So… This is her very first day of not going to school.
I gotta tell you… I have smiled all day.
It is a sublime day of sunshine and light winds.
A good day to begin a journey.
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
Indeed, Mr Tolkien. Indeed.
We spend the whole day in the water.
A couple of hours at the pool, then the afternoon at the beach.
Today is 39deg Celcius and, as Jonathon Richman says, “The Beach be one of the Best things we Got”.
Myself, Zoe and Daisy. We have a routine happening this Summer. Hit Sommers Beach by 9.30am. Swim, play, chill. Then wander up the trail to Sommers Cafe for a milkshake and cheese sandwiches. Ah… Summer!
A few friends camping in the Backyard for a few days. Each day drifting nicely into the next.
Your predictable White Bread BBQ as a tasty bookend to each day.
The Family Picnic at the aptly named, Devils Bend Reservoir. Where are the 4000 ‘newly released’ trout hiding? Behind me?
The quintessential Beach Trip. Not to Bondi, as such, but more your lazy morning at Sommers Beach. Sandcastles, fossicking in the seaweed, chasing waves, chasing chips and milkshakes in the Sommers General Store …it’s all hoot when the kids are 2 and 4 and 11.
The blokey fishing trip. The Bourke st of Boat Ramps. Way, way busy. Confessing our nervousness to each other, most un-bloke like.
Six fish later and the evening BBQ is a tad more presentable.
The Big Night rambles onwards toward 12, as it does, I gradually become introspective. It had been a hard year when it wasn’t being an awesome year. Well actually, both extremes of life seemed to happen at once all too suspiciously often.
I hope 2013 is a year of exploits, adventures and joy. No matter what happens I have love for my girls. They will continue to have a Dadda that keeps them in the center of his universe.
Heading up to Loch. The Boxing Day visit. A Tradition.
Loch is problematic for me. It is Beths family Hobby Farm and for quite a while now I have felt like a very annoying Third Wheel. Perhaps it truly could be said that I really do a splendid version of an ‘Annoying Third Wheel’…
However, I really felt the need to be with my family for the next few days.
Somewhat daunted, I climbed in the car, coaxing Daisy along the hiway without screaming fits (a win). As it is often the case with these things my fears were unfounded. I was made to feel very welcome.
At Loch there were old boats to be examined, a Tree House to renovate, books to consume, devine food to lust for, and… the serenity. Ah, the serenity.