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Busy 2016

Already heading towards the end of the first half of the year. Goodness, I’m not sure where the weeks have gone!

DD is now 10 and she has discovered activities that she loves to do that work with her need for space and her need for downtime. She acknowledges she loves to spend time with her friends and to do fun things, even if it’s only watching a DVD together. The only drawback is that I end up having to help organise these get-togethers. She feels it dreadfully when friends have to pull out of an activity or their parents decide they’re going to do something else after they’d already committed. I have to do a lot of soothing of hurt feelings then.

Cat show coming up. That means the Washing of the Cat will happen tonight.


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Dashing past

Things are hectic here. Two loads of washing done after coming home from work. One load in the clothes dryer (school clothes I should have done on the weekend but completely forgot). DD has been washed, dressed in pyjamas, fed, read to, done spelling with and lots of kisses.

I have about 2000 words to write by Thursday on fanfic, not to mention several articles I have to speed read.

There’s a pile of washing up, thanks to the dishwasher that decided to cark it a couple of weeks ago. My study is piled high with boxes because I did a half-arsed tidy up of the family room.

I have 3 pairs of tracky daks to hem for DD (who are these gigantic children they were made for?) and also have to wash, dry and hem two pairs of jeans for me. I have to mend a pair of black pants for work – darn seams coming apart after one wear. Pathetic standard of finishing.

Somewhere in that I have to find time to do my rehab exercises, try to calm my mind and spirit before going to bed (ADD means meditation is rarely successful) and then the mad day starts again.



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The music of God

Read here the op-ed piece from Jack Marx about The Terrible Music of God. Terrible as in bloomin’ awful, and maybe also evoking the ability of music to elicit thoughts of the awe-someness of God.

I freely admit to LOVING traditional church music. I attend an Anglican church – have done so for many years. At some point I was going to a Presbyterian church which had solid music, a much-loved and used church organ (two manuals, 2.5 octaves for the pedals, a decent selection of stops and pretty good acoustics). Now I happily attend a church that calls the communion service a mass, that celebrates the beauty of music and gives it up as an offering of worship to God, and my daughter and I really enjoy it. We sing (well, I sing more than she does – she can’t read so there’s a problem with hymn words), DD doesn’t cry during the music and she has a feeling of ritual as well.

Why would I mention this? After all, didn’t I spend time in Baptist churches, and didn’t I teach at a pentecostal school? Well, Baptist music has changed a huge amount over the past 25 years. What’s sung in what was my grandmother’s local church bears absolutely no resemblance to what I knew when I attended it, and when my nanna would go there. The organ is in mothballs. The choir stalls are never used. I’m surprised they’ve kept the baptistry. After all, wouldn’t that be a way cool place to put the drum kit? As for the pentecostal school, the less said about their music the better. I will keep to one comment: if the chorus wasn’t good the first time you sang it, it definitely won’t improve after you sing it for 6 or 7 times.

DD and I attended a church that had a lovely congregation. Welcoming, interested in the Word of God probably more so than the sacrament of communion, keen on outreach through their much-appreciated and -supported charity shop and lunches. But the music made DD cry. I’m not being facetious here like “Your music makes baby Jesus cry”. I really mean that DD would start to sob, tears would run down her cheeks, she’d bury her face in my jacket and say “I wanna go!”

I tried so hard to work out what was going on there. She didn’t seem to do that with old hymns which was a relief. Graham Kendricks’ music made her bawl. Anything with the ‘twisting of the heart-strings’ chord progressions a la much Hillsong made her sob. Things that were out of tune made her cry. The list was getting longer.

That’s when we moved church. The sobbing child has been replaced by one that is happy, cheeky, and sometimes wriggly. i.e. a normal four year old child. She cheerfully goes to Sunday School. And maybe, just maybe, her angst about singing will reduce enough to allow her mum to be in the church choir next year.

And to show that I’m not a total curmudgeon about modern music, here is a link to The Gaelic Blessing by John Rutter. If you go here you’ll find more MP3s of Australian choirs conducted by Michael Griffin, including modern compositions.


Posted by on December 9, 2010 in Child Development, Church, family, Music


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So, the AFL season is well and truly over. Now evening radio inflicts cricket matches. It was bad enough for test matches, but then there’s the one-day matches and those horrible 20-20 matches whose only good points are that they’re over relatively quickly.

At least when you’re watching cricket with my family you know you should be cheering on Australia, I suppose. Football is a more difficult thing (and that’s even without looking at UK soccer fixtures). We’re an AFL family despite me trying hard to get interested in rugby union or rugby league. The closest I get to that is to go to the local suburban leagues club for cheap dinners.

