Showing posts from January, 2011


It's only honey on toast and a cup of Lady Grey tea but it's food.

I've had the tummy bug. And on my birthday too.

I hope no one else gets it.

Well, I Don't Know

"What would you like for your birthday?" I asked Son#5 when we were in town the other day, never dreaming that I'd receive any answer other than the stock "Idontknow" that usually is the response to such questions.

"I'd like a lamp," he replied, much to my surprise. (When I told DH afterwards he asked if I'd fallen over knowing full well that it was not the answer either of us would've expected.)

"What kind of lamp?" I asked.

"One that I can move around when I'm doing my modelling." (No, he's not a model or a photographer even though he's handsome enough to be the former - well I think so anyway - he's just into making model boats and planes and that kind of thing.)

"Okay then. Let's go and buy you one now."

"But you'll have to pay for more parking."

Somehow he didn't get it. Something monumental had just occurred - I had received an answer from my teenage son - and all he was w…

No Words Needed

(Except to say that all photos are clickable.)


It began like any other day. The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2 woke early - too early in my opinion but that's just because today was a holiday and I wanted to sleep in. DH was already up and preparing to travel to an airport an hour's drive away to pick up his brother, SIL and niece who had flown in from China. They were meant to arrive yesterday afternoon but missed their connecting flight in Hong Kong. I debated going with DH but decided against it in case DIL#1 went into labour.

By nine thirty DH was home again and the two of us decided to go for a walk in the rain along the beach. DIL#1 was at the computer, Son#1 was listening to an audio book, and Sons#4 and #5 were amusing The Two Most Adorable Granddaughters in the World. Nothing was happening and it appeared we weren't needed and wouldn't be missed for an hour or so.

Due to the recent rain there was a lot of driftwood on the beach. In fact, it was almost impossible to see the beach for the driftwood in places. W…


It's raining. Our house leaks - always in a different place each time. I had to remind Son#5 to move his school books. School may not start for another ten days but he's going to need those books this year - preferably with dry pages and legible ink.

We've just heard that rain warnings have been issued for our area for the next twenty-four hours. DIL#1 is now overdue and isn't too keen on delivering at home if the roads are blocked due to flooding or slips so Son#1 and DIL#1 have decided to stay in town another night.

I'm glad.

We lit the fire. It's the middle of January - one of our hottest months - and the fire is burning.

And I'm still cold!

Blog Verse

I've had a lot of opportunity to prove the verse in my sidebar lately. Opportunity aplenty but that doesn't mean I've learnt the lesson. I'm finding it hard at times not to question God. Why doesn't He fulfil our dreams in our ways and when we're ready?

Because He's Sovereign and He knows best, that's why. I know that but making my heart accept it at times is another thing altogether.

I was awake at five this morning praying for Son#1 and DIL#1. So far no news. Every day I wake and my initial reaction is disappointment that our latest grandchild has not yet been born. Then I'm filled with hope that perhaps today will bring the welcome news.

But we still wait. Waiting upon the Lord because His timing is best even though we struggle to understand or accept it at times.

My arms ache to hold this child. To gaze upon her face, to marvel at the tiny fingers and toes, to pour out my love on her, to feel her weight in my arms, to praise God for the gift of lif…


A few minutes ago I had to ring an office in Australia to update some details they hold on us and I was astounded to discover that I had trouble understanding the girl who answered the phone. She sounded very similar to one of my closest friends (also Australian) but I really struggled to make out what she was saying due to the accent.

When we first moved to New Zealand I had difficulty understanding what people were saying - a combination of the accent and the speed with which they spoke (and I always thought Australians talked fast). It actually led to some very embarrassing moments as when a salesgirl ended up having to get her supervisor to explain to me what I had asked her repeatedly to rephrase and yet I still didn't understand. The supervisor spoke very slowly as to a young child: "Do. You. Want. A. Receipt?"

I left the shop with a red face and no receipt.

But this latest incident has scared me. Does this mean I've lost my accent? Have I finally been assimilate…

Peanut Butter Biscuits

"Let's do some baking," The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 announced this morning. I suggested other activities but it was baking she really wanted to do and in particular biscuits.

I was alone in the house with The Two Most Adorable Granddaughters in the World and the idea filled me with minor dread. There was no one to ask to hold The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2 who is at that stage where she has to "help" too or to find the forgotten ingredient while I prevented other ingredients being added or subtracted to the mixture. But I've raised five boys ... I'm an early childhood teacher ... I decided I could do this.

After looking for a recipe that didn't require eggs, coconut or chocolate chips (ingredients I was lacking) we decided upon Peanut Butter Biscuits.

The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2 rolled the balls out to perfect size only to eat then instead of placing them on the trays.

In fact, eating the uncooked dough seemed to be the whole purpose of t…

A Summer Evening Walk

There has been a hot wind blowing today. I hate hot winds - probably even more than I hate cold winds. I don't mind heat. I don't mind humid. But I hate hot winds with a vengeance. They make me feel hot and sick and tired and irritable.

Perhaps if I liked ice cream or ice blocks or icy cold water I might be able to find the temperature tolerable but I don't like any of those things (well the occasional ice cream but I'm not into it in a big way). There's always swimming to cool off ... but at the moment I do not have the courage to be seen within my own family circle in a bathing suit, let alone out in public. So I suffer ... and not always in silence.

