Two weeks will vanish in the blink of an eye! The week ending Sunday the 29th March was relatively uneventful. I put in a rigorous week at uni, Kylie was flat out with the children, the house, her volunteer work with the pre-school and blind bike riders, and who knows what else. But little occurred that is noteworthy in any way. The only highlight is that the bank approved an extension to our home loan so we can repay our debt to mum and dad. We are looking forward to the funds being ready to draw down and for mum and dad being able to receive their money.
Saturday the 28th was a tremendous day, perhaps even the highlight of the week. Kylie and I had planned on enjoying as much of a sleep-in and cuddle as possible. However Ella had me awake right on 6am. I put her back to bed and she settled into sleep quickly, but I was awake. I decided that I may as well go for my usual 70km Saturday ride. As I left the house little Annie awoke. That meant Kylie was awake too. My ride was great! I arrived home to find an annoyed wife, but she had created a beautifully clean home. Plus the family was ready to go hiking. I gobbled a banana sandwich down (not nearly enough) and we piled into the car. Kylie eventually forgave me for leaving her in the morning and our hike began.
Our Mt. Keira hike was a genuine adventure. My legs were already weary from the ride, so carrying Annie on my back for 5km up and down a mountain only added to the fatigue. Despite this, things went really well on the hike. We made dozens of stops along the way though. Leeches were everywhere. Fortunately I had brought the salt and it came in very handy. I think I probably removed somewhere between 100 and 150 leeches from Kylie and the girls. It was astounding. But the children were mostly very brave about it, and have learnt a lot about how leeches work.
I told them all about old Nanna Bunt (1903-2001 I think), Pop Bunt’s mum. When she was a young girl she used to go down to the local creek and allow the leeches to fasten themselves to her legs. Then she and her friends or siblings would remove the leeches and put them into jars to sell at the hospital. The children were comforted to know that nothing fatal would occur. It felt good to talk about a much-loved ancestor and pass on a small part of her life to the children.
Perhaps the scariest experience of our hike was the red-bellied black snake. Abbie was several metres ahead of everyone else, leading our family up the track. Kylie was next in line with Chanel. I was some distance back with Ella and Annie. Kylie stopped suddenly, frozen in her tracks. As I approached her, Kylie motioned towards the side of the track. Curled up in a neat bundle was a very long snake, watching the track – and Kylie. Abbie had already walked several metres past the snake. Should we call Abbie back to us or follow her past the snake? After some nervous moments we each walked past the snake, hugging the side of the path opposite the snake, hearts pounding through our chests. It watched us, tongue flicking in and out, but it never moved. We were relieved to finally reach the car again. Leeches were nothing compared to a red-bellied black snake!
When we finally returned to the car everyone’s shoes and socks were removed in search of more leeches. We compared blood stains in our socks before returning home for lunch to await mum and dad’s visit. They arrived late in the afternoon and we moved furniture around (having arranged for a new washing machine and freezer to be delivered to cater for the ongoing and growing needs of our family). Kylie and I were treated to dinner at a local restaurant for our anniversary while mum and dad looked after the children. We were so tired we were home by 9pm though! A terrific day.
Last Sunday I did something I’ve never done before. I sang with my dad. I love my dad’s singing and to share the experience with him was tremendous. We sang in sacrament meeting, Jesus the Very Thought of Thee.
O hope of every contrite heart, o joy of all the meek
To those who fall, how kind thou art. How good to those who seek.
There was no fanfare, and few comments from those who heard it. But a simple hymn was sung with a powerful and important message. It meant something to me. And it meant even more because I shared it with my dad. I don’t sing too well, but what made me feel great was singing with dad. Dad is one of the most beautiful singers I’ve heard. But despite the discrepancy between our ability’s, dad wasn’t too proud to sing with me. I was grateful for today’s time with him. Our afternoon with mum and dad was short but warm memories were created. Dad was in a great mood and joked with the children. Mum was relaxing a little and letting go of agendas and directives. A treat and blessing to share time with family.
This past week has been excruciating in its intensity. Monday we began the process of rearranging the house after mum and dad delivered many more furniture items than we had expected (or needed). I spent a weary day at university teaching. It was refreshing to take the children to the beach for Family Home Evening. We played in the water and on the sand for a couple of hours as we made use of the final Monday of daylight savings until next Spring.
