Monday, December 31, 2007

family for christmas






















its been a great christmas holiday time, with Hayden and Megan staying with us, prior to their relocation in London, early in the new year..






Sunday, November 25, 2007

I got a gift today..


..i got a gift today.. when i attended an 8 year olds party.. first of all GO HERE to read about my party invitation..

..so i attended the party.. a good half hour drive from home, on a sunday.. but i wanted to attend..

..i knew what to buy this child.. she likes dress ups and girls gear.. so Rasta and i bought a bag full of stickers and rubbers.. pens and fancy paper.. some hair things.. and a lil key tag that said 'J', so she knew it was especially for her..

..when i arrived, her 2 sisters were already there.. as well as one school friend and a neighbourhood child.. there were present wrappings everywhere.. and i knew she was high.. on the delicious energy that comes with being eight.. and having a day where its allowed to be 'all about me'.. my present merged in with all the others.. but that was fine..

..soon, all the party guests were invited downstairs.. to a room prepared with streamers and balloons..

..there were lots of adults at this party.. and i wondered who they were.. and then i got an introduction to the male carers dad.. ..an older man, full of small talk and good humour.. he just chatted away and i nodded and smiled.. then he said...'so my son is adopted - did you know", I said 'no' ..

..he then told the story of how he and his wife had first adopted 2 baby girls and that was all that was allowed.. the limit was two... but then, his story continued.. we wanted another, so our son came to us when he was 7 years old, because there were always plenty of older children available for adoption back then..

..it was then that i realised.. why, in this family, this little foster girl, could be a princess.. in this family, kids are not home grown.. ..they are used to kids wondering in and finding a place to belong.. ..and she was 7 also, when she first arrived.. ..there were lots of adults at the party.. aunties and cousins.. all eager to celebrate 'J's' birthday.. like family does..

..if i didnt know better.. i would think that the goddess chose this speical home for 'J' .. a place to grow up in, as a princess.. a place to grow a bunch of happy memories to keep.. ..as if the goddess chose this family alone, to see 'J's" specialness and sweet ways..

..my gift.. to understand why this family has embraced a difficult to place child.. as if she is a treasure... ..it was worth the drive..

Mace

A win of sorts..


Saturday 24 November 2007 will be recorded as the day that friends, Alisia and Shel announced their pregnancy and the day that Labor was voted into office federally..


..we have a new Labor govt, headed by Kevin Rudd.. our local member as it happens !!


..Labor have no plans to recognise same sex headed families among other families in Oz.. there is no plan on their part to amend The Marriage Act 1961 (Cth) to apply to same sex couples as well as different sex couples..


BUT, the Labor Party is generally less conservative and has campaigned to amend other legislation that disadvantages GLBTQI people.. its a big cheer and a turning of a corner.. not a victory for GLBTQI people or same sex headed fams just yet.. but its still a BIG CHEER .. wOO hOO !!


Mace

Saturday, November 24, 2007

..eight years old..


..eight years old.. without much magic.. how sad can you be..
..eight years old.. in foster care.. separated from family.. mother, father and siblings as well..
..eight years old and tomorrow is your birthday.. and your having your first party ever.. !!
..the carer has invited your 2 sisters and your brother..
.. thank you for inviting me too.. i hope it will be your best party ever !! ..and something to add to your new collection of happy memories..
Mace
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Teddy Bear Biscuits

