No worse fate can befall a young man or woman than becoming prematurely entrenched in prudence and negation.

So Henry has signed up for Auskick, which for the uninitiated is a program to get kids playing Australian rules football (boys and girls). In doing so, he had to nominate *his* favourite team. Forced into a bind he wisely chose the (sixteen time Premiership-winning) Essendon Football Club [his Father's team] over the travesty that is the ~~South Melbourne~~Sydney Swans Football Club (the rabble that his mother follows).

Wise move Henry!

Even more exciting: the Auskick season hasn't even begun but we have already flagged an urgent request has come in from Auskick HQ. Yes, Henry's first ever game will probably be as curtain raiser to the nationally televised North Melbourne Kangaroos /Greater Western Sydney Giants stoush - for full Premiership Points - on the 8th of April at Bellerive Oval!

Yes, ten minutes into his career and he's featuring at the top level...

Comments

Sue said…

I will be watching and waiting. It is the beginning.....

12 March 2012 at 20:29

Roddy said…

Just betweeen you and me, how far can he punt the ball? Or is he going to use the often maligned drop kick?

13 March 2012 at 17:26

Sue said…

Or will he just run around and have fun? Don't forget the fun, Roddy!

14 March 2012 at 19:12

If you want to be loved, be lovable.

Henry admires the view.

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

Zeal, n. A certain nervous disorder afflicting the young and inexperienced. A passion that goeth before a sprawl.

Here I have tried my hand at the homemade sepia-toned photo. I wasn’t happy with the way that the sun had washed out some of the colours in the original, so had a bit of a fiddle because I like the look on Henry’s face, and didn’t want to pass on posting it. I have a tip for those of you burdened with the great, unceasing weight of parenthood. I have a new recipe, in the vein of the quick microwaved chocolate cake . Get this, microwaved potato chips . I gave them a run on Sunday, Henry liked the so much I did it again last night. Tonight, I shall be experimenting with sweet potato. I think that the ground is open for me to exploit opportunities in the swede, turnip, carrot and maybe even explore in the area of pumpkins. Radical, I know. I’m a boundary-pusher by nature. It's pretty simple, take the potato. Slice it thinly (it doesn't have to be too thin, but thin enough). Lay the slices on the microwave plate, whack a bit of salt over the top and nuke the buggers for five minut

This will hurt me...

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