Tuesday was busy at uni again, and in the evening we almost finished putting the billy-carts together for the young men at church. They’ve really enjoyed the activity and we’ve all learned a lot about handyman stuff.
Wednesday Kylie and I were not feeling great. Annie kept us up almost all night with high temperatures. Early morning (around 1am) Kylie had sent me off to the spare room so I could have a little bit of sleep. She stayed up with the baby. I don’t know how she functions on so little sleep. I arrived at uni bleary eyed and had just started working when the fire alarms went off. A ‘suspicious package’ had been found on the third floor so the building was evacuated for a couple of hours while the bomb squad were called. It was nothing other than an unwanted and irritable frustration in an already difficult morning. We cynically joked that it was likely to have been someone’s lunchbox left in a strange place and spotted by a paranoid security team member. I cancelled my appointment to apply for volunteer work with Lifeline on the phones. I have enough on my plate for now.
Thursday and Friday began the same way as Wednesday, with a screaming baby throughout the night. Again Kylie sent me to the spare room so I could sleep in order to work the following day. I was reasonably productive but Kylie was immensely tired by Friday night. It was a blessing that Annie slept all night without a sound on Friday.
Saturday we awoke, still tired from a huge week but refreshed enough to feel like the day could be a good one. We went to the park next to Wollongong City Beach for the children to practice on their bikes. As we arrived we saw police and SES workers all over the beach and headland. A helicopter was slowly flying along the coast. A drunk party-goer from overseas had gone for a swim in huge seas at 1am the night before and disappeared. We felt sad at the wasted life caused by a silly decision, but grateful for our family being together and safe.
Abbie, I have decided, is not ever going to be a champion athlete. Our little angel has many beautiful and special gifts and talents. But athleticism is not one of them. This poor little girl is not particularly good on a bike. In fact no matter how much time we spend practicing she cannot get it. And that’s WITH training wheels! I’m sure it will happen for her in time. But now is not the time! Ella on the other hand is amazing! She spent the morning zipping and zooming at great speed along the path. Chanel speculated that we may have a champion cyclist in the family, and it is not Chanel or I. Ella loves to run, swim, cycle, throw, jump, and so on. It was nice to see the girls play. And Annie developed a love for the slide and the swing at the park. She has not had many opportunities to use playground equipment, but I sense more visits will be necessary to keep her happy!
Today, Sunday, was the first day of standard time again. I love it when daylight savings is over. It seems natural and right to get up at 6.30am with the sun shining, and have it disappear at 7pm. And tonight was a joy to have the children sleeping before 7! Wow. Time to write, think, talk to Kylie, and relax. Beautiful.
Our morning was difficult. Annie has developed a rash. Rather than risk church we went to the doctor to be told it may be measles, rubella, or some other virus manifesting itself through a rash. The doc couldn’t be precise because it’s still too early. Fortunately Annie is sleeping now after such a tough week. Chanel was particularly troublesome and I didn’t cope well. We tried to resolve things – mediocre success. Then I took the kids to church (late), but my heart wasn’t in it today and I took little away from the meetings. Abbie gave a talk in primary which was cute. She is an amazingly sweet and good little child. This afternoon Chanel learned a lesson. Things go well when you listen to your parents, and they go bad when you don’t. After considerable time in her bedroom experiencing hubris, Chanel returned to our family much changed. A huge roast dinner with a happy family made for a perfect gift to complete our week.
Sunday, 5 April 2009
Sunday, 22 March 2009
The week my PhD got hard
This is the week that my PhD got hard. For the past 14 months things have been lots of fun. I have felt confident and relaxed. While some difficulties have emerged I’ve been able to deal with them effectively and with relative ease. Until this week.
On Thursday or Friday last week I discovered that my results did not fit my model as I had expected. This was a blow. Theory that is not empirically supported can be hard to remain valid. But that was just the start. Monday was a rough day. Other than a 70 km ride before uni nothing in particular occurred, but I simply wasn’t doing too well. I didn’t teach particularly well, I accomplished very little, and generally felt lousy. Things disintegrated when I got home and the entire family suffered a fairly miserable night. We have days like that sometimes. To finish the night the missionaries came to my home to teach my friend, Kane. It didn’t go well. He argued about doctrine for 60 minutes before we called it a night. I wonder how much my bad day affected the Spirit of the evening.