Prep Time
Cook Time
Serves
20 mins
20 mins
14
Ingredients
250g unsalted butter, at room temperature, chopped
1 cup caster sugar
2 eggs
2 / 3 cup desiccated coconut
3 cups self-raising flour
2 tblsps cocoa powder, sifted
1 / 4 cup Dark Choc Melts, melted
Mini M&Ms, to decorate
1. Beat butter and sugar in a small bowl with an electric mixer until light and fluffy. Add eggs, one at a time, beating until combined. Stir in coconut and flour to form a smooth dough. 2. Divide dough in half. Place one half in a bowl and stir in sifted cocoa to make chocolate dough.3. To make bear heads, roll 14 level tblsps of light dough into balls. Place, 6cm apart, onto two large oven trays lined with baking paper. Using your hands, gently push down balls to flatten slightly. 4. To make bear bodies, roll 14 level tblsps of chocolate dough into balls. Place against heads and gently push down to flatten slightly. 5. Roll 56 level tsps, from both doughs, into balls. Place against bear bodies to represent arms and legs. Roll 28 level?1 / 2?tsps, from both doughs, into balls. Place against bear heads to represent ears.6. Cook biscuits, one tray at a time, in a moderate oven (180C) for about 15 to 20 minutes, or until cooked through. Cool bears on trays.7. To decorate bears, pour dark chocolate into a small snap-lock bag, squeeze into one corner, twist bag and snip tip. Attach mini M&Ms with melted chocolate to represent eyes. Pipe on chocolate nose and mouth. Put aside to set.

..i have to record this somewhere..


..if you've read an earlier post 'I was asleep when it happened', i am pleased to be able to say, that this mother has her two youngest children home with her now.. and one other, older girl is working her way home.. three out of the surviving four children.. its a good outcome.. ..i am pleased to have been able to encourage and pursue this result for the family.. and i look forward to doing the Court work to reverse the Long Term Guardianship Order that the older girl is currently subject to.. .. a fine outcome..
Mace


..on the road..




..you know how, sometimes some event happens and then everything changes.. a major event or change of circumstances in your life.. and then you can never go back.. you turn around, and the past is already filed away.. no longer real but a memory in your mind..




..there have been several moments in my life when just such a thing has occurred.. often it has involved a change of relationship or a shift to a new location.. this time, its involved a new location and a new job..




..i am getting better at predicting these shifts in time and place.. but sometimes it happens and i still get a surprise.. ..this time, when Rasta and I moved to Brisbane.. it happened suddenly.. without forethought or planning.. ..i got the sense we were leaving more than a city and our house.. we were leaving a moment in time.. forever... ..although i knew it.. i was unable to prevent it from occurring.. and so we slipped into the next frame of our lives..




..and i couldnt be happier with what the goddess has given us this time..




..a sustaining and sustainable relationship.. with a clever and challenging partner.. (thank you goddess for knowing me so well :)




..a job that is so much more.. there are no seams between what i do for my job and how i spend the rest of my time.. ..i am friends with my work colleagues.. i bring my work home.. ..i dont do it for the money it provides.. ..my rewards are so much greater than that.. ..the money makes it possible to do the job i find so compelling and rewarding..




..an alive city .. and living at the heart.. ..and all the future prospects.. yet to unfold.. life feels alive with promise and i think it would be hard to stop from jumping out of my skin with excitement.. if i werent so damned content..


thank you goddess.. Mace..

foot note : i think it is ironic that i wrote about great changes in life.. those dayz when a shift occurs and you're transported to another time .. and when you turn around, the place you were before, is no longer there.. its already vanished into history.. recorded on a page but no longer able to be relived.. ..good bye Mr Howard.. i turned around.. and you were no longer there.. how lucky for Oz.. !!

Thanks Giving..



  • for my good health (despite recently having broken a bone in my foot)

  • for my job .. that really does seem more managable, almost one year into it !!

  • for my partner and lover.. both the sweet essence and the spice of my life..

  • for my children.. ppl i've known and loved and watched over for all of their lives.. and I will continue to for the rest of mine..

  • for my parents.. who taught me how to love unconditionally.. they know no other way to be..

  • for my life path.. so rich and varied.. and full of promise..

  • for opportunity.. to love... to study to learn from each day..

  • for the ability to see promise in whatever the goddess serves up..

  • the prize - is in the realisation of the value of the gift.. the gift of life..

..how lucky am i... Mace



Friday, October 12, 2007

My 51st Year.. the picture view..

hangin' out with my best grrl in West End, Brisbane.. ..she really is amazing.. but you know that.. she is the glue in our relationship.. ..so good at organising.. ..and looking after me.. :)
We love were we live in Brisbane.. close to city and river.. ..most dayz i get to walk.. sometimes i take work and read on the Goodwill footbridge that straddles the Brissie River..

