The Blog Reborn

Hi! Everyone thought I should take some time off from searching cyberspace to share with you, here on the recently patched and painted (courtesy of COK, lets hear three hearty cheers. HIP HIP) blog, some of my recently acquired wisdoms. Whew even I need to read that sentence (if you could call it that) twice. Wisdom #1: When Bloging, whatever you do don’t delete, you get no second chance. I am mortified that it was I who lost all your words and pictures. Thank god I’m not your investment advisor. Should the ongoing search of cyberspace fail we can draw some recompense in the knowledge that Margaret O’Keefe, AKA “mum” is in possession of edited hard copies of all previous blogs with the exception of some of Robert’s more libelous ones which can still be found in drive D/My Documents of his vulnerably shared computer. Should anyone be in need of any of this material please don’t hesitate to contact me and for a small administration and handling charge it can be made available in thirty days or less guaranteed money back if not bla..bla….
Enough of this dwelling on past failures, lets look at how good is the present and how great will be the future and if we had to find one word for all this good and great what would it be? Would it start with an A? No! Would it start with a B? B….B..Bunnings that’s it. You win. You stand here at the start of the golden mile. The grey clouds part the sun lights you…
Whew lucky for you guys I was distracted there and now re reading today I get a glimpse of how dangerous that Bunnings induction stuff was. Who knows what the long range consequences could be. The most interesting thing was that of the forty two inductees at least thirty were still at school, Bunnings is the new Macdonalds with hammers instead of hamburgers and French windows instead of fries. I’m doing a four day thirty eight hour week so far and have survived seven ten hour shifts on the concrete without taking a single afternoon, let alone morning nap . Admittedly I slept with my boots on the first night out of fear that I would never get them back on to feet that would surely be swollen to double size by the next day.
To add to the excitement of new work there have been celebrations of landmark occasions on the family front. Anne’s Fiftieth, AKA Ann’s Wet Fiftieth, relocated at the eleventh hour to the local church hall, put me in mind of events past at the Goolmangar hall except that we could drink as much as we liked inside, even the ladies. I was a bit disappointed that Catt did not throw together at least a little one act play given the available stage, though in the absence of Hugh to accompany on the also available piano I shall forgive her. (forgiveness I may rescind if she doesn’t soon blog a more comprehensive critique of the event in full) If Anne could just duplicate the miracle of the rains I’m sure she could have repeat performances of her 50th throughout western NSW and the catchments forever and never grow a day older.
The following weekend saw Gabby and Adrian attain their majorities at a well attended and delightfully run event at the Brookvale Hotel. Guests felt safe under the benevolent gaze of our own personal Sudanese security guard who found favor in the hearts of many of the ladies and, I suspect, a number of the gentlemen. The wine flowed freely not only in the metaphorical sense and Manly went down to the Broncos(?) making as little impact on the levity of the occasion as the rain had the previous weekend’s revelries. Gabby was gorgeous and Adrian was, well big, especially when he donned his boxer style dressing gown gift. I who require very little encouragement when it comes to cavorting in the ambient atmosphere of an ale house, enjoyed myself immensely and that enjoyment was only enhanced by the Bendy Bus Roller Coaster trip back to town.
Is it just me or does anyone else think that Phil Koperberg (bushfires commander in chief) looks more like a Thai Admiral every time you see him. With all that bling he better not fall down, he’d need a crane to pick him up. And another thing, when is this Government going to take a little more interest in fire bugs who, on a head count of life and property, are the equals if not the betters of any terrorists. Bring on the war on firebugs I say.
Now I’m going to attempt to post a few snaps without any serious crashing so wish me luck.