Mortal danger is an effective antidote for fixed ideas

By golly, this child finally slept from 2:30 am until 6:30 am! Now I know how it must have felt when Neil Armstrong played cricket on the moon (that was cricket, wasn't it?)

You know that it's a good day when a) you're not at work; b) the sun is shining; c) the baby slept well; d) the toddler hasn't assaulted anyone; e) you have five loads of washing drying on the line; f) the Olympics are nearly over; and f) Colin the baby whale is finally dead so the TV can show something else for a change.

Comments

Debbie Courson Smith said…

And Jen has perfectly shaped eyebrows - how, and when, does she have time to do that? What a woman!

22 August 2008 at 13:54

Priyanka Khot said…

hey even I noticed Jen's perfect eyebrows. Do pass on the compliment. :-)

Ezra is a darling and an equal hit in my office as his brother Henry is. via me, my colleagues are also asking for more Henry pics. :-)

Hopefully Ezra will let you sleep more.

22 August 2008 at 16:30

EG CameraGirl said…

Hooray for Ezra!

I guess I don't watch enough TV to care if the Olympics are over or not.

I must say, though, that the CBC news (Canadian TV) has done a nice job of rounding out the topic, covering various topics about life in China as well. ;-)

22 August 2008 at 19:52

Julie said…

The focus of this image is the depth of Jen's eyes.

23 August 2008 at 16:15

Kris McCracken said…

I think that the 'eyes' have it!

27 August 2008 at 14:20

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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