Reasons to be grumpy.

It's not right -is it? - to come back from a relaxing beach holiday feeling more tired than before you left. I'm convinced part of this exhaustion stems from contemplating (and doing) the mind-boggling amount of laundry generated by the trip: bedding, towels and beach towels for 8 people which I alone am stuck with because my sister had some weak-arsed excuse about not being able to bring huge amounts of manchester on the aeroplane. Hmph.

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I was completely convinced that my thyroid medication needed topping up because my metabolism had slowed down and I was putting on weight, but I saw my GP yesterday and the thyroid is perfect. Apparently I have to increase my fibre & fluid intake and cut back on the chocolate consumption. Hmph, pfft.

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Also, Climber is having another growth spurt. It's not that I grudge him the massive amount of Weetbix this process requires and God knows I remember how exhausted I felt when I was growing him during pregnancy, but the kid is hard work when he grows. During his last growth spurt poor Cherub could not open his mouth in front of Climber without getting his head bitten off, such was the grump level. The current spurt is less angry but outrageously emotional. To the point that if I hear him crying / yelling / disappearing into his bed my first reaction is What NOW? Don't worry, I hardly ever say that. But I think it. A lot.

A wedding in Torquay.

As we waited for the bride to arrive we watched a menacing cloud blow across the ocean towards us, and put up our umbrellas. But when it hit, the rain was light and only the cold-blooded (ie. me) shivered in the wind. Then the sun came back out and two sweet souls declared their love and their commitment to each other.

My sister, her partner, her 2 kids and the four of us shared a posh beach house in Torquay, courtesy of our Dad. Four kids (aged 3 - 7) in one room, and somehow they managed to get to sleep. Eventually. The expensive posh house also featured crazy DIY wiring that meant that the switch for the light in the top-floor front bedroom was located at the rear of the house on the ground floor; surprisingly, we didn't find it upon our slightly drunken return from the reception and had to sleep the first night with the light on. (Why don't people pay professionals? I'm still waiting for the apology from the landlord, I said I'd accept wine and chocolate.) My cousin Emma loaned us her very nice and brave boyfriend who did the babysitting for us while we partied on at the reception.

We had a delightful weekend, lots of food, family and fun. All the good pictures are on my sister's camera, she donated her services as her wedding present to the happy couple. I'm hoping to see some of them soon. I left the memory card for my camera in the computer at home and had to limit myself to the 6 shots my internal memory chip can hold. The weather was not really beach-friendly but it seemed mean not to take the kids down to the water so this is them on Sunday morning and by Sunday afternoon they were able to put on their wetsuits and actually play in the water. A bit.

Hi I'm A Mac

After years in the PC wilderness I'm back in Mac. Thank the lord. Actually, thank the Nell.

Because Nell knows The Guy.

The Guy (he's her very good friend and I liked him even before he was The Guy, his son learns tap with me) gave her his G4, which she mostly used to stay up all night playing World of Warcraft. As you do. (It's an internetty Dungeons and Dragons game as far as I can work out, I don't really want to know any more than that...) But anyway, then The Guy gave her his G5 and so now *I* have the G4. What a guy. Seriously.

It's taken less than 3 days to get to a level of functionality that I am happy with, (you know emails set up, bookmarks in web browsers etc) and that's been 3 days that included a birthday party, (Cherub's best friend's) the monthly Family Lunch with The Fixits, Mother's Group, Tap Hall spackfiller repairs, 4 classes of tap dancing and the rest of the crap I do like feeding the family. I reckon it took at least 3 weeks with my other computer and a-LOT-and-a-LOT of swearing. This is not just because Macs rock. It is also because Vista really, really, really sucks. So I'm leaving the Evil Empire Computer to the males of Chez Fixit, and I shall blog at you from the comfort of my lovely new Apple. I've nearly got the hang of the X close-box being on the other side (it's like when you drive a European car and keep putting the windscreen wipers on when you want to indicate.) If anyone knows what I should do when the computer underlines a word in red to tell me it is misspelled, I would be grateful if you could share your knowledge with me. On the PC I used to right-click and the spellcheck would give me the correct options, but my days of right-clicking are O-V-A-H.

I leave you with a picture of the Cherub from his Best Friend's Party. Shown here modelling the T-rex face paint and the novelty glasses. I call him the Harrypottersaurus Rex.



Thank you Nell and thank you Greg. Mwah.

It ain't easy being green.