Hayden came to visit and then went to live in Berlin.. and then came home again.. for awhile.. i am looking forward to meeting his new grrl at xams time..

Prue got sick and i went to visit her in Sydney ..

Mum and Dad visited for a month and stayed at Burleigh.. then dad got sick and was in hospital, soon after their return to Adelaide.. ..now making a recovery..

Hanging out with my work buddies is a bonus.. the PodPeople..
My work has been an unexpected enrichment.. the people .. the work.. the challenges..

good mates visit from down south.. thanks for your company Kat and Tiff..
..thank you goddess for a great 51st year..
there have been some sad dayz.. but overall.. this year has been a goody.. and you cant grumble about that..
Rasta and I are looking forward to some big changes new year..
a new job for Rasta.. ..maybe part time.. ..the beginnings of our foster family..
..maybe a new house in the suburbs of Brisbane.. and maybe an acreage property.. some chooks.. maybe even a horse !!
i'm going back to study.. beginning in the summer semester.. with Constitutional Law.. bring it on.. :)
so happy b'day to me... on the 14th October.. (i know at least one person who shares this b'day with me.. so happy b'day to you too :)
Mace

Monday, September 03, 2007

a poem for Dad..


Where do you find the faith… ??

what life experiences can you draw on.. to help you see your way..

..you’ve walked down many paths..

..the path of a child in the Depression years..

..the path of a young lad in war times..

..the path of a young husband.. ..in a country town..

..the path of a father..

..the family man who moved to the city in the 60’s..

..the father of teenagers.. and of grown children now..

..you have walked a long way.. on a path with treasures..

..a loving grandfather.. and great grandfather..

..i am sure you will find everything you need as you continue on your path..

..you just need to draw on the wisdom you have grown over time..

..the calmness that comes from knowing the seasons well..

..the patience that comes from a lifetime of learning to wait..

..the peace of mind earned by a job well done..

.. i am sure you will find all the faith you need.. as you continue on your path..

..i am walking with you..

Saturday, August 18, 2007

..I was asleep when it happened..


i was asleep when it happened

....but i've not slept well since....i forget sometimes and say, 'she is my fifth',


..always too late, i realise the secret i've shared..

when i see puzzlement on the faces of those that have heard..


..you see it in the news or on tv..

a life changing event, well it happened to me..

..i was asleep at the time..


..i was asleep at the time, when it happened to me..


..you see, my third baby died by shaking..

i was asleep at the time..

when it happened to me..


..i lost everything that day..

not least my young baby but the list goes on..


..i lost my partner, taken away for his actions that day..

seven years later he is still in jail..


..i hate him, i loved him ..

such a hole he has made..


..and after it happened, i was blamed too..

i should have known how to protect him they said..


..they came and they took my older two away..

to be cared for by others ..

i felt so ashamed..


..i cried and i cried and i felt so ashamed..

..i blamed myself for my little ones death..

i should have done more..


..i went to counselling to talk about loss..

..to learn how to deal with the pain..


..seven years later, i accept the loss..

..but how do i get past the blame..

..they say i should have done more..


you see, she is my fifth..

the older two in care..

my dear baby lost.. .


.a few years back now, i met a man..

..a gentle caring man..

..we loved and we grew a new baby girl..


..her birth melted my pain that had sat there for years

..my new baby brought flashes of delight and terror, all in one breath..


can you imagine the memories she brought home to me..

the terror grew..

..i watch all around.. ..ever alert..


.i left my new partner..

moved in alone.. my baby and me..

i would watch her alone..


..but i was too anxious to watch over her..

epilepy can come on real quick.. and it did..


..they said i was sick...

..they took her as well..


..i tried to find comfort for all my aching years..

for all of my losses..

..but the only way i knew how..

was to hold my own sweet baby in my arms..


so you see..

she is my fifth..

..and again, i lost my baby..


only three days old..

..they came and they took her, straight from hospital this time..


..i went home alone..

it felt like a death.. again..


