Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Execution Eve

What a strange time we find ourselves in. Two Australians and seven others are due to be executed on the Indonesian island of Nusakambangan, probably tonight.

The "Bali 9" were arrested at Denpasar Airport when they attempted to smuggle more than eight kilograms of heroin out of Indonesia 10 years ago. How did the Indonesians know? The Australian Federal Police tipped them off.

According to this timeline http://www.abc.net.au/news/2015-02-12/bali-nine-timeline-andrew-chan-myuran-sukumaran/6085190 Andrew Chan and Myuran Sukamaran were found guilty and sentenced to death by firing squad. This was reported on 14 February 2006. So how do we find ourselves nine years later with the two men about to face execution by firing squad? And how do parents like me explain it to teenagers who are able to watch all manner of terrible human tragedies online and in real time?

There is only truth and as I do with every question ever asked of me by two inquiring children I answer as honestly as I can, with the facts. I try not to colour the answers with my deep-felt beliefs as I expect my children to come to their own conclusions and form their own opinions.

The death penalty achieves nothing. Drug addiction achieves nothing. I have plenty of dead and ruined friends thanks to their addiction to drugs.

Will the world be a better place without these nine convicted drug smugglers? Indonesia thinks so.

In Nepal, a tragedy of incredible proportions is being unveiled as the consequences and death toll from the 7.9 earthquake are revealed.

In Ireland political candidates call for gays to be jailed. In Australia, actors told the Prime Minister to go to Indonesia to save the two Australians from execution. He needed some "balls" according to one, who later explained he didn't really know what he was talking about and didn't know how these things worked.

My grandfather is 109. His advice? Keep your nose clean. I think that's about the best advice you can get.

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Anzac Day, Australian War Memorial

This morning Miss Bliss and I attended the Dawn Service at the Australian War Memorial in Canberra.

It is always a solemn occasion and today's was especially poignant as it was the centenary of the landing at Gallipoli. The crowd has been estimated at 120,000.

Inspired by the sea of poppies in Melbourne's Federation Square I made two brooches last night which we wore today.

The address by the Chief of the Army Lieutenant General David Morrison was one of the best speeches I have heard in recent years.

There were so many men and women in the crowd wearing medals. Some were old, some young. My son has decided to join the Army. If he has leaders the calibre of David Morrison to guide him he will be in good hands.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Art and other adventures

Two days ago I was told something about my work that discouraged me greatly. Once again I am being criticised for doing something the wrong way when 99/100 things I do are better than good.

This has been a pattern and I thought I had learned all the lessons I needed to from these types of experiences. Maybe I'm the one there to teach others their life lessons?

In the interests of sanity and research Miss B and I went to Bungendore today, for a Sunday drive and to take my mind of what I have been churning about for 48+ hours.

Bungendore is one of those sweet little towns that visitors love and think wouldn't it be nice to live there?

We used to live at Murrumbateman so know all about living in a sweet little town near Canberra. I'm more inclined to want to move back to the bright lights of Sydney than go "tree change" at the moment. A sea change would be interesting, but only if it is on the beaten track.

Playing tourist enabled me to see all the art that is for sale in various shops and galleries. What heartens me is that mine is as good. I see what matts and frames are preferred and I see the prices people charge.

We visited the Wood Works Gallery at Bungendore. You must go and visit soon to see the most exquisite piece of furniture I have ever seen. The Hannah Cabinet. The Hannah Cabinet is Geoff Hannah’s latest masterpiece and was made over a six year period using 34 different Australian and international timbers, 4 species of shell and 17 varieties of precious stone with extensive marquetry inlays on 18 doors and on, and in, 140 drawers.

Seriously if I had $1.5 million I would buy it.

Upstairs there is quite the gallery space (that's me in the corner):

Inspired by that adventure. Time to manifest some changes.

Monday, April 6, 2015

A tale of two Harrys

There are two men in my life called Harry. One is Harry Styles, from One Direction. The other is Prince Harry, Prince Henry of Wales.

Top photos by Bliss

I've seen both of them this year.

Miss Bliss and I love our royal watching and Canberra is an easy place to spot a royal or a president or someone as important.

She was late for school one fateful day in Kindergarten when we met Princess Mary and Prince Frederik. Since then we have seen the Queen, Kate and Wills and I've seen Barack Obama and various other leaders.

Just for fun today we went to the Australian War Memorial to catch a glimpse of Prince Harry. As you do on these occasions there is a fair bit of standing around so we got chatting with our Prince-watching neighbours and shared an umbrella when the weather decided to turn "South-East England".

Even with the trifecta of a pretty teenager, toddlers and a baby in our group, Harry didn't come and shake our hands. But we didn't mind. We started a chant of "Harry, Harry, Harry" and watched with some mirth as Samantha Armytage was made up, fussed over, lit, filmed, and then put herself in position to snatch a chat with Harry. He didn't bite.

Sunday, April 5, 2015

The "Real" Housewives of Melbourne

Today being Easter Day I was happy to do not very much. I went and collected Mr C from Murrumbateman where he spent his birthday night with his dad (and SO) and grandparents and when we got home I plopped on the lounge and did something I normally would not do...switched on the television late morning to find the trashiest show possible.

Hours later I had watched four episodes of The Real Housewives of Melbourne. Oh wow. This is Mean Girls on Steroids. This is the bully girls from school all grown up. There was not a natural face amongst them. Their breasts were all fake, their faces did not move, even when they cried.

Over four episodes there was a feud between "Gamble" and "Janet" because Janet had dared to pass on to the Gamble the "gossip" that people thought she had been a stripper.

I sat on the lounge and crocheted my way through four episodes. What I have learnt is that there are women who truly think plastic surgery will make them look better (must be coming off a low base). There are women who do not eat. There are women who identify only with the man they are partnered with.

There is no beauty in a face that does not move. There is no beauty in bitching about your "friends" behind their backs. There is no dignity in participating in a "reality" show that throws people together who obviously hate each other.

Yes, I watched it. I probably will never watch another episode. But these types of programs made that Kardashian family famous for being totally fatuous. It will be a good thing when the Internet dies and all this "reality" becomes fantasy.

PS: After the past few years I've had, I needed a total brain fade and I got it today. That is all.

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Breathe out

The firstborn turned 18 today. I feel as though I can breathe out. What a wonderful adventure in life it is to have children, especially two as bright and interesting and challenging as mine.

Mr C is with his dad tonight, celebrating in true Australian style at the pub, where they went for dinner. We used to go there many Friday nights. A lovely country inn, family friendly, footy on the big screen.

Miss Bliss and I had a lovely dinner tonight and are now watching a Hugh Grant/Sandra Bullock chick flick.

It's Easter Saturday, day 2 of a four-day weekend.

The only reason to have left the premises is to stock up on food, wine and birthday presents.

Easter Day tomorrow.

I've written in Mr C's baby book that I had the good fortune to begin when I was pregnant. It was interesting to read through it today. All his milestones. Glad I wrote them down as there are certain things of which I knew I would forget the details.

I would post a photo but even though I was allowed to take a selfie with me and him I am not allowed to post it anywhere.

But I did do some crocheting and had some lovely wine and will keep the photo for posterity.

I got roses. Of course I got roses. I bought them for myself, because anyone who has been a mother for 18 years deserves roses. xox