Read / December 29th, 2009
ex-mas The tree is packed away without ceremony before it lingers like an unwanted guest, shedding plastic pine needles all over the carpet. The children watch, without helping, but move forward to touch the shiny baubles one last time before they disappear into the garage. As always, there are leftover candy canes, some with masticated ends (the…
Read / December 28th, 2009
Including today, there are only four days left to submit to Miscellaneous Voices: Australian Blog Writing No.1 Yes, for those of you who’ve been following the progress of the project – and have submitted your work, perhaps? – there has been a minor title change, but nothing else – including the criteria or guidelines –…
1. Keira practising on her new scooter. Riley also got one, but I haven’t gotten a photo of him on his yet. Funny, Keira is more confident on this than her bike; Riley is the opposite. 2. This is Riley’s loop-the-loop Hot Wheels, which he adores. 3. This is me pondering my next move of The Amazing…
Image source: Rod the Rabid Rodent I wish you all a lovely, relaxing day. I’ll be back tomorrow.
I have just sent this picture in an email to family and friends – and a great many of you people. We tried to take a nice family shot yesterday afternoon (my sister is holding the camera), however the children were in their witching hour moods (yes, that still happens) and refused to cooperate. So…
We are at one of the bigger shopping centres to put our family’s contribution under the K-Mart Wishing Tree. I pull open the bag and hand one each to the children. Kneeling down, I explain what we are about to do. “We’re donating these presents to other children who don’t have much at Christmas – if anything at…
As I type this the lawn mowers of the neighbourhood are a symphony of groaning engines, punctuated regularly by the sound of small twigs and stones split and crackle as they hit the blades. If I look up I can see dust rise in the wake of each yard’s master as they struggle to cut back their…
So, 2009. The short version? It’s been pretty fucked up. ****** But that sounds so unfair, doesn’t it? Let’s try again. ****** So, 2009. Family Riley began three year old preschool and loved it. Truly and utterly. Then, like Keira, we had to make the decision whether to put him in four year old preschool or…
I was going to try. Really, I was. I was going take a photo of what holiday reading I’ve borrowed from the library. But the kids detected that I was trying to do something productive and decided to ‘help’. And my son’s boot in the camera lense was just one of his bright ideas. Eventually,…