Sometimes I wish we all lived together in Melbourne, all my family. We could go to the football together (not fun going with a little kid on your own if you’re not feeling 100%). Sure, our family loyalties are split between two teams but my mum is doing her best to convince DD that she should barrack for her team. I say if Richmond turns into the Pink Tigers and all team colours are pink and purple, then DD will barrack for them fervently. What the footballers will play like, who knows? Maybe pink sock be enough, perhaps.

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Posted by on November 4, 2010 in family



Quick update

I wish I had exciting news to share. But it’s pretty quiet here, which I am grateful for.

Still no sign of my stolen jewellery. Sigh. I know I have to move on but it’s still hard to deal with.

More hassles trying to get items fixed under insurance. A local firm managed to “lose” my information and it’s nearly a month since they came to do the assessment. To say I’m peeved is to miss the chance to use far stronger language.

Work is steady and sometimes stressful. Learning new processes and totally amazed at how many people are involved in getting a piece of paper passed around and eventually acted upon. Also helped some students in a position of being a graduate student rather than me being a project manager. Flexible!

DD and I went to a healing service a few weeks ago. Totally amazed that DD sat still during the liturgy and then was content to come to the altar rail to receive a prayer and blessing.

DD’s behaviour has improved a bit over the past week which is an enormous relief. I honestly don’t know how she could bear being in emotional turmoil, poor darling, and I was getting a bit frazzled, too. This evening she mucked around a bit while getting ready for bed, but calmed down and I found out that she hadn’t had a long enough nap during the day. They have a nap room at childcare and honestly, DD really needs a nap every afternoon, even if it’s just for an hour. She’s like me, needs her sleep.

DD has a sleepover tomorrow night at her friend’s house and she’s looking forward to it. Her friend came here about a month ago and the girls had a fantastic time. They eventually went to sleep around 9 pm, little darlings. I wonder when they’ll get to sleep at her friend’s house.

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Posted by on August 6, 2010 in Child Development, family


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“7 Mummy Sins”, but not apparently the ones done by Daddy or Aunty or Uncle …

Seriously, the title of this article stinks. On the surface, it looks like one of those tee-hee, look at me, I do some daft things as a mummy and maybe some of them are ill-advised, so hey, let’s get some so-called experts give their take on it, and voila, here is an article with a snappy headline. And blow me down if I didn’t get caught in the trap of reading the darn thing.

Let me save you time. Basically you aren’t a bad mum if you feed your kid the occasional dinner of baked beans instead of a gourmet meal of pureed organic vegies and a teeny bit of steak from a named cow, or if your kid goes through a phase of only eating one or two things. Things are getting questionable if you use tv all the time to babysit your kids, or if they’re drinking from a baby bottle when they’re old enough to go to preschool. It’s inadvisable to give kids sweets every day – keep them as a “sometime” treat.

WHY is it necessary to make the mother the sinner, the evil one who has to cut corners to get things done, who does things sloppily or holds onto old habits because she doesn’t have time to work on new habits or behaviours? How about coming up with “7 Daddy Sins”? Let me start the list, thinking of some men I have known in the past.

“I leave my kid watching TV all afternoon while I sneak off to my study to play wargames.”

“I take my kid to fastfood restaurants because I couldn’t be stuffed cooking a proper meal for myself and my kid, and besides, I don’t really like vegies and I love hamburgers.”

“I do everything to get out of looking after my kid and I call it babysitting when I do look after him.”

Go on, make your own list!


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Back again

A short holiday interstate with DD proved that it is not entirely possible to have a holiday that involves relaxation with a four-year-old. DD is still behaving, um, like a four-year-old with all her cheekiness and boundary-pushing, plus extra stuff which I rather think is related to grief and working out things like that.

She seems to need more sleep at the moment but that may well be due to the cold and the long nights at this time of year. She was particularly peeved to be woken up this morning but cheered up a little at the thought of going to preschool where she loves the teacher and has a jolly good time with her little friends in the playground. All the same, I had to help her get dressed. No way was she going to actually peel off her warm PJs and get into a fleecy tracksuit – what if she was exposed to the cold air? (There’s a heater in her room but the way she carries on, I think she has her father’s thin blood.)

Circus Oz (see photo gallery here) was an absolute hoot. I can highly recommend it. We were all enthralled and amazed at the strength, flexibility and daring of the performers. Their fast reflexes were amazing! Gotta add, the musicians were very good. Best performance I’ve been to for ages. If you ever have the chance to see them, get tickets as quickly as you can!

It felt absolutely freezing this morning. The lowest temperature was -5 Celsius and as we drove into town, the car’s thermometer had -1C showing as the temperature. Brrrrr! I am a total wuss. I have managed to peel off my hat and woollen coat, but I’m still in a long jacket while I’m in my office.

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Posted by on June 28, 2010 in Entertainment, family


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