Tuesday morning I arrived at uni and saw an email from the journal I had sent my article to. They’ve been reviewing it for close to 6 weeks. My hopes were not high, but I was ill-prepared for the decimation my paper was subjected to by the reviewers. This was a humbling experience. Brutal stuff. A friend commented to me that being a journal reviewer seems to bring out the Pharisee in academics as they almost gleefully disparage another for his or her faults. I spent three or four hours wallowing in self-pity. I sat in disbelief as I pondered the waste of time and effort the past 14 months have been. It appeared I had squandered my PhD to that point. Eventually I picked myself up out of the (metaphorical) dirt, dusted myself off, and got back to work. I picked through the review and re-wrote the comments in plain speak so I could more fully understand the points made. I considered my options. Then I hung my head and realised why people raise their eyebrows when they hear I’m doing a PhD. It is much harder than I anticipated, and than I have experienced to date. Despite the bad news I still had to supervise my honours student and teach classes. A tough day – again.
Tuesday evening I arrived home late – just in time to leave for Young Men’s activities. We commenced building billy-carts with the boys. To buy all of the material was crazily expensive, but so far, so good. They are all really excited, and we’re hopeful this plans will lead to a positive outcome. There are still a couple of weeks of building to go.
On Tuesday Kylie went for a bike ride on the tandem with the blind man. She gets lots out of it, and it makes his day. I can’t imagine what life would be like for him, and what a thrill it must be to ride at 30-40 km/h on the back of a bike. Chanel and Abbie participated in their cross-country races at school too. Abbie didn’t run so well. Participating in a competition is not particularly meaningful for her at this point in her life. It only seems like hard work! Chanel put in a huge effort and ran 3rd in her race. Another couple of centimetres would have clinched 2nd place. All of the swimming and riding seems to be helping her fitness, and Chanel was suitably pleased.
Wednesday brought with it the promise of a fresh start. My only problem was that I still didn’t know what to do which made it hard to start my fresh start. I met with my supervisors for an emergency meeting. They were marginally helpful. However, despite their lack of clear opinions and guidance the meeting helped me to crystallise my plan of attack and by the end of the day I had a firm action plan: take the comments from the reviewers and turn them into a more clearly written article, resubmit it to a more carefully targeted journal, and frame the data that doesn’t fit my model in terms of a heavily applied focus that show the usefulness of the concept. I have direction and focus again! It felt good, although a little overwhelming.
Ella enjoyed her speech pathology appointment on Wednesday. Our little girl is developing remarkably well despite her initial difficulties. It is very hard to believe that 12 months ago nobody could understand her. Today Ella is confident, outspoken, and full of positive energy. She is better in control of her moods because she knows we can understand her.
Thursday saw me feeling a little better about life. I spent the morning on the bike and did another 75 km. It was the toughest training session I have ever done. Three minute maximal efforts followed by 5 minutes rest. By the end of it I was wrecked. I stayed out too long and had very little time to work at uni for the morning. Some good news was that I checked my pay packet. I’m doing so much (too much) teaching, but the way it is reflected in my pay made me feel good. It’s a shame I only earn that money for five fortnights before the teaching runs out. I could enjoy living on that. Instead we’ll save as much as we can.
On Thursday afternoon I had organised an excursion to the brand new gerontology mental health unit at the Wollongong hospital. I was not particularly looking forward to it, especially with so much work to do. However, I kept the commitment. It ended up being an unexpectedly stimulating hour. I left with a real desire to do as well as I can so that I can be accepted into the clinical psychology programme next year. I found it fascinating. Back at uni I tried to get on with my work but got bogged down with marking. As I finished the pile I was interrupted by a course coordinator who asked me to teach a lecture on Tuesday morning – with only two business days to write it from scratch. And I have huge commitments on both of those days. I said yes, and then raced out the door to get home so Kylie could go out to help someone clean house before going to a Relief Society activity.
Our 11th wedding anniversary was Friday. We barely saw one another in the morning as we dashed about with work to be done. I was at uni early and taught my classes. I spent the afternoon preparing my lecture. I had to leave very early though as Kylie was going on a Relief Society camp – that’s right – on our anniversary! I arrived home and Kylie raced out the door. Abbie had come home from school after being sick all over the path in the schoolyard. Ella was complaining about being sick. Chanel had to get to bike bight at the velodrome. Annie was grizzly.