..i was asleep when it happened..

seven years ago..

..all my children taken..


my heart busted wide open for the fifth time now..


..but this time its different.. they told me today..


my baby is coming home soon..

..at first, just two days at a time..

..and i am feeling terror and delight all over again.


...but this time you see, they trust me to do it..

..they say i wasnt to blame..

..that day, seven years ago, when all my life changed..


..she is my fifth..


Mace

The Funeral


The Funeral


..it was the best funeral i've ever been to.. i am not sure how to explain why.. but i'll try..
..so where i work is a very poor, disadvantaged area.. when i pulled up in my shiny govie car at the address i was given for the church... it wasnt a church-like building at all ... more of a hall..

.. there were many ppl standing round.. some moving to join the family inside the building.. and others, mothers with children in prams.. some old men.. just seemed content to stand outside and look on..


..i went inside.. the small church was full.. but a young man was setting out another row of stackable chairs.. (all the chairs where this type) - no church pews..


..there were banners everywhere saying "BRONCOS" .. and a large screen photo of the 66 year old gentleman that was the focus of this ceremony, in younger days.. when he had been in the army... ..and more recently, he had been a Bronco's fan..


..it was a very different ceremony to funerals i have attended in the past.. it was basic and raw.. there was no elaborate, planned agenda.. the minister spoke briefly.. and then asked the family if they would come forward and speak in memory of their father.. grandfather... etc..


..there was some sense that this was a planned procession of speakers.. but it was very organic.. when a family member came to the front of the congregation, and begun talking.. and then had trouble for all the tears that welled up.. another family member would come along side and encourage and support.. there was a sense of these ppl having supported each other before... in many other situations.. it seemed organised.. although unplanned.. there was a harmony in the way they supported each other..


..the treat for me.. was that the oldest foster child in this family, now 18.. was the first to speak.. and she was announced by the minister.. using the family name as her own.. a sign of respect for the ppl she calls her parents.. ..she went on to read a heartfelt peom she had written... about her dad...


..i felt so privileged to be able to witness this funeral..


Mace

Monday, July 16, 2007

name it.. !!


Must be 5 weeks now.. Prue is still in hospital.. but the general psych ward.. the trauma for me has gone off the boil.. i'm not sure why.. possibly because you just cant go 'round filling that traumatised for too long..


..the plan, talking with Prue, is that she will gradually transition from the hospital by staying one night at a time at her place.. and then return to the hospital during the day.. she has good support in Sydney.. i hope the transition works well..


..there is a general idea that if Prue is up to it.. she can come visit us in a few weeks time.. we will see..


on another note.. i have been thinking of words.. how we claim them and reject them..


Prue has asked me to not refer to her as being 'sick/unwell'... Kat has said.. that 'recovery' has implications that cant be ascribed to ppl who have a mental illness.. that the illness is always present.. and that recovery doesnt really apply...


..maybe that is why it is so important for Prue to not be labelled as 'sick' ..maybe it is part of the same chain of thought.. with no 'sickness' there is also no 'recovery' required..


..Peter, on the other hand.. was the untitled author of my previous post (Act 2, Scene 2) .. i wrote it as a play script because it seemed unreal.. Peter needs to be proactive in Prue's unwellness.. a typical modernist, black and white thinker.. Prue is 'sick/unwell' and a plan of action to initiate and insight' recovery', is what is required..


..then, Prue will be 'well'.. and not 'sick'.. and 'recovered'..


..in my usual post modernist manner.. deconstructionist through and through.. i reackon we all live with mental health issues.. and for alot of us.. we are most often well.. ..no recovery required..


..but its probably fair to assume that most of us also walk close enough to unwellness to have some insight into how that might feel.. ..depression.. ..anxiety.. ..phobias..


..for Prue.. it is closer to the surface than it is for most ppl.. and it is deep too..


..i do think that 'unwell' ..is a word that describes Prue from time to time.. but i understand why she doesnt want to claim it..


..i agree with Kat when she says that 'recovery' doesnt apply to mental health.. to Prue.. but i also understand why Peter wants to find it..


