Alan is 57 today and the new age is launched with him knuckling down to some serious listing. All encouraged by an early eBay sale.
However the new age might also be coming in the way it did in biblical times with Noah and his Ark! There are even streets in Ipswich closed because of flooding – Pula! Pula! Pula! with a real difference this time.
But there are other nice things to tell – about the frogs – they craaak, keks, grind it out longer craaaaaak, then go into antiphonal harmony with higher and lower registers and change the rhythms and volume – we sometimes have to crank up the TV volume!
And the birds – the rainbow lorikeets in the palm trees start guzzling and fighting over the space before dawn every morning! Dear little aggressive loud things. There is a story that a pommie family went home after migrating because the birds are so loud here. In our other house it was the crows – pretty much all day and here we have the lorikeets as well. They are so beautiful though, bright and in your face – like the traditional Aussie is supposed to be.
Our other preoccupation is how we are going to survive the next couple of months financially. The relentless rain has ‘dried up’ the markets!! We have tried twice since returning from South Africa, rained out at Gatton by 10.30 am with a small $100 take and then at Toowoomba went undercover and did much better but still not even survival levels. Hoping for better luck at Beaudesert next Saturday – yes New years’ Day –has to be auspicious although the weather prophets are not giving good news and then a long trek to Lismore which is undercover and our old stamping ground.
What was lovely about Toowoomba was that for the first time in many weeks Al and I had a proper conversation. We sat under the stars in the orderly attractive Toowoomba showgrounds and sipped a small tipple while we settled some of our stuff. Somehow before the holiday and on the holiday and since the holiday we sort of couldn’t really speak our minds. Much to do with the cruel way Al left Ipswich Hockey and how they treated him to lead to his decision to leave… funny how only time makes it possible to find the words to say what you feel and then once the right words come the feelings are addressed and you feel better. Took Al about 3 months …
Terrible to abandon a 40 year old dream and a whole piece of your life – Alan not being involved in hockey except as a veteran player is almost unthinkable – yet it is how it is and he is smiling again and the black band has left his forehead and I have my boy back. What a relief, just a shame my girls are not in Australia to enjoy the transformation!!!
Well the rain is hissing down again and I might give up on wiping the mould off the doors and every other wooden surface. There is a film of moisture on the floor tiles and all the cupboards smell mouldy…
That is the link to the picasa pics of the rain, you will have to cut and paste into your browser… soon will get them linking!!