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...
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The twenty second today,(I know Roddy can count). Henry's big day tomorrow.
You know the drill. Lots and lots of kisses and cuddles from Pa.
I hope that Nan has managed to spoil the big boy. Sorry that I can't make it.
We are in Mackay today. Sailing tomorrow pm for Brisbane.
Again. Lots of hugs and kisses for the birthday boy.
Don't forget Ezra though.
Also...ditto what Roddy said. Kisses and hugs for Henry for his big day tomorrow (can't believe he is FIVE already!!!)Also a cuddle (or two...maybe three) for Ezra too. Oh and while I am here...some for you and Jen while you're at it!!! Love to you all.