..if mental health is a continuum, then wellness and unwellness sit variously at either end.. recovery can then apply to regaining a favoured postion on that continuum..

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Scene Two Act Two.. take two..


..i put off writing this post about my Sydney trip when i first got home, last night.. i wanted to be expansive... and provide a good picture of my time with Prue but i felt too tired.. and decided to leave it til the morning - with the result that i spent the whole night, 'writing the post' in my head.. dont ya hate that..


foreward -


its been 4 weeks on thursday since Prue first went to hospital and while there has been some improvement.. she is far from well yet.. she still thinks the world is going to end and that it is her fault.. and this makes her very anxious... ..though.. she is better than 4 weeks ago because she is sometimes able to talk about her feelings.. or just smile and have fun.. but that is still momentary..


the actors in this play :


Peter - father, a big suit - the dark, pin stripe sort.. aloof, always acting like he has something else very important that he should be doing.. - soft underbelly - he adores all his children and is a devoted father..


Me - previously very involved, devoted mother - now living in another state and wondering how it is possible to adequately support Prue from this distance.. it seems ok til i am there with her and see her pain, then i just get overwhelmed with what i should/could be doing..


Kat and Tiff - family of choice - (Kat is Prue's ex g/f) they do more than their sharing of supporting Me and Prue.. i lose the sense of being overwhelmed by this situation when i add Kat and Tiff to the mix.. i feel supported by their big baked dinners, and lotsa convo 'round the table.. and also that Kat and i can share a bottle of red together in great style.. and i feel supported when i see Prue with Kat.. Prue leans on her emotionally.. and Tiff walks alongside.. supporting Kat.. ..


..on sunday.. when i spent the first few hours with Prue.. i wondered how i was going to get through the day (reference Rasta's earlier post about a distraught phone call to her).. i felt i was revisiting so many psych wards that Prue and i have sat in together.. over the last 15 years.. it just felt so heavy..


..on sunday afternoon.. i was the one that Kat and Tiff supported.. and of course, in doing that.. they supported Prue.. they came to the hospital and took Prue and i to Glebe point park.. (you know how i can breath again when i get near water).. Kat and Prue went for a walk and Tiff and i sat watching the lil dogs muck about at the water's edge.. and i got the sense that this wasnt like b4.. i wasnt alone with Prue in this pain.. that i could stand back and be part of the family of ppl who were there for Prue.. and that felt manageable..


..after the park, we went back to Kat and Tif'f's place .. this was the best part of the two dayz in Sydney.. we all sat in the back yard.. and painted each others nails.. :) ..and Prue smiled.. i think she left her sad place.. just for awhile.. and was really with us in the back yard.. magic..


seeing the dr - and the plan -


..the plan is that Prue should continue going out from the hospital.. at first with friends/family.. and then on her own.. and later, to stay at her own unit overnight .. and then return to the hospital during the day.. slowly getting back to being well and being in the community..


..its a good plan.. but i find it hard to see the connection to where Prue currently is.. this is the person who was moved from the acute care part of the psych ward (where she has spent most of the 4 weeks), to the general psych ward on saturday, only to be returned to the acute care area again on sunday morning, shortly b4 i arrived.. because she kept jumping the courtyard fence and leaving .. !! ..but a plan is good.. and a place to work towards..


Rasta and my folks -


in three weeks time.. we plan for Rasta, (my partner), to go to Sydney to visit Prue.. this is all a part of us being a team for Prue.. and its important that Rasta is involved in a front line sorta way.. to be with Prue.. and to spend time with Kat and Tiff...


..if Prue is well enough.. Rasta is gonna bring her home to Brisbane that week end... and Prue will be able to spend 2 weeks with my folks who will be staying on the gold coast in a beach front apartment at that time..


..so i've written the happy ending to this chapter of the story... only time will tell if it comes true or if more edits will be needed..


footnote - Hayden - if Hayden were here, he would be visiting Prue every second day.. like Kat is.. i know he hates not being closer for her.. and it is a comfort that we can talk honestly and openly in our emails to each other.. i love that..