The experiment with paving paint for my new tap boards has not been wholly successful, sad to say. The green looks nice and, at Le @ Third On the Right's suggestion, I did in fact end up adding a decorative stencil (pretty butterflies, in silver and purple) which pleased my students, particularly the very small ones, no end. So that was the good part.

But then....

When we first got them into the hall, we found minor bowing had occurred. We couldn't see it when they were arrayed round our backyard but when we laid them down side by side there were a multitude of small ripples - an accident waiting to happen. Fortunately I came armed with gaffer tape which subdued the undulation somewhat and after a few nights of storing them side up they have flattened out nicely. Phew.

Next, I began to realise that paving paint seems not to be any tougher than plain paint and this is rather disappointing, given that added toughness was pretty much the whole point. I've had them for 2 weeks now and the paint is already quite chipped.

Finally, and maybe worst of all, paving paint has turned out to be MUCH MORE SLIPPERY. So much so that it caused a sliding frenzy (where they were doing it on purpose to impress each other) in the Junior Shufflers class and one of its members who shall remain nameless but who is my eldest son put the tip of their tap shoe into the plasterboard and made a nasty whole therein. Hello spackfiller.

I am still trying to work out the best solution to the whole problem, but in the meantime, and on the advice of a friend who runs a ballet school, I have taken to washing the boards with Ajax (floor detergent) and Coca-cola. I said wouldn't lemonade do? and she said no it has to be coke. So coke it was. I was very afraid that I'd come in the next day to find the boards crawling with ants, but can only assume that blending the detergent with the sugar is what kept the critters away. Anyway, the coke floor was much more effective than the hairspray on the students' tap shoes. Although possibly the fact that I'd inadvertently bought a "non-sticky" hairspray (D'oh) might have unfairly rigged that comparison...

Still, the green comes up nicely in the photos.

Fete Accompli

The day Bronnie and the kids left was our school fete. It's massive, our school fete. Included amongst the day's activities was some baking by me ...



some sliding by Cherub...



...and some climbing by Climber.



Fun for all, and Cherub came home the proud owner of a bloody big toy.


It was so big in fact that we had to ditch Fixit to get it home in the car. He made it back eventually.

Also, my mates on the clothing stall ensured I went home with the purple designer evening dress (Mariana Hardwick oohlala) for the massive sum of $5. And then when I was in at school yesterday some awesome women (who were much better than me at finding their way round the remaining jumbled up clothing boxes waiting to be shipped off to charity) managed to find a whole swag of cute stuff for my boys. And a nice little pair of summer shorts for me. Now that the shorts have been washed I can show them off at school and tap tomorrow; it's one of my compulsions that new clothes must be worn immediately.

Lest We Forget

On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, we keep a minute's silence in memory of those who died or suffered in all wars and armed conflicts.

I mostly spent my minute of silence thinking solemnly and sadly of the sacrifices and suffering caused by war. But as I was in a classroom full of 7-and-8 year-olds who were trying to keep quiet for a whole sixty seconds, I admit that I was, to some degree, stifling rueful laughter. Some of them (my son included) were inspired to join in with trumpety noises during the Last Post, others twitched and wriggled and whispered to their friends. They tried, they sort of know the significance of the moment, but they are so young still, and they can't really grasp it. They spontaneously applauded when the Last Post finished, whereupon their teacher gently informed them that clapping was not appropriate. And they cheered when the announcement went up that they could now go to playlunch. As one of the teachers remarked later to me, it's a very long minute.

These kids can't really fathom the significance of Remembrance Day because they live in a peaceful country in relatively peaceful times. This is something I feel enormously grateful for. I am hopeful that I will never witness my boys pitting their frail and vulnerable flesh against the savagery of man-made weapons, but there are no guarantees, and it could happen any way, any day; in a tall building, on a train, in a bar on the beach. A future free of the barbarity of war is why we do and should commemorate this day and why we keep saying to each other Never Forget.

My grandfather, when he was a lieutenant in the Royal Australian Navy Volunteer Reserve. This picture was taken in 1942, with my grandmother and my aunt. He was 31 years old and had been married only 2 years. He survived the war.

Houseguests

Dear Cyber-family, I am missing you but I've been spending time with my blood-family this week. My sister came to photograph the horsies in the Spring Racing Carnival, and brought the cousins with her. And my Mum flew in from Sydney for a few days too, but had to make do with staying with her sister, there was definitely no room at our inn this week. Bron's mob head back to Canberra on Sunday. So I'll catch up with everyone after that. Stomperxx