I bought Chickos for Chanel. I gave Abbie and Ella a movie to watch. Annie ate dinner and went to bed. Chanel’s coach and family took Chanel to the velodrome. I cooked Thai. Yum. I missed my wife, so I watched the football – two games of it. I also ate a couple of Cornettos and drank a 750ml ginger beer, plus I took care of a Turkish Delight. As enjoyable as it was, I still felt empty without Kylie being around.
When Kylie and I were engaged I recall a conversation we had about a song, “How do I live without you”. At the time I argued strongly against such neediness. I suggested that I never wanted to be so weak as to feel I could not live without someone. Instead I felt that my decision to be with someone was to be based solely on a choice due to my feeling positive with their presence. Over time I have learned a thing or two. I believe I was wrong. I believe that we are biologically and spiritually programmed to ‘need’ others in our lives; in a sense, to belong to someone. Doctrinally this is supported. God gave unto Adam an helpmeet, Eve. She was to be his companion. Paul taught that ‘neither is the man without the woman, nor the woman without the man in the Lord.” We are supposed to be together, our hearts sealed or fastened to one another’s. As I suffered with loneliness on my wedding anniversary I realised just how much Kylie’s companionship means to me. And I wondered how I could live without her. While I’m sure I could, I hope never to have to. (Kylie just glanced over my shoulder and asked me to make sure she doesn’t sound like a villain. She really had to go the camp or no one would have been there from Wollongong so it was for a good cause that she left me – on our anniversary!)
Chanel arrived home at 10.40pm Friday night. She had ridden as hard as she could and continues to improve on the track. And she was asleep within five seconds of her head hitting the pillow.
At 7.30am Saturday we were awoken by Annie. Chanel was picked up to go to Emily Robinson’s birthday party. They went to the horses for the morning and the beach for the afternoon. That made my day easier. I did an illegal but very controlled burn off of branches that have been littering my yard for over a year. Abbie and Ella played with Carly, one of Abbie’s school friends. I worked on the bikes. Then we dashed off to the chapel so we could do a little more work on the billy carts.
Kylie arrived home at around 5.30 utterly exhausted. She had little positive to say about the camp. The large Polynesian membership have a very different culture and attitude to things than we do and Kylie had been frustrated by it. She had no sleep, ordinary food, poorly planned activities, and inconsiderate Tongans waking her up by slapping her face at 6.30am. I told her I would have slapped them back! We collapsed into bed early, ruing the fact that with four young daughters there is no such thing as a Sunday morning sleep in.
Sunday morning arrived too fast. We did our best, but missed most of sacrament meeting. The kids had a great time at church, but Kylie and I were not really in the frame of mind for it. We have days like that sometimes. In fact we have WEEKS like that sometimes. We had a family inventory where we took stock of how things are going. We resolved to be a little kinder to one another and to speak in softer voices. We committed to continue doing several things that are working well. It felt good to be together as a family for the first time in a week. And we talked to Chanel about having a boyfriend. At the moment it’s Daniel Anderson. We spoke of the importance of being friends with everyone, and not being exclusive friends with anyone, especially if they’re a boy, until she’s at least 18. I suggested 24 was a better idea but Chanel got upset with me. A hug, an apology, and a smile fixed that – and an adjustment back down to 18!
I’ve got around 15 minutes until I take the corned beef off the stove, and we as a family are looking forward to a jam-packed week ahead – full of challenges, blessing, and joy (with soft voices and kind hearts).
On Thursday or Friday last week I discovered that my results did not fit my model as I had expected. This was a blow. Theory that is not empirically supported can be hard to remain valid. But that was just the start. Monday was a rough day. Other than a 70 km ride before uni nothing in particular occurred, but I simply wasn’t doing too well. I didn’t teach particularly well, I accomplished very little, and generally felt lousy. Things disintegrated when I got home and the entire family suffered a fairly miserable night. We have days like that sometimes. To finish the night the missionaries came to my home to teach my friend, Kane. It didn’t go well. He argued about doctrine for 60 minutes before we called it a night. I wonder how much my bad day affected the Spirit of the evening.
Tuesday morning I arrived at uni and saw an email from the journal I had sent my article to. They’ve been reviewing it for close to 6 weeks. My hopes were not high, but I was ill-prepared for the decimation my paper was subjected to by the reviewers. This was a humbling experience. Brutal stuff. A friend commented to me that being a journal reviewer seems to bring out the Pharisee in academics as they almost gleefully disparage another for his or her faults. I spent three or four hours wallowing in self-pity. I sat in disbelief as I pondered the waste of time and effort the past 14 months have been. It appeared I had squandered my PhD to that point. Eventually I picked myself up out of the (metaphorical) dirt, dusted myself off, and got back to work. I picked through the review and re-wrote the comments in plain speak so I could more fully understand the points made. I considered my options. Then I hung my head and realised why people raise their eyebrows when they hear I’m doing a PhD. It is much harder than I anticipated, and than I have experienced to date. Despite the bad news I still had to supervise my honours student and teach classes. A tough day – again.