The Two Most Adorable Granddaughters are staying with us at the moment. No, DIL#1 hasn't had her baby nor is she in labour (well she wasn't when I spoke to her an hour ago). She's just very tired and needing a chance to sleep so I was more than happy to have the girls for a few days. Even longer if it comes…

Waiting, Waiting

We are still anxiously awaiting the arrival of our precious grandchild. I can't remember being this impatient with the last two but I probably was. The time's dragging ... and I'm not even the one who is pregnant.

DIL#1 isn't officially due for another week but baby has been in position for three weeks and each time I see her I'm convinced that she can't last another day, let alone another week. But she keeps on despite the heat, the swollen ankles, and having two preschoolers to chase after.

Several of us have ideas of when would be the ideal day for baby to be born. DIL#1 wanted it at least a week after The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1's birthday. Well she's received her wish.

I wanted it before Son#3 returned north because he missed out on being here when The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2 was born. I didn't get my wish but at least baby wasn't born while we were away. For that I'm grateful.

Son#2 thought 11.1.11 (or 1.11.11 for my US reader…

Morning's Work

I've had my eyes on a pair of acid-wash jeans with a hole in the thigh for quite a while but when I went looking for them today they were nowhere to be found. I suspect Son#3 has hidden them somewhere knowing my penchant for cutting up fabrics - any fabrics - and turning them into patchwork.

Instead I had to look to my own wardrobe and found a skirt of mine that I've always liked but which has a zipper that never sits flat. I particularly liked the embroidered flowers that started just below the waist and worked their way downward. After several hours, those same flowers are now facing upward and look as if they're blooming rather than wilting.

Here is the finished item:

The lining fabric is a patchwork cotton that my mother gave me when I was in Australia last February so it was nice to be able to use it on something for myself. The buttons are from a favourite pair of jeans. I'm toying with the idea of adding buttons on the inside so that it can be reversible. What do y…

Flood Waters

It's not that long ago that I watched in horror and disbelief as my country was engulfed by bushfires and many lost their lives. Today it's been the severe flooding in Queensland and Northern New South Wales that has caused the tears to run down my face as I've watched the evening news and my sons to look at me strangely.

It may say "Australian" on their passports or birth certificates but they've spent so few years of their lives there that they don't possess the same ties to the land or have the sense of grief that one who was born and bred there experiences at such a time as this. So they look at me strangely and I just want the pictures to go away.

Not that going away is forgetting.

I've grown up on flood stories. The town I grew up in experienced floods regularly. Flood banks and other measures protected the town - measures put in place after a devastating flood that destroyed the town years before I was born. A flood that my mother and my grandpare…

Road Trip

Since Son#3 needed to find a way back to the town he's been working in these past months and since he didn't want to have to do the trip by bus again and since it was our twenty-seventh wedding anniversary and we have only ever had two weekends away as a couple since our eldest son was born almost twenty-six years ago, DH and I decided to take Son#3 back and then find a place to stay over somewhere on the route home (that sentence could take out first prize for one of the worst introductory sentences ever written).

As it turned out it wasn't as easy as we thought. Mainly because people kept offering us a bed or dinner (it's hard being so popular). But I'd been dreaming of a romantic dinner with just DH and I and I wasn't able to be cheated out of it.

But there were other obstacles. After saying goodbye to Son#3 we found our way out of town and began travelling toward home. Locating a motel wasn't as easy as we had first imagined but after an hour or so we fi…

Resolutions With A Difference

I've just spend some time online trying to find to whom to attribute the following resolutions. A number of blogs and church articles have printed them but none seemed to be the author. As I was just about to give up I noticed in small print on the bottom of the sheet we were handed in Church yesterday these words: "taken from Barbara Johnson's book Fresh Elastic for Worn-out Moms". So thank you Barbara!

If you haven't yet made any New Year Resolutions you might like to try some of these on for size:

1. I will, like Paul, forget those things which are behind me and press forward;

2. I will, like David, lift up mine eyes to the hills from whence comes my help;

3. I will, like Abraham, trust solely in my God;

4. I will, like Enoch, walk in daily fellowship with my Lord;

5. I will, like Jehoshophat, prepare my heart to seek God;

6. I will, like Moses, choose rather to suffer than to enjoy the pleasures of sin;

7. I will, like Daniel, commune with my God at all times;

8. I wi…

Reflection and Resolution

I used to be one of those people who thought New Year resolutions a waste of time but studies have shown that almost 50% of people who set resolutions are still making positive changes six months down the track. There’s hope for me yet!

It seems appropriate before setting goals for the New Year to look back on the old year and see how I did with the goals I set twelve months ago. Did I make it to the six month mark? Do I need to be more realistic? Or do I just need to be more motivated/determined/persistent?

Faith. It seems that what I thought I needed to focus on this past year is different to what God wanted me to focus on. I had identified what I thought were the obvious lacks in my faith but God showed me there were things I hadn’t even dreamed about that I needed to learn. Some I had already learnt in the past but this time God took me to a deeper level. So what did I learn? I learnt that God’s grace is sufficient; I learnt that He is faithful and will take care of me; I learnt tha…