..thank you everyone for all your support... Mace

Thursday, May 31, 2007

Should women be expected to..


The News Poll on Yahoo7 Home Page poses the question :

"Should a woman be expected to give up her career to support her husband?"

I am sure you can think of a few problems with this question and i'd love to hear your thoughts.. every day in the media, we are treated to stories and opinions that have the effect of reinforcing the normative cultural position.. and its sometimes so subtle that we hardly even notice the impact..

..i like to think that i shield myself from some of the effects of media stereotyping and construction of people because i rarely watch tv.. go to a cinema or listen to the radio.. but i cant avoid my computers Home Page so easily.. and media has a way of subtly slipping into your life in some form.. even in just listening to conversations that result from media stories.. media - of course - is a power source in our society..

so i'd like to take the time to unpack this one small Yahoo News Poll question by talking about the unspoken aspects of the question..



  • ..it doesnt pose the question in reverse.. "Should a man be expected to.. etc
    ..the word "support" is used in a gendered way.. the inference is that a women supports by propping up.. and a man supports by providing.. and this is a restating of the traditional gender roles.


  • the word "expected" is asking for social and cultural regulation of the expectations of women.. the question asks what should be expect of a woman..


  • as women in same sex relationships, or women seeking a same sex relationship.. we are completely excluded from this statement.. and we are more than excluded, we are made invisible.. as if we dont exist.. its a heteronormative question that can only have answers that reinforce the heteronornative position..


moving away from the actual content of the question.. what about the power of the media in posing this question.. ??




  • if you should choose to answer the News Poll question, its a ticker box response that you may choose from.. the answers are preselected for you, so you are either forced to remain silent, or respond in one of a few preselected ways.. think about the power in that for a while..!!


  • on its face, the question looks reasonable and seems to by asking for readers opinion.. but the resulting Poll response can not be broader than the question posed.. the only actual choice available is to answer or not to answer.. either way you are affected by the question .. ..rendered invisible.. or confined by its terms.. etc..

..i hate these sort of normalising "questions" that are actually statements.. i hate the sublty of them and that there is no recourse to not have your day dotted with media word pollution..


dont construct me today !!

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Di - the camel woman..


Well yesterday was a special day..


..i walked into the city as usual for a saturday.. called into the bakery and took my croissant with me.. ..i sat at the city end of the Goodwill bridge and ate my breakfast and noticed that nearby, a group of Aboriginal ppl were doing the same..


..it was hard to identify them as a family, though they may have been, as they had no children with them.. ..it had rained here in Brisbane overnight and in the early morning.. and the Aboriginal ppl had made use of the bbq shelter they were sitting in to dry of their belongings.. clothes and blankets were strung up on most of the shelters cross beams..


..i couldnt help but wonder.. what earlier events in their lives had led them to that shelter.. ..and i realised again.. ..although we live in the same place.. experience is unique.. and opportunity is not universal..


..later on my walk, as i was sitting in the mangrove walk.. now one of my fav spots.. i noticed a young family climbing into their tinny.. mum, dad, a toddler and a boy about 8.. their main boat was a sort of ramshackle sailing boat, with a crab pot strung up one mast.. and a bicycle tied to another.. the cooking pots were strung up like lanterns.. what a delicious boat.. !!


..as it turned out, the young family wedged their tinny in amongst the mangroves and crawlled up onto the mangrove walk right near me.. but i chose not to talk to them or ask about their boat.. i had already build a fantasy that i didnt want dispelled..


..they were a modern version of a gypsy family and they lived on that boat fulltime.. :) ..i did not want to hear that they were both actually advertising exec's with a fabulous though extravagant week end boating hobby..!! ..magic..


now to the title of this post.. ..while i was out exploring .. Rasta received a call from an old mate.. and its seems that a woman from Rastas past is in town.. and we have been invited to dinner.. its been 15 years or so since Rasta saw this woman.. but everyone that knows her.. when ever she comes up in conversation, always says.. "Oh Di, the camel woman" .. i'm not sure why, but i'd like to try and find out.. !!_____________________________________________

.. we ended up going to Mandy's house at Redcliffe - a beachside suburb of Brisbane..