Tuesday evening I arrived home late – just in time to leave for Young Men’s activities. We commenced building billy-carts with the boys. To buy all of the material was crazily expensive, but so far, so good. They are all really excited, and we’re hopeful this plans will lead to a positive outcome. There are still a couple of weeks of building to go.
On Tuesday Kylie went for a bike ride on the tandem with the blind man. She gets lots out of it, and it makes his day. I can’t imagine what life would be like for him, and what a thrill it must be to ride at 30-40 km/h on the back of a bike. Chanel and Abbie participated in their cross-country races at school too. Abbie didn’t run so well. Participating in a competition is not particularly meaningful for her at this point in her life. It only seems like hard work! Chanel put in a huge effort and ran 3rd in her race. Another couple of centimetres would have clinched 2nd place. All of the swimming and riding seems to be helping her fitness, and Chanel was suitably pleased.
Wednesday brought with it the promise of a fresh start. My only problem was that I still didn’t know what to do which made it hard to start my fresh start. I met with my supervisors for an emergency meeting. They were marginally helpful. However, despite their lack of clear opinions and guidance the meeting helped me to crystallise my plan of attack and by the end of the day I had a firm action plan: take the comments from the reviewers and turn them into a more clearly written article, resubmit it to a more carefully targeted journal, and frame the data that doesn’t fit my model in terms of a heavily applied focus that show the usefulness of the concept. I have direction and focus again! It felt good, although a little overwhelming.
Ella enjoyed her speech pathology appointment on Wednesday. Our little girl is developing remarkably well despite her initial difficulties. It is very hard to believe that 12 months ago nobody could understand her. Today Ella is confident, outspoken, and full of positive energy. She is better in control of her moods because she knows we can understand her.
Thursday saw me feeling a little better about life. I spent the morning on the bike and did another 75 km. It was the toughest training session I have ever done. Three minute maximal efforts followed by 5 minutes rest. By the end of it I was wrecked. I stayed out too long and had very little time to work at uni for the morning. Some good news was that I checked my pay packet. I’m doing so much (too much) teaching, but the way it is reflected in my pay made me feel good. It’s a shame I only earn that money for five fortnights before the teaching runs out. I could enjoy living on that. Instead we’ll save as much as we can.
On Thursday afternoon I had organised an excursion to the brand new gerontology mental health unit at the Wollongong hospital. I was not particularly looking forward to it, especially with so much work to do. However, I kept the commitment. It ended up being an unexpectedly stimulating hour. I left with a real desire to do as well as I can so that I can be accepted into the clinical psychology programme next year. I found it fascinating. Back at uni I tried to get on with my work but got bogged down with marking. As I finished the pile I was interrupted by a course coordinator who asked me to teach a lecture on Tuesday morning – with only two business days to write it from scratch. And I have huge commitments on both of those days. I said yes, and then raced out the door to get home so Kylie could go out to help someone clean house before going to a Relief Society activity.
Our 11th wedding anniversary was Friday. We barely saw one another in the morning as we dashed about with work to be done. I was at uni early and taught my classes. I spent the afternoon preparing my lecture. I had to leave very early though as Kylie was going on a Relief Society camp – that’s right – on our anniversary! I arrived home and Kylie raced out the door. Abbie had come home from school after being sick all over the path in the schoolyard. Ella was complaining about being sick. Chanel had to get to bike bight at the velodrome. Annie was grizzly.
I bought Chickos for Chanel. I gave Abbie and Ella a movie to watch. Annie ate dinner and went to bed. Chanel’s coach and family took Chanel to the velodrome. I cooked Thai. Yum. I missed my wife, so I watched the football – two games of it. I also ate a couple of Cornettos and drank a 750ml ginger beer, plus I took care of a Turkish Delight. As enjoyable as it was, I still felt empty without Kylie being around.
