Wednesday, June 13, 2012

MPAY-School Days and JaM

MPAY-School Days

Orbost North State School, Grade 5 (I think) in the early '70's. These are the kids I went to Kinder and started school with. We skipped, played elastics and knuckles and had cubby houses in the Tea Trees along the back fence. The boy in the middle of the front row with his chin on his hand used to faint every week at Assembly when we sang God Save the Queen though I think it was the standing not the Anthem that caused the fainting. We sat together in Room 3 and watched the Moon Landing on a Black and White TV, sang together in the annual Christmas play,learnt the recorder and listened to Enid Blyton's Magic Wishing Chair, the Narnia series and Elyne Mitchell's Books on Fridays in the Library. Little did I know then that I would meet Elyne Mitchell, ride her horses on her property and even have her as a guest at my Wedding, or that the boy in the checked shirt in the back row would marry my cousin. I know where some of them are now and the Teacher, Mr Switzer is now high up in the Education Department doing Administrative work which is a shame because he was a wonderful teacher. Do you remember your days at school? Were they a long time ago or just a little while back? Share your story here.


JaM


The past week has been full of Negatives from  a flat battery in the car,  the spoiler being 'accidently' broken off my car, unexpected bills, sick pets and other stuff that is just too negative to talk about. No creating in the sewing room or baking in the kitchen, no gardening because massive winds have made the cleaning up overwhelming to say the least.There have been a couple of positives but they are totally smothered by Negative stuff. I think the grinding cold weather and the daily fog has put me in such a mood that I am not attracting good things at the moment.
So I am going to talk about Carpet Bowls which I play every Monday night over Winter. So far this year we have had two drawn matches. been forfeited to, lost two and won two. Nothing like a little variety is there? Monday night was the highlight with beating one of the top teams and beating them quite well!
No one plays to win Sheep Stations, it is just a nice Social Night with ages from 10 to late 80's.
A couple of us were talking the other night and we realised that we are probably one of the most successful sports in our tiny little town. We make a profit every year, have a very healthy investment account, we never have to Fund raise and Playing fees and Registration haven't gone up for years. Over the past few years we have even increased the number of Teams that we have. Anyone can play no matter what age or level of fitness.
I love that people of so many different ages can get together socially and get on so well, it is good for the young ones to spend time with older people and good for the oldest among us to spend a little time with young people.
So any Monday night over Winter if you find yourself with a little time, call in and say Hello but be prepared to be pulled into a game cause there is usually someone looking for a player.
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Friday, June 8, 2012

'Tis very cold!!!!

A typical Winter day where I live is like this. There was a frost as well and I don't want to know how cold it is out there, the forecast was for -4.

The first time I saw Cato here, I thought she was waiting to be let out the back door, but no.........it is warm next to the stove. The tiles on the hob are warm and she will happily sit here all day. So at this moment Cato is next to the stove, Rev is asleep on the couch and Fred is sleeping on Rev's chair in the lounge room. Machicho has gone and crawled back into my bed. My pets aren't spoilt...much!

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Feeding the baby

As a neighbour we are called on to help out when we can and are happy to do it.  This morning my neighbour rang to see if I could slip over to her house and feed the baby because she was away and wouldn't get home until late. 

Someone was very happy to see me

And made very short work of their bottle.

It was hard to walk away from that forlorn little face.