Unloading cattle on a freezing morning, a big night time bonfire, looking at emus, getting bogged.
The memories of the country/city collision had almost receded until we looked through photos as we got ready for school "news" this week.
We've had a fantastic response here at AO to the story about Jodie Weekes, our crafty woman of the week in Cobar!
The innovative young mum and wife of a farmer is bringing back craft - it's the new black don't you know? Seriously, I saw a sign saying exactly that 'craft is the new black' in a very groovy shop in Mildura a few weeks ago. And the gorgeous Jodie is proving that.
It’s an impressive show at this week’s Mining and Energy Symposium, the agenda reads like a who’s who of the emerging market strengths, and the delegates dotted amongst the Broken Hill auditorium are both from mining’s glory days in the 1970’s and ‘80s; and those yet to make their mark.
As the geologist and Symposium patron, Professor Ian Plimer stood at the podium in his opening address, he simultaneously flirted with a wandering cameraman, demolished the proposed Mine Tax, educated those on the cluster of rich ore beneath their feet, and shared a history of the birth place of the Broken Hill Proprietry, BHP.
News yesterday that the most pre-eminent scientific experts on our major rivers had ceased their assistance in the review of the Murray Darling Basin and its assets, sent shockwaves through the many communities watching and waiting for the next development in ongoing water policy.
We've been through a lot with our favourite livestock transport truck driver. But I am not at all keen on hearing from him some time around 3am tonight when he arrives with a final load of sheep from relatives "out west".
My ever-obliging husband has told Dave the truck driver he is happy to unload any time. Just ring when you get here. (Although I have noticed the same husband never seems quite so eager to be up when it is the baby issuing the wake-up call.)
But the real question here is probably more about how on earth one even acquires a favourite livestock transporter.
Strangely my blog has been very philosophical lately...apologies, in advance, looks like we've got another one!!
I've been 're-reading' the cult classic, Celestine Prophecy; once, years ago it changed my life, and I thought I'd give it another go...
I've just finished writing a story on the Federal Budget 'highlights'...and I have to say it was an excruciating experience.
So dry, so very devoid of any creativity or surprise, it was a verrrrry long time in the writing given that I had to keep waking myself up mid sentence...
In the growing world of media saturation it's easy for people to share their thoughts and talents online, on computer screen and in whatever form they can leak into the world at large.
Some would argue we're getting far too much information and it's totally unnecessary.
However I've just read the most moving story, and if not for the world of blogs, this story would not be available to the world.
Life's pretty simple really - you eat well, you feel good; you give a cuddle, you get one back (hopefully!); you get up early, you get a good start on the day...
This morning was one of those mad, silly frenzies of motherhood.
While I lay in bed, my mind telling me to get up, 'GET UP!'...before the babes were awake so I could make progress and get things done before they needed me...I chose inaction as a response.
I'm afraid I'm growing an unhealthy addiction to 'reality TV.'
