Sunday, November 30, 2008

OK, so I am almost human and free...
Life has been uber busy the past month.
However, I am just about finished my end of year school reports, and then it all winds down a little.
Below is a photo my sister took of me yesterday selling stuff at the North Epping Village Fair. I should be able to put some items back up on Etsy soon too.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Lightning Strike
Last Friday night we had a fairly impressive electrical storm.
One that had us all quivering with fear at one point. Somewhere very close by was hit. The noise was incredible.
As a result, my modem was fried. And worse, part of my computer.
Oh dear.
I now have a new modem and am back online. The technician pointed out that it could be time to update my hard drive however.... I wonder how long I can stretch it out???

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Remembrance Day
Today is Remembrance Day in Australia.
Kate has a moving story about Simpson and his donkey here.

The Flanders poppy has been a part of Armistice or Remembrance Day ritual since the early 1920s and is also increasingly being used as part of ANZAC Day observances. During the First World War, red poppies were seen to be among the first living plants that sprouted from the devastation of the battlefields of northern France and Belgium. Soldiers' folklore had it that the poppies were vivid red from having been nurtured in ground drenched with the blood of their comrades. The sight of the poppies on the battlefield at Ypres in 1915 moved Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae to write the poem In Flanders Fields.

(Australian War Memorial)

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead.
Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Lt.-Col. John McCrae

Sunday, November 09, 2008

Now We Are Six!
When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three,
I was hardly me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five,
I was just alive.
But now I am Six,
I'm as clever as clever,
So I think I'll be six now,
For ever and ever.
A A Milne (1927)

Oliver had a much anticipated, exciting (but tiring) day yesterday, celebrating his birthday with his friends.
The venue? A putt putt golf course.

I looked at Oliver this morning during church. He had fallen asleep on my lap as he was very tired. Eventually he decided to stretch out along 3 seats beside me. I realised how tall he had become, and how much he has grown up this year. My little boy is no longer my little boy!
I was 34 when I had him, and that seems such a long time ago now. I'm feeling a bit weepy about it today...

Saturday, November 01, 2008

School Camp
I have just been away on camp with 120 Year 5 & 6 students.
I thought I would share some photos.
We stayed at a place called Cooba, 5 hours south of Sydney. You can see the effects of drought in these pictures taken around the property.There was a ropes course the kids had fun climbing and balancing over and through.And archery. I had not used a bow and arrow since my days of camp as a student. My arm was incredibly bruised after my effort with the bow. However, despite my poor technique, I did hit the bullseye twice, and pop a balloon tied to a target.We rode a chairlift at Thredbo, in the Snowy Mountains.
We walked and walked and walked.The kids (and teachers) had fun in the remains of some snow.