Mandy and Di had spent the day knocking down a wall in Mandy's house, ready to put in french doors.. they had had a lot of fun but were now neither organised or motivated to go out to dinner :) so we opened a bottle of wine and chatted for a while.. Mandy's house is a beach shack surrounded by imposing houses.. its quaint and charming..


Mandy enjoys gathering wood on her walks along the beach and sands it back - she has pots of interesting wood peices of wood all around the house.. when i said i loved mucking around with wood also.. i got a tour her wood collection.. nice..


well we still hadnt decided about food.. so we took our wine and glasses across the park to the beach.. a 2 minute walk.. we sat on the grass overlooking the waves - if we had decided to do that halk an hour earlier, the fish and chip shop just there, would probably have still been open.. but that didnt worry us too much.. it was a beautiful Brisbane night.. at the beach on a almost June night - wearing a sleeveless shirt.. the weather is spot on.. ..and by the way, i think we want to live near the beach (this week anyway :)

..so i turned the convo to camels.. as you do.. it seems Di used to catch wild camels in the Simpson Desert.. (i can only imagine that there was some sort of market for tamed camels at that time :) ..anyway.. she had a favourite that she called Percy and she used to ride Percy to the pub at Castlemaine where she lived.. and tie him up in the car park..!! ..what can ya say.. :)


..i already had some knowledge of Perce the camel from stories Rasta had told me (..there had been a particular night at the Castlemaine pub, when Di and Rasta were hangin' together.. Rasta drove a lil old convertible sports car then.. and when Di had had a little too much of a good time to ride Perce home, Rasta kindly offered to lead Perce home - alongside the sports car.. ..yep.. of course, the police came along, but it seems they couldnt do much.. there was no law against leading a camel home form the pub)..


...interestingly, Di travelled to Queensland last year in a horse and buggy.. it took a few months.. inland and using old stock routes.. ..i am sure there are plenty more stories there.. and hopefully more evening on that beach..!! ..i know you wont be surprised when i tell you that Di currently lives on a bus.. ..and when Rasta used to know her in Castlemaine, Di and Perce kept a very orderly tent by the river.. :) ..i like this woman !!

..wine finished and walking back through the park, our minds turned to food again... so many local pubs.. we hopped in the car and tried the Woody Point pub and the Paradise pub (apparently the first place the Bee Gee's ever performed) .. but the food had finished for the night.. we went to Hogs Breath.. sat outside.. overlooking the beach and a view to Stradbroke Island.. what a magic day..


a foot note on last night - as we approached Redcliffe and were crossing a bridge over part of Moreton Bay - a bridge famous for fishing from - i was reminded that Rasta often mentions, as we cross that bridge.. "this is where Ros loves to fish" ..Ros is a nun in an order that still wears the long black gear (Anglican order) ..so on my way to meet Di - the camel woman.. i had one eye out for Ros - the fishing nun.. yep, you guessed.. another of Rasta's ex's .. magic!!

Saturday, May 19, 2007

My walk to CIty Gardens this morning.. i want to share it with you..

across goodwill bridge..
through the uni grounds..


passed the bush turkey..


once around the tree..


along the path..


..through the gates..



..taking note of local landmarks



..bypass the cafe..


stop at the waterfall..


be stunned by graceful birds..



get even closer to graceful birds..



marvel at ducks in a water spout..




marvel some more..



..take a left passed the ornate gardens loos..



lovin' those old growth trees..



..there's a boat theme to kids corner..


..sit here..



..or here..


..or here..


..take in the bobbing boats..
..and some more..



..oh, and some more..



and a tinny!! ..magic..



one lone tree in the water..



..lotsa water.. lotsa boats..



this is the walking path.. right on the edge..


getting close to the mangroves..



..de da de.. ahhh.. walking walking..



..and now the mangrove walk.. and home across the goodwill bridge again.. back through SouthBank... to the car.. to the bakery... and home for brunch... yeh..