When Kylie and I were engaged I recall a conversation we had about a song, “How do I live without you”. At the time I argued strongly against such neediness. I suggested that I never wanted to be so weak as to feel I could not live without someone. Instead I felt that my decision to be with someone was to be based solely on a choice due to my feeling positive with their presence. Over time I have learned a thing or two. I believe I was wrong. I believe that we are biologically and spiritually programmed to ‘need’ others in our lives; in a sense, to belong to someone. Doctrinally this is supported. God gave unto Adam an helpmeet, Eve. She was to be his companion. Paul taught that ‘neither is the man without the woman, nor the woman without the man in the Lord.” We are supposed to be together, our hearts sealed or fastened to one another’s. As I suffered with loneliness on my wedding anniversary I realised just how much Kylie’s companionship means to me. And I wondered how I could live without her. While I’m sure I could, I hope never to have to. (Kylie just glanced over my shoulder and asked me to make sure she doesn’t sound like a villain. She really had to go the camp or no one would have been there from Wollongong so it was for a good cause that she left me – on our anniversary!)
Chanel arrived home at 10.40pm Friday night. She had ridden as hard as she could and continues to improve on the track. And she was asleep within five seconds of her head hitting the pillow.
At 7.30am Saturday we were awoken by Annie. Chanel was picked up to go to Emily Robinson’s birthday party. They went to the horses for the morning and the beach for the afternoon. That made my day easier. I did an illegal but very controlled burn off of branches that have been littering my yard for over a year. Abbie and Ella played with Carly, one of Abbie’s school friends. I worked on the bikes. Then we dashed off to the chapel so we could do a little more work on the billy carts.
Kylie arrived home at around 5.30 utterly exhausted. She had little positive to say about the camp. The large Polynesian membership have a very different culture and attitude to things than we do and Kylie had been frustrated by it. She had no sleep, ordinary food, poorly planned activities, and inconsiderate Tongans waking her up by slapping her face at 6.30am. I told her I would have slapped them back! We collapsed into bed early, ruing the fact that with four young daughters there is no such thing as a Sunday morning sleep in.
Sunday morning arrived too fast. We did our best, but missed most of sacrament meeting. The kids had a great time at church, but Kylie and I were not really in the frame of mind for it. We have days like that sometimes. In fact we have WEEKS like that sometimes. We had a family inventory where we took stock of how things are going. We resolved to be a little kinder to one another and to speak in softer voices. We committed to continue doing several things that are working well. It felt good to be together as a family for the first time in a week. And we talked to Chanel about having a boyfriend. At the moment it’s Daniel Anderson. We spoke of the importance of being friends with everyone, and not being exclusive friends with anyone, especially if they’re a boy, until she’s at least 18. I suggested 24 was a better idea but Chanel got upset with me. A hug, an apology, and a smile fixed that – and an adjustment back down to 18!
I’ve got around 15 minutes until I take the corned beef off the stove, and we as a family are looking forward to a jam-packed week ahead – full of challenges, blessing, and joy (with soft voices and kind hearts).
The 'common' people - and stowaways
This week Ella has stolen the show. She is the funniest little girl, always making us chuckle about something – or want to hide about something else!
I forgot to mention an incident from Nan’s 80th birthday party last week. One of the guests at the party was an elderly gentleman who had lost his sight. He had a guide dog and wore dark glasses. Ella was very funny as she investigated the extent of his blindness. First she timidly sauntered around him, glancing casually in his direction. Next she stood in front of him, on a chair, and waved her hands in the direction of his face. The distance between them was less than 30cm. Finally she peered forward, attempting to see underneath his glasses. Upon looking behind his glasses she said plainly for all to hear, “he can see me, he has his eyes open.” Thankfully he and his wife had a good sense of humour and took Ella’s inquisitiveness kindly.
I awoke on Monday expecting that Kylie would be ill after her discomfort on Sunday. Instead, Kylie was fine and I had contracted whatever bug had held onto her stomach the previous day. Unfortunately I didn’t have the luxury of lying in bed all day. I had classes to teach at uni. I spent around six hours there before succumbing to my mattress at the end of the school day.
While I laid around resting Chanel told me of a learning experience she had at school during the day. A new girl and her family have moved into the neighbourhood. She is attending the girl's school. While Abbie was excited to learn they live in the next street, as Katie is in the same grade, Chanel thought Louise looked a bit funny and was very uninterested in an afternoon playdate. “Common” was the word Chanel chose to describe her. (Oh dear, are we breeding snobby children who won’t associate with ‘common’ folk?) Circumstances conspired to ensure that the two children ended up playing together during the day. Chanel found that Louise was actually very nice and was surprised to find out that they have a lot in common. She wants to spend more time with her. Chanel related to me the importance of not judging a book by its cover. Lesson learned. I hope it serves her well in future.
