And to the man on whose shoulder the world must depend, I pray for peace and love: Amen

Apparently, there is some sort of organised sports festival about to happen. They are calling it "The Olympics". Can I be the first to say that I am officially 'over' the Olympics already? Does anyone actually care about them? I haven’t been interested in the Olympics since the Soviet Union was on the scene.

I'd rather watch Ezra sleep (although I would prefer that he did it at night).

I would like to say that I don't hate them, it's just, "The Olympics? Meh!"

Comments

USelaine said…

I adore that raincloud! Mwah! Well, yes, and the baby.... ;^)

1 August 2008 at 17:50

Z said…

I'm also completely underwhelmed by the Olympics. Actually, most sports leave me cold...

Ezra's boogie-ing!

1 August 2008 at 21:55

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Terrific shots! I agree with you about the Olympics, but I started losing interest when they separated the summer and winter games. This year, my distaste is all about China. I would rather watch my children too!

2 August 2008 at 00:31

Pasadena Adjacent said…

I think the focus, passion and commitment of an athlete is admirable. Many of these activities will never result in multi million dollar contracts for their practitioners. This is their moment to shine, it's important to recognize it. Hey proud daddy, if were your sons you'd be muscling your way into the front row.
Congratulation. Is there anything in the world that smells as wonderful as a baby?

2 August 2008 at 03:39

Sue said…

As each Olympic games approach, I am absolutely, positively, 100% sure that I will not bother watching or reading about them...and then they begin... and I find myself inexplicably drawn to them to the point where I actually watch quite a fair amount of swimming, track and field, gymnastics, diving, weight lifting, equestrian, shooting, rowing, cycling, hockey and dare I say it....synchronized swimming!!! And heaven forbid if I miss the opening and closing ceremonies! What a sad...sad...sad person I am!
And may I say that each picture of Henry and Ezra just keep on getting better...keep them coming, pleeeeease!
PS Did the talented Jen make those gorgeous trousers that Ezra is wearing??? LOVE them! And I also agree with palm axis...the smell does it for me too!

2 August 2008 at 15:06

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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