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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- Noise. When my 2 children are sleeping, I have to lower the volume on the TV, because it is too high, the noise they made.
- Whining. The eldest, who is 4 years, let us not sleep one night in a row until he was 2 years. The youngest of 14 months, takes the same way.
- Stickiness. I think my toddler drink at least 5 liters of water, because I don't understand the amount of drool coming out of his mouth.
- Mess. Luckily, they tidy up after play, but meanwhile, looks like a battlefield.
- Fussiness. With older, I it is the same.
Children are children and one day they may have their own, then they will know what you went through.
Having five brothers and sisters I had an insight to the dramas of childhood.
Accept it for what it is as it will soon pass.
Then it becomes fond memories.
I know!
Kris...he does speak the truth with the rest. It does pass. Not as quickly as you would like at times...but it does pass. And you will remember it with more fondness than you may feel now!
Roddy, quite.
Sue, are you suggesting that I eat them?