(My) photo of the day

Jen, Hen and I all went in for the 20 week scan today. I do love it when hospitals book you in for eight o'clock but you don't get seen until nine. The less said about the organisational standards about that place, the better!

Everything went well and the baby is going great guns, it has all the bits you would expect and is a fine looking creature. We didn't get given a disc with pictures on it this time; otherwise I would have picked one of those for my photo of the day. As it is, I've gone with a photo taken in the room where Jen had her ultrasound. If you've ever been to an ultrasound, you will know that they keep it pretty dark in there. This should explain the use of the flash.

It's not a great quality photo, but the sign did make me laugh. As to its content I only have one thing to say: "I should hope so!"

Comments

Megan said…

nice note! Since I'm sans kids I haven't had the ultrasound in the dark experience, but I'll be prepared now.

26 March 2008 at 15:20

Kris McCracken said…

At least you can be confident that the probes have all been wiped clean!

26 March 2008 at 15:39

Sue said…

My God...I do hope they are more than just wiped! When having Zac...I had to have an internal ultrasound at an early stage of the pregnancy due to complications! I would like to think that little probe was clean and sterile and ultra scrubbed! Yeeew!

27 March 2008 at 09:25

Kris McCracken said…

I'd like to think that the internal probes are at least soaked first!

29 March 2008 at 09:01

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke...

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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