Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Oh where, oh where have the holidays gone?
Oh where, oh where can they be?
With the school bags packed and the lunches made
Oh where, oh where can they be.~*~
How short, how short did the 2 weeks fly by
How short, how short did they seem
With an Easter break and some fun in between
How short, how short did they seem.~*~
How long, how long have my boys’ feet grown
Their hooves are growing like weeds!
With each term they seem to need more new shoes
Their toes are pricey to feed.~*~
I should be pressing the uniforms
Locating the winter woollies
But I’m pooped from all of the rest that we’ve had
I need a holiday please.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Have you read “The Cay” by Theodore Taylor? If you haven’t, I’d recommend it. I read it many years ago as a student and now E is studying it as a novel study for English Lit. The story is told of a Jamaican man and a white boy who are both marooned on an island. It is a simple story of friendship borne by the common need for survival. It speaks of friendship transcending race, colour, or class. It tells about how people can be friends despite not having very much in common. It tells about respect and how everyone has strengths and weaknesses. Quite simply put, it points to how we are all the same under the skin.
The book is a treasure trove of symbolism. The young white boy is blinded physically by an accident, and becomes totally dependent on Timothy the black man. His blindness is also symbolic of the entrenched racial views which the boy knows his mother had, though he himself, has never had any dealings with black people.
Timothy breathed softly beside me. I had now been with him every moment of the day and night for two months, but I had not seen him. I remembered that ugly welted face. But now, in my memory, it did not seem ugly at all. It seemed only kind and strong.
I asked, 'Timothy, are you still black?'
His laughter filled the hut.
These holidays, E has had to design a 'static image' for this book.In designing his image, E used the colours of black and white to depict the racial theme. He also depicted some of the key elements of the story such as the fishing rod, the cane, and the rope. The boy baulks at making a rope at one stage, not realising that Timothy is giving him a means to follow the rope down to the sea, a means to survival. E felt that the rope represents the turning point of the relationship, where the boy eventually realises that the black man is actually trying to help him. Because of this, E plaited 3 pieces of string – white, black, and red. The red, in the rope and the heart, is the only other colour on the static picture. It represents the bond that all humankind shares – the same lifeblood we all have.
“Why be fish different colours, or flowers? I do not know but I true think beneath the skin is all the same….”
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
As you move into Spring with its pretty blossoms and new buds, we are slowly easing ourselves into Autumn. The leaves are (somewhat reluctantly) blessing the countryside with their multi-coloured hues. The mornings have a certain briskness in the air, but the days are still warm and sunny. For who knows how long!
Thank you for all your wonderful comments and emails re the boys’ piano playing. You are all very kind indeed! We're glad you enjoyed them. No promises, but we might be able to put more clips on later, once the IT Manager of the House has played around with his new video-editing software…..
Only a few more days of holiday before the second term begins….more change!
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
I think you were meant to write that Easter muse, Ange of the North.
Much appreciated. Thanks too for keeping the ‘home fires burning’! It has been quite the Easter. Lots to think about.
We are now home.
I have to get my beauty’s sleep tonight, but will try and post some clips from the boys’ comps in the next wee while.
Watch this space….the Home IT Dept is on to it.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
This weekend, my dearest was dealing to the jungle that is our front garden. As he hacked his way through the foliage towards our garden bin, he noticed a heavily egg-laden mama PRAYING MANTIS.
The Orthodera novaezealandiae is only found in NZ, although there are similar species found in places such as South Africa and Australia.The New Zealand Praying Mantis is a large bright green insect with a small triangular head, large compound eyes, and also a smaller pair of less obvious eyes. They have a flexible neck and thorax. Forelegs are long and powerful and lined with sharp spines for catching prey. The female is noticeably larger than the males. The Praying Mantis is named for its common stance of holding up its forelegs as if in prayer.
Now this posting is not for the squeamish! Don’t read on if you are this way inclined.
This time of the year is apparently kinda like ‘Spring for Praying Mantises’. The Mama Praying Mantis (“Big Mama”) that K spotted, had a male PM (PM1) attached to her back as she continued with her daily routine. Pretty inconvenient, if you ask me!
Anyway, another male PM (#2) decided that he might like to cash in on the good times. Male PM 2 therefore started to approach Big Mama. I guess Big Mama must’ve been a bit hormonal, and instantly took objection to having any more freeloaders…
Unfortunately for PM 2, Big Mama was quite a bit bigger than him, and a bit hungrier too (since she was eating for about 25). And since Praying Mantises are carnivorous and totally unselective about their cuts of meat, PM2 suddenly found out (the hard way) that busy Big Mamas should never be messed with. Within the space of a few minutes, PM2 became Big Mama fodder (PMT(ea) !)
Yes, those are eyeballs hanging on the cobweb to the bottom left! Gross.
Naturally, Male PM1 continued to do what he was doing…probably with a certain amount of satisfaction (and relief that he was stuck at the other end)! In true PM fashion, he was still enjoying his job a few hours later as Big Mama finished off her fast food snack.
In NZ, we are a little more sophisticated and are spared some of the more gruesome habits of the other species of Praying Mantises. The female doesn’t always eat the male after his few hours of fun. Instead, because of sheer exhaustion, the male will die. Helpful. And to prove that she is the fairer sex, the female will also do likewise. Her exhaustion probably due to having to cart around a large belly full of eggs, plus entertain a male on her back, whilst fighting for her rights, as well as having to hunt for her own dinner.
Hmmm. I’m sure there is a moral in here somewhere.
Monday, April 6, 2009
It's been a very hectic time, but today included some pockets of peace. This morning, after spending my entire Saturday at school for Kindergarten "Screaming", I stayed home from church with Big Bear. Whew! It was so lovely to breathe the same air together for a while... We made and ate brunch, and actually had a conversation! So Southern Ange, you can rest assured that we have spent time together.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
We have had a full and busy week this week. Again, but more so than usual. I’m not complaining though - the busyness was punctuated with many wonderful moments which made me smile, and filled the cockles of my heart with warm fuzzy bits. Whilst I didn’t have my camera on hand for many of these moments, here are a few I can share with you.
L working hard on his excellent project
Getting my hair cut after years of neglect
Seeing the menfolk deal to the dishes!Flooding the soul with music – concerts, practices, happy whistling, new CD’s,singing, workshops, music everywhere.
Taking my parents to see an outstanding production of
“My Fair Lady”, and celebrating their 40-something years of
being married to each other. What a legacy!