seems like forever we know from past sad experience how quickly the time will slip away & our friends will be gone for another 2 years.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Our small family has shrunk so much in recent years & we each know there are no guarantees. We hope there will be many more shared times together ~ but there are no assurances that this will be so.
Not that ma & I are the noisy sorts. Often we are each immersed in our book, cuppa to hand, but the shared quiet, Pixie snoring contentedly in whichever lap will accommodate her, the sound of Ditz singing through the empty rooms, the water feature gurgling softly in the background ~ the small things are the very weft & warp of time itself. Life is made of the small moments.My mother has a knack for managing the everyday beautifully: the well appointed table; flowers in a cut glass vase on the dressing table; hand made soaps in pottery dishes in the guest bathroom, pretty hand towels. It's not always easy to make time in our schedule to head north for a day or two. Ours is a large, noisy & disorganised household prone to sudden & complicated changes of plan & a day or two of any of us can systematically ruin my mother's well regulated life. Liddy hikes her up Mt Coolum & for miles along the beach. Ditz provides constant music but my mother has no say in the programming. I invariably abscond with the book my mother is currently reading, having picked it up to browse & slowly submerged. For a brief moment our lives touch then spin apart again. The phone is not the same; it doesn't hug back ~ but the love never changes. It is the same yesterday, today, forever. ♥
So what did we do while we were away? Well, we wandered up to the Leisure Centre to look at the most recent artwork: some rather good, some simply awful & the occasional stroke of pure genius.
However, to my mother's bemusement, I managed to completely miss the Gateway Bridge on our way north to her. Who knows how. Neither Ditz nor I have a clue. Instead we meandered through the stony heart of Brisbane & through the Clem Tunnel! As I hyperventelated begging Ditz to stay alert & make sure I was still heading north, Ditz cheerfully fed me a steady diet of rasberry drops. "Breath, mother. I think you need another raspberry drop." By the time we were actually on the highway I was probably overdosed on sugar & a serious danger to myself & everyone else.
I have decided the difference between Lid & I is Lid is detail oriented like my mother & Ditz & I are big picture thinkers. That we took the long way round didn't faze either of us. We got to look at some new scenery & found suburbs I didn't even know existed. I would, however, like to know how where we went wrong. Ditz agrees with me that there are 2 turns off Old Cleveland Road & we take the 2nd ~ which apparently is not what the map says. Given we didn't look at a map we wouldn't know. I do know we didn't do what we should have but we got there safely in the end & we were always meandering in the right general direction. It's only the specifics that do us in ~ each & every time!
Friday, July 2, 2010
I did, however, become a fan of the A~Team. It was quirky. Howling Mad Murdock was my man. I had an affinity with someone who owned an imaginary dog & was so attached to him he had him run beside B.A's van on an imaginary leash because B.A wasn't having no imaginary animals in his van. I have a feeling Liddy would sympathise with that sentiment. Howling Mad had the best lines, always so surprised to be caught out & the sight of him with a thumb out attempting to hitch a ride with a jumbo jet still makes me smile.
Somewhere along the way someone brought the dvds into the house ~ probably me though I don't actually remember doing so ~ & strangely enough Ditz was charmed. She likes things getting blown up ~ & yes, she's a Mythbusters fan! When she heard they were redoing the show as a movie she was charmed.
I believe Dirk Benedict, who played the original Faceman, assessed they would screw up the remake. I think he got it right. There were certain elements in the original that enabled you to suspend reality for the duration of the show ~ mostly because no~one at all took it seriously ~certainly not the actors & certainly no~one expected a viewer to. It was fun silliness, silly fun, often quirky & even more often hilarious.
Ditz lacks for discrimination but I indulged her. After all, Liam Neeson is hot ~ an observation that elicited: "Muuum! You're married. To my father! Eeew!" I think that's what I missed. The movie wasn't funny. It took itself way too seriously but lacked the necessary depth of character & story~line to actually be taken seriously. Ah, well. Ditz was happy. Just about everything got blown up.