Reality check

A big shake up for myself and J. Yesterday so tragically a co-worker of J's lost his life in a car accident on his way to work. What makes it so sad is that this man's death is reported in the news as an after-thought in an article about traffic snarls and congestion. He was someone's husband, father, son.

It made us realise how we need to set up our wills/life insurance for our children.

Warning: contains caffeine

What was I thinking last night when I ate four gourmet biscuits each topped with a choc coated coffee bean? I drink decaff coffee for goodness sake. Guess who didn't get much sleep last night?

Add to that AJ coming in for a cuddle, then putting him back to bed to feed Will, then putting him back to bed. Then finding Timmy wanting a snuggle and putting him back to bed and then bringing Will back as he is unsettled - he spent the rest of the night. AJ returned to and spent the remainder as well.

Between two warm sweet smelling boys I finally found my repose.

Those bickies were very nice tho'

On a sunny Sunday afternoon

Just come back from a lovely picnic on the shores of Lake Burley Griffin. Remembered to take the camera, forgot to take extra batteries.

The boys enjoyed themselves running around (at times way too close to the edge) terrorising the cyclists. They fed the moor hens and the black swans bread crusts and some jatz crackers as well.

We played cricket too.

AJ found the automatic toilet very amusing and laughed at the auto feed toilet paper dispenser. Press the red button and the paper unwinds.

I haven't had much time to do any scrapping in the last few days. Since my darling other half set up his super computer (now sporting a new gig of memory just for me) in the lounge room I feel like I am on show. My lap top was in the study nook in the hall away from everything. I now sit down and get hassled by three boys who want to play computer games or sit on my lap or just bang on the keyboard (Will). I can't do any at the moment because AJ is playing V8 supercars on the computer while Daddy watches the real thing on the telly.

All on a sunny Sunday afternoon.

A damsel with a dulcimer

I start my very first blog entry with probably my most favourite piece of poetry....

Kubla Kahn - Samuel Taylor Coleridge

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And here were gardens bright with sinuous rills
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced;
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves:
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 't would win me
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

Let's crack open a bottle of champers then and celebrate!