As the children retired for the night Kylie went to the chapel to organise some things for her ladies enrichment night. I was putting the pillows back on the bed when I saw a hand that looked very real lying under a blanket on the floor. It looked like a doll’s hand but too big and too lifelike. As I removed the blanket (this was at 8pm) our next door neighbour’s little girl, Grace, looked up at me and giggled. She had been stowed away in Abbie’s bedroom for an hour trying to score a sleepover. I returned her to her home. Her parents were surprised that she had been gone so long and they hadn’t noticed her. Grace sheepishly entered their house and we all chuckled at the funny side of things.
Tuesday was busy – simply. I had a meeting supervising my honours student. Then I had a meeting with my PhD supervisors. Taught a tutorial, raced home, went to Bunnings to buy hardware for building billy-carts with the young men, helped someone from church learn to write an essay, cancelled young mens and collapsed. Trying to do too much and still not recovered from being ill on Monday. And poor little Abbie May ended up with the bug and took the day off school.
Wednesday was just as busy although I was starting to feel better. Abbie stayed home again. My church meeting Wednesday night was a big fat waste of time. Very frustrating night.
Thursday was the most productive day that I can recall in weeks. I got an enormous amount of work done at uni and felt good about things. Kylie had her enrichment night and had a successful time. So with Kylie out for the night I attempted to get the kids to help tidy the house before they headed to bed. Ella had found some of Kylies curling ribbon and was walking around the house chopping it up, leaving a trail behind her. When I questioned her about it, she looked up at me, with those gorgeous little eyes and said, “but Dad I’m making the floor pretty.” How could I argue her logic.
Friday I got some good and bad news. My statistical analysis was finally completed. I am yet to fully review it, but it didn’t quite work out the way I had hoped. I expected three different types of responses to my survey. I got two out of three. Now that ain’t bad. But it ain’t great either! So this means a fairly dramatic rethink of much of the work I’ve been engaged in. On the bright side, it is not a crushing blow that destroys my past year of work. In fact it may even make life easier over the coming months with future study. But either way, there’s loads of work to be done.
Kylie had a day of meetings, the first one being a P&C AGM for Ella’s kindergarten. Kylie was elected President of the Fundraising Committee. Kylie has sunk her teeth in quickly, with big plans for a large scale garage sale. She’s looking forward to the challenge. The second meeting was a Church meeting which for the most part followed suit with mine a few nights earlier – boring and unproductive.
Friday night is usually Chanel’s bike club night, but it was cancelled. Kylie took Chanel on a bike ride around the neighbourhood where she attempted to ride up our enormous street and the surrounding hills. Chanel actually rode up our street as well as the other hefty hills around here, albeit it with multiple stops. Nonetheless, this was a huge feat for her. The next day I heard her telling Abbie with obvious pride that she rode up that hill. Abbie was suitably impressed.
Saturday I had my first ride of the week. Felt fine until the 70km mark, but then really hit a wall and tired out. I need to exercise more. My fitness is improving though. My resting heart rate is down to 48 beats per minute from 72 about 6 months ago. It is nice to see progress. We then headed up to Bulli to the neighbour’s new school for a fete. When we arrived we discovered the rides were between $4 and $6 and an all day wristband which gave them access to all the rides was $27. Times that by 3 and we could almost go to a theme park for the day. So we put it to the kids there on the spot and the theme park came out a unanimous vote. I was so impressed with their ability to delay gratification and choose the theme park in four weeks over the rides at the fete in the here and now. We purchased a few second hand books and homemade treats from the kitchen before heading home. Kylie went for an afternoon ride and got caught in the rain before meeting the family at the local pools for a quick dip. Dinner and bed.
Today was a quiet Sunday. I couldn’t sleep last night and tried reading. It didn’t help so I watched a movie that didn’t finish until 1:30am. I still didn’t get to sleep until close to 2am. Sacrament meeting was not as uplifting as I usually find it, probably partly due to my tiredness. But we also sang some unfamiliar hymns, and the ladies (Relief Society) gave a presentation that lacked connection with me. However Kylie and Alissa sang a beautiful song and