Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Sam's comment on the previous blog post reminded me of some photos I'd seen recently of myself as a toddler, where I saw hints of the boys looking back at me....
Check out my knife handling skills, and my gorgeous mum in her swimming costume! Also , I like the look of my great-grandmother here (Dad's side) ... I have inherited the capacity for the 'dark look' as we call it in our family...ie. angry look!
Aw, thanks mum and dad for looking after us 4! I know what it takes now!!
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Looks harmless enough doesn't it...
Except it's NOT
A darkness looms....I sense it's to the left...yes, THERE, to the left. The caged area. Black ground. The place they told me to avoid alone. To never go there, without shoes
Both inside one house...
And outside another,
People were idly busy. Preoccupied. Doing their own thing. Minding their own business....Enjoying themselves!
It was nobody's fault but my own. I know that now......too late.
People were relaxing
...playing, reading...ah, the joy and beauty of holiday occupation
Some were in nearby, strange orchard lands...
Others, seen, huddled by pop up cots.
Father and son time...do you see? (If only it could have been me)
People were working on their physiques, or on their fashion,
Sweating by the pool.
....And me? Where was I?
Alright, I confess. I went there alone. I walked the stones to the tennis court with the thick asphalt floor. It's teeth bit my feet.
I stubbed my toe!
At night I feel the remorse.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Two wonderful women turn 90 this year...Aunty Ruby and Omi. Here they are with Eddie, back in 2006, at Dave and Julie's wedding. Thank you lovely ladies for being such models of faith, and integrity for me...and also, for all the prayers. I love you.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Tom, reading the boys some nursery rhymes, from a book illustrated by Alex Scheffler.
'As I was going to St. Ives I met a man
with seven wives,
Each wife had seven sacks, each sack
had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits: kits, cats,
sacks and wives,
How many were going to St. Ives?'
After a few crazy guesses, they had a think...and got the answer right!