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Here Ends A Small Forever

August 24, 2008

It’s been a small forever since I last updated this blog. Sorry about that. I have missed you all. Much. And much has happened, so this will henceforth be known as ‘the catch up post’.

Lidia Update:
Lidia has returned to school! It is sooooo completely amazing that the doctors, who told Lidia’s parents 10 times that she would surely die, are describing her recovery in terms of a miracle. And it is. We know it. We see it as she swings upside-down on the monkey bars, as she draws us pictures and writes ‘I love you. Lidia’ on the bottom of the page. As she talks and laughs and runs and skips and plays, our hearts do likewise and we know this is a miracle performed by our Almighty God. Our God who cares and loves and never ever withdraws. Praise Him!

In other news,

I crashed my car last week.

It was rather spectacular. I was tired, sick and stressed and as I approached a row of cars banked up at a set of traffic lights I made a very bad braking decision: I accelerated. Hmmm. Not the best choice to make but despite my repeated attempts to find the brake, I just couldn’t and only ended up planting my foot more firmly on the accelerator, the result being my car ploughing into the nice new Mazda in front of me to the accompaniment of a cacophony of grating metal and smashing glass. Our cars ended up entwined in some kind of grotesque embrace, causing passers by to slow and stare, creeping by as if tiptoeing through the shards of metal and glass littering the road.

I was on my way to a meeting I was dreading and found the crash somewhat satisfying. The noise, the impact, the disruption all seem a fitting reflection of how I was feeling, of how I felt the meeting would go and to have it played out so graphically outside my tormented heart was comforting. It was a good crash. It felt like, in some Shakespearian sense, the world understood and empathised. The crash is a symbolic marker ending a significant time in my life. I feel like now, a new episode has begun. I emerged whiplashed but fine.

The people at the accident were lovely. So nice and gracious.
“Don’t worry about it. You’re ok, that’s all that matters,” said the guy whose nice new car was now a mangled remnant of its former self.
“It was an accident,” comforted the smiling woman in the car in front.
Their grace too is like a harbinger of the good to come, a peaceful ushering in of a new time.

I’ll keep you updated.
How have you guys been?

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In retrospect: It’s all about me[!]me[!]

May 4, 2008

My friend David, who I kinda went to school with – same school though he was about a million years above me…ok 5 or so – but have never really met, tagged me for a meme. And surprise, surprise, it’s all about me.

So, I’m supposed to wade through my past posts and select one representative of each of the following themes (one link/theme, I think): family, friends, me, something I love and anything I like. Pretty much, this is what my whole self-indulgent blog is about but here we go…my selections are as follows:

FAMILY: I have a lovely new Poppy! And more very funny little people. I adore my family. 

FRIENDS: The ones who do things like this and inspire this response are awesome. 

ME: a post I wrote from my old blog – the second one actually… the one I began after deleting the first on some serious but rather impulsive whim – by way of obscure introduction. Here I strangely assert that I am from Bullfrogs and Butterflies – more precisely, the album. Those of you who grew up with the tapes will know what I’m talking about. Oh! How I loooooved Nathaniel the Grublet!

SOMETHING I LOVE: Besides Nathaniel the Grublet… the sea, books, reading, books, coffee, music, beach, family & friends, study, when the weather compliments my mood….oh! How am I supposed to choose ONE thing?

ANYTHING I LIKE: How about reading indulgently and learning through literature.

 

So I cheated. I linked to too many past posts…I’m not one for rules. However, one of the rules I DO like is the tagging rule. So, these people are it – and I don’t mind if you include multiple links for each theme either – Kim, Kim, Ellen, Beck, & Island Sparrow

No wonder my last post is complikate[d]

July 18, 2007

Apparently I’m incomprehensible!

What Ancient Language Are You?

Your Score: Linear B

You scored

You are Linear B. Even those who can follow you think you’re all Greek to them. Which, after all, is true – Linear B being the first known text for written Greek. To most people, you’re incomprehensible. But what do you care? You’re tough, hard, long-enduring and have greater nobility than most. Naturally, you don’t admit to borrowing extensively from your brother Linear A.

Link: The Which Ancient Language Are You Test written by imipak

But you guys understand me, right?

So, which ancient language are you?

HT dekker

Kim is trying her hardest…

July 8, 2007

…to get me to blog again! I can always tell by the amount of memes she [Kim] tags me for because I’m sure she doesn’t really want to know what kind of pans I like but here we go.. For Kim ’cause I love her!!!!

