Dig This!

24 03 2009

Tuesday afternoon is our gardening afternoon.  Lately it has either been raining, or too hot, or we’ve had some other errands to run, so it’s been a while since I’ve spent the whole afternoon in the backyard.  I started cleaning some stuff out of the shed for the council cleanup coming up.  Ben helped by taking everything out of the shed and putting it on the lawn.  He loves playing with my tools.  Even though he has his own mower, wheelbarrow, shovel, rake, trowel and fork, nothing is as good as playing with the real thing.  As it is bin night tonight, I filled the wheelie bin with grass clippings from the ever-growing pile in the corner of the yard.  Ben helped by digging grass clippings and depositing them all over the backyard.  Then I moved onto the compost bin and, after a big tantrum over which was Mummy’s trowel and which was Ben’s, we started digging out the beautifully rich compost from the bottom and transferring it to various gardens around the house.



Not surprisingly Ben’s favourite word at the moment is “dig”, closely followed by “mower” which he shouts out whenever he sees or hears one going in the neighbourhood.  I had to stop on our walk today and explain that the “mower” he thought he could hear was actually a helicoptor.  I think it will be a while until he can say that, so until then we will have mowers flying through the sky too.



Blog What?

14 03 2009

I am quite blown away by the blogging world.  A few weeks ago I didn’t read any blogs.  I started out reading a few blogs by my friends and then with curiosity explored a bit further to see what other bloggers actually write about.  And because bloggers love referring to other blogs that they’ve been reading, I find that the more I read blogs, the more blogs I read.

Apart from journal type blogs, I have been reading instructional blogs on home management, knitting, gardening, parenting, and lots more.  The wealth of information out there is astounding.  But to be honest it is mostly like reading a magazine.  You have to trawl through lots of stuff you already know, don’t care to know, and advertisements for stuff you never knew you needed to know. 

So reading blogs is like reading a magazine.  That’s fine, I’ll grab a cuppa and read a few posts each day.  I might learn something, I might not.   That’s ok, it’s relaxing and enjoyable.

But the kind of blogs I truly gain from, really learn something from, are going to be my friends journal blogs.  What a wonderful way of keeping in touch with each other.  If you are one of my blogging friends please keep it up.  I don’t care about the quality of the writing or the quality of the content.  I care about you.  Because the more I know about what you are doing, the more I know you, and the more I can encourage you, pray for you and love you. 

So after pondering the thought of topical blogging, I have thrown it aside.  I don’t want hundreds of strangers to read what I write.  I want my friends to read it.  It won’t be educational.  It probably won’t even be interesting.  But it will be me.  Just me and the stuff I do.

Story Time

11 03 2009

This is how the story went…

There was a playschool concert on TV a few days ago which I taped.  It’s a live performance with four of the presenters singing a whole bunch of playschool favourite songs to a small bunch of kids.  In the middle of the performance they did “story time”.  It was a story that I’ve seen them do several times in different formats.  There’s a princess in a castle all dressed up for her wedding.  The food is on the table and everyone is waiting for the arrival of the prince.  The prince turns up and knocks on the door but nobody answers.  Various village people come by the castle and give the poor prince advice, like knocking higher or louder, and then eventually some smart cookie tells him to ring the doorbell, and they all live happily ever after… anyway in this performance, Karen is being the princess, dressed up in her crown, and along comes Jay as the prince.  Now ordinarily Ben loves Jay, but as soon as he turned up and started knocking on the door, Ben freaked out and started bawling.  We’ve watched the show three times now and everytime he reacts negatively at exactly the same point.  I don’t know if it was because he was wearing a crown or a cape or because he was knocking on the door or because he was frustrated with the stupidity of the character…

…and at this point, Dave looked up from his chicken nugget dinner and said to me, “I think you need to start a blog.”

So in an attempt to reduce the story overload on my husband, and to feel more connected to friends I’ve hardly spoken to in years because I’m too scared to pick up the telephone, here is my blog.