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Ben 10 Live

For our Holiday Trip we took Thomas and Lachlan to Ben 10 Live at the Sydney Entertainment Centre. Thanks to Katie & Greg for babysitting Jack & Julia while we were at the concert, and for letting us squash into their apartment. 🙂

As we walked into the Entertainment Centre, a photo stand was set up, and the boys were able to get a photo.

I’ll ask the boys to leave a comment to tell you what they thought of the show.

Ben10 Theme Song.

Rain from Nowhere

Murray Hartin‘s poem, Rain from Nowhere (written February 2007) was published in the Daily Telegraph today. He wrote it in about three hours, “to highlight the horrendous circumstances many of our farmers and the rural community (affected by the drought), are now facing.” I must say it got a tear out of me.

His cattle didn’t get a bid, they were fairly bloody poor,
What was he going to do? He couldn’t feed them anymore,
The dams were all but dry, hay was thirteen bucks a bale,
Last month’s talk of rain was just a fairytale.

His credit had run out, no chance to pay what’s owed,
Bad thoughts ran through his head as he drove down Gully Road
‘Geez, great grandad bought the place back in 1898,
Now I’m such a useless bastard, I’ll have to shut the gate.’

‘Can’t support my wife and kids, not like dad and those before,
Christ, Grandma kept it going while Pop fought in the war.’
With depression now his master, he abandoned what was right,
There’s no place in life for failures, he’d end it all tonight.

There were still some things to do, he’d have to shoot the cattle first,
Of all the jobs he’d ever done, that would be the worst.
He’d have a shower, watch the news, then they’d all sit down for tea.
Read his kids a bedtime story, watch some more TV.

Kiss his wife goodnight, say he was off to shoot some roos.
Then in a paddock far away he’d blow away the blues.
But he drove in the gate and stopped – as he always had
To check the roadside mailbox – and found a letter from his Dad.

Now his dad was not a writer, Mum did all the cards and mail
But he knew the style from the notebooks that he used at cattle sales.
He sensed the nature of its contents, felt moisture in his eyes,
Just the fact his dad had written was enough to make him cry.

‘Son, I know it’s bloody tough, it’s a cruel and twisted game,
This life upon the land, when you’re screaming out for rain.
There’s no candle in the darkness, not a single speck of light
But don’t let the demon get you, you have to do what’s right.’

‘I don’t know what’s in your head but push the bad thoughts well away,
See, you’ll always have your family at the back end of the day.
You have to talk to someone, and yes I know I rarely did,
But you have to think about Fiona and think about the kids.’

‘I’m worried about you son, you haven’t rung for quite a while,
I know the road you’re on ’cause I’ve walked every bloody mile.
The date? December 7 back in 1983,
Behind the shed I had the shotgun rested in the brigalow tree.’

‘See, I’d borrowed way too much to buy the Johnson place,
Then it didn’t rain for years and we got bombed by interest rates.
The bank was at the door, I didn’t think I had a choice,
I began to squeeze the trigger – that’s when I heard your voice.’

‘You said “Where are you Daddy? It’s time to play our game,
I’ve got Squatter all set up, you might get General Rain.”
It really was that close, you’re the one that stopped me son,
And you’re the one that taught me there’s no answer in a gun.

‘Just remember people love you, good friends won’t let you down,
Look, you might have to swallow pride and get a job in town.
Just ’til things come good, son, you’ve always got a choice
And when you get this letter ring me, cause I’d love to hear your
voice.’

Well he cried and laughed and shook his head then put the truck in gear,
Shut his eyes and hugged his dad in a vision that was clear,
Dropped the cattle at the yards, put the truck away
Filled the troughs the best he could and fed his last ten bales of hay.

Then he strode towards the homestead, shoulders back and head held high,
He still knew the road was tough but there was purpose in his eye.
He called for his wife and children, who’d lived through all his pain,
Hugs said more than words – he’d come back to them again.

They talked of silver linings, how good times always follow bad,
Then he walked towards the phone, picked it up and rang his Dad.
And while the kids set up the Squatter, he hugged his wife again,
Then they heard the roll of thunder and they smelt the smell of rain.

Town of Cochrane Mural Mosaic

This site (http://www.muralmosaic.com/Cochrane.html) was sent to me via a listserve I belong to. I think the artwork is absolutely amazing. This mural is made as a mosaic of artworks. Each panel is 1 foot square and is an individual picture. These panels are then placed together to form the mural. You can click on each panel to see just that panel in detail. Check out the horse’s eye in detail.

Thomas’ thankyou letter

A couple of weeks ago, one of the teachers I work with offered me a bag of toys that her kids had outgrown to give to my boys. Thomas & Lachlan have enjoyed playing with all of them. We asked Thomas to write a thankyou letter to Rowena write after we got them. Thomas & Luci drafted a letter together, then Luci wrote it out on a piece of paper for Thomas to copy from. We were impressed with Thomas’ writing so I thought I must scan that. Now I’ve got a bit of time to upload it. Here it is.

Dear Rowena and kids,

Thankyou for the toys. We really like them. from Thomas and Lachlan.

Bubble Hats

Here the boys are enjoying creating some bubble hats.

I’m not cheeky

Lachlan loves a bath – here he is, about to get in the bath, but smiling cheekily around the corner first!!

Bath Time Again

The boys do like their baths, here are a couple of photos taken tonight.

Lachlan the Builder

One of the things Lachlan got in his showbag at yesterday’s Dubbo Show visit was a “Bob the Builder” dress-up. He has hardly had it off since he got it. 😀