1. What is your favorite OUTDOOR memory, before Kindergarten?

EASY. My Grandfather – aka Gargi, who died when I was 6 – used to spoil me rotten! To him I was his Dresden plate. He loved me & I knew it!!!!! My first outdoor memory is of me waiting on the steps outside for my Nan and my Gargi to arrive. I remember sitting in the warm sun on the concrete steps playing with leaves and any insects that happened to wander by when my Nan and Gargi arrived, walked up the stairs, promptly smothered me with kisses and handed me the BIGGEST punnet of fresh strawberries I had ever seen! My Gargi stooped down and handed me the punnet saying, “Stay out here and eat these, Katie. But DON’T share them with your dad!” With wide eyes and tingling taste buds I felt like Eve being tempted in the Garden of Eden with the forbidden fruit and wondered if it could possibly be true: Did Gargi really say I was to sit here alone and selfishly eat all of the strawberries? Knowing how much my dad loved strawberries too, I wrestled with guilt but as the temptation was more than I could bear and I sat quietly on the steps so that noone would find me and I ate every single strawberry in the punnet. Without sharing. When the punnet was empty, serpent like I slinked into the kitchen where my family sat and I confessed to my grand deception, gluttony and selfishness. To my surprise my family laughed, scooped me up with cuddles and told me it was fine, the strawberries were all for me because I loved them the most. I felt like I would explode with love and I knew my Gargi loved me much. So much!

2. Do you find history fascinating and if so, which historical period are you most likely to explore?

History. Hmmm. Yep, it fascinates me how people can study it and love it. I would love to love it and have tried to many times but there are so many details that need to be remembered when you study history and I feel like they clutter all my ideas and bury me somewhere in a pile of dust long, long ago.The only way into history for me is through an object: an art work, a novel or an artifact. I love to learn about things and the period they came from but history for history’s sake is as dry as King Tutankhamon’s tomb. As to the period, any time as long as it is relevant to something tangible. I love studying Irish History through literature.
3. What period of art do you prefer and who is your favorite artist?

One period of art? Sheeeesh! One favourite artist? Sigh.

Ummmm… I love art! Just one? Okay, I love the expressionists for their use of bold colours and their attempt to capture the way objects and experiences make them feel! The heightened colour and emotion appeal to me because I feel things strongly. However, I don’t like abstractions. I like the subject to look as it actually would but to be tinged and heightened by the artist’s response. Chagall would have to be my all time favourite painter. His works are passionate, emotive and religious. Oh, and beautiful and ethereal… I could go on…

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4. What kind of vacuum cleaner to you own and would you recommend it to someone who is looking for a vacuum cleaner that is strong enough to pick up little red Vizsla hairs without locking itself to the expensive oriental rugs in the process. (not that I know anyone looking for a new vacuum cleaner solution. . .)

Rainbow. A so, so old version of this. Yes, perfect. A great vacuum cleaner.
5. Tell me about your favorite pan, if you have one. Speaking of pans, have you ever made crepes? If so, what is your favorite filling?

Scanpan Classic Sauté Pan with Lid 32cms.

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I cook everything in this pan! I love it!!!!! It’s beautiful to cook in, washes well, looks good. But only buy it if it is on sale because it is too darn expensive for a pan, in my opinion.

I have not made crepes myself but my favourite filling is chicken and mushrooms in white sauce, with asparagus on the side. Yummo.

This is the happy post.

May 19, 2007

The post in which I list all some of the great things that happened last week.

Okay so here we go:

  1. It was my birthday.
  2. My students gave me a happy little frog cupcake, popped party poppers and blew party hooters, then sang Happy Birthday to me.
  3. Some other students decorated my car with lovely signs decorated with pictures of balloons to wish me a happy birthday.
  4. I was randomly serenaded by, well, actually, I don’t know who by, but a I received a great message on my phone in which two guys sang, “Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyy baby, ooooh ahhhh hhhhuhhhh, I wannnnna kno o o oo o ow if you’ll be my girl,” and then hung up. It was the night of the Eurovision Competitions, so I guess they were feeling inspired. I appreciated it. I do love to be serenaded.
  5. I received an email inviting me to attend a presentation and consider applying for various international scholarships such as the Rhodes, Fulbright or Commonwealth Scholarships and Fellowships Plan for postgraduate study. This was exciting because the scholarships are really very good and I’d love to apply but then I remembered that I have two little boys who may not respond well to being uprooted while their mama undertakes intensive study overseas…I’m not sure if I’ll attend. But then I remembered that Bob Hawke was a Rhodes Scholar and he is not that fabulous, except at drinking, so, perhaps it’s not as prestigious an award as it first appears. But Oxford would be nice.
  6. Hmmm, I’m sure there was a #6 however, it’s way past my bedtime.

Must sleep. Will post soonish.

On Thursday…

May 5, 2007

I graduated!

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                See!

Waahoooo!

My youngest calls it my ‘Congraduations’ which I think is lovely. It says it all and demonstrates great economy of language.

Check out the awesome graduation cake my mum and her friend made me…

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It’s delicious!

And a friend also gave me the beautiful hyacinths behind the cake.

Flushing Me Out With 7 Random Facts.

May 4, 2007

I know, I’ve been away for a while. Kim is very sneakily trying to flush me out with a meme – she’s a sly one! – and I must say, it worked. So, here you go Kim:

Seven Random Things About Meas requested.

  1. I am addicted to brushing my teeth.
  2. I blamed myself for my Nan’s death for a long time. Sometimes I still feel guilty even though I know it wasn’t my fault.
  3. Will Smith once flirted with me when I was shopping.
  4. I feel naked without lip gloss.
  5. I never know how to answer the question, “Do you have a criminal record?” truthfully.
  6. I wanted to be an artist but my parents talked me out of it so I studied Social Work instead, which I have always regretted.
  7. When I was little I loved to play with buttons.

Here’s how it works: Each player starts with 7 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their seven things, as well as these rules. You need to tag others and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them that they have been tagged .

Yes, I put the rules last. That’s so those of you who want to play know the rules. Tell me if you’re playing. I want to read your answers.

On Characters I Would Like to See, Be or Flee x Three.

May 4, 2007

The beautiful Islandsparrow tagged me for this meme some time ago so finally I have some answers for her. Now I couldn’t find anywhere that said these characters had to be out of novels so some of mine are out of epic poems because I love and hate the characters in those poems! And one of my characters is out of a short story. See what you think…

1. Three characters you wish were real so you could meet them.

Tom Bombadil from The Lord of the Rings.

Aslan from The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.

The Selfish Giant when he is not selfish anymore from Oscar Wilde’s short story by the same title.

Oh! Why must I only choose three? I also want to meet Selima, the cat, in the poem Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat Drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes by Gray, but it was a real cat so I’m not sure that counts…?

2. Three characters you would like to be.

Laura Ingalls from Little House on the Prarie. I soooo wanted to be her when I was little!

Emma from Jane Austen’s novel because I love matchmaking!

Abdeil in Paradise Lost because he stands alone against Satan and his rebellious horde fiercely and remains loyal to God in a mighty battle. He is awesome!

“…the Seraph Abdiel faithful found,

Among the faithless, faithful only he;

Among innumerable false, unmoved,

Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified,

His loyalty kept, his love, his zeal;

Nor number, nor example with him wrought

To swerve him from the truth, or change his constant mind

Though single.”

3. Three characters who scare you.

Grendel in Beowulf

Poseidon in The Odyssey

(Actually any characters in Beowulf or The Odyssey. Even the good guys are scary!)

The Vicomte de Valmont in Les Liaisons dangeruses. Sinister!

Now I need to tag three more people so, Radagast, Beck and Paul – if you haven’t done this you’re up. I would tag John and Andrew but you two still owe me some interview questions! Bah! If anyone else wants to play, join in. Let me know in the comments.

Enjoy!

I wish I were a fir beetle

April 21, 2007

Why? you may ask…Well, because they have little piles marking their entry into logs and the like and their little marking piles are cute. See:
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Cute.

But I have big piles of marking marking my entry to Term Two and these are not very cute.

Oh, to be a fir beetle!

Beck interviews me…

April 3, 2007

Beck did this cool thing the other day where she was interviewed on her blog by a fellow blogger. It was a great post that became a tagging kinda thing. So, here, in this post, I am interviewed by Beck. She asks good questions. Not sure how well I answer. Decide for yourself…

1. Which actress – past or present – should play you in the movie version of
your life?

IN my long dark brown hair days friends have told me that I look like Angelina Jolie t-shirt_angelina_jolie_10242.jpg

at which I was both floored and instantly offended. She can be so skanky. Despite the resemblance, I would not want to be played by her. She could perhaps carry off my angst ridden, traumatic, rebellious 19 year old days quite well – she and 19 year old me could sure give the evil eye – however, I think I’d prefer an old school actress, dare I say, who can actually act with emotional intensity, such as Cate Blanchett – whom I don’t really look like, except for the whole blonde, blue eyes, big mouth thing. I’m sure make up could change the rest and hey, I don’t mind if I end up looking like Cate anyway! She’s beautiful and Australian too so the accent wouldn’t be a problem. She also has much more class and would not turn my life into some sordid adventure flick – even though it kind of has been at times. Rather it would be presented as the sometimes traumatic but relentlessly uplifting drama my life has been so far.

2. Hey, it’s your birthday! What kind of cake do you choose?

Not a big fan of cake. But on birthdays I do make an exception. SO, I choose my mum’s specialty which is a version of Bill Granger’s Chocolate Cake. It is made with dark chocolate and tons of cocoa, so it is super rich and most delicious when served with raspberries. Yumo!
3. If you could retrieve one toy from your childhood, which one would you
recover?

Is a tree house a toy? My dad used to make us the best tree houses! I used to think I would be forever happy if I were allowed to live in my tree house.

4. What is the single kindest thing you have ever witnessed?

The single kindest thing. I’ve witnessed. Hmmmm. This is a tricky one.

Once I ordered my favourite coffee – a Genera, which is a latte with orange peel infused in the coffee – at uni only to discover that it could not be made as the coffee cart was out of oranges. After telling me this terrible news, the guy serving said, “wait here” and promptly ran away. He came back a few minutes later proudly holding a nice fresh orange that he had just run to the shop to buy. Somewhat out of breath, he made me my coffee while the ever growing coffee line looked at me somewhat bewildered by the commitment of this young man to his Genera loving customers. As kind as this gesture is, it may be rivaled by that of a stranger I encountered when I was 19.

I was walking down the street in a very rough part of town when a drug dealer started shouting at me and harassing me. He yelled all kinds of sexual remarks and other violent threats and as I tried to walk past, he began to follow. I was scared. He was big and determined. Just at the moment he seemed intent on chasing me a car pulled up requiring his attention. Noticing that he was engaged in his ‘business’ transaction I took the opportunity to walk away at a much faster pace. The guy’s attention was split between the occupants of the car and their exchange and the ever widening gap between me and him. He hurriedly finished his trafficking and began running towards me when out of nowhere appeared a taxi. The taxi driver drove along beside me and asked where I was going. “To the station,”I said. He asked me if I needed a ride, I said I didn’t have any money. He looked over his shoulder towards the local thug now running towards me and replied, “Don’t worry, just get in.” For an instant I wondered if I was jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire but decided that the taxi was the best option. I jumped in and as we drove off I looked behind and saw the ever shrinking figure of the thug, who was still running down the road, screaming and yelling at us from behind.

Confused and frightened I sank into the backseat of the taxi. I could have cried. The taxi driver passed the station. I wondered what I was in for now. After some minutes he pulled up at a different train station, one a little further away. Relieved, I realised that he was very cleverly putting distance between me and the thug and had dropped me off at a station that was safer than the one we had passed.”I really don’t have any money,” I said to the driver. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” “Thank you,” was all I could say having been overwhelmed by the kindness of a complete stranger – a taxi driver of all people. In Sydney they are more well known for their exploitation of the young and naive rather than their unsolicited philanthropy! – who saved me so generously from who knows what. Even though the orange runner was kind – and the story is much nicer – I think the actions of the taxi driver are the kindest thing I ever witnessed.

5. What would you say is the single most important duty of a parent?

Single most. Without a doubt: To instill in their childrens’ hearts a real and deep love for Christ so that they understand the extreme lengths Jesus has gone to so that we can be reconciled to Him, realise that the only true response to Christ’s love is to live their lives in service as an expression of gratitude and love, and that nothing can seperate us from the love that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. I think it is also important for parents to demonstrate unconditional love to their children so that they may be a soft place for their children to land when they need to because, if my children are anything like me, they’ll need to.

Let’s keep the fun happenin’. Do you want to be interviewed? Let me know and I’ll give you some questions to answer. C’mon! It’s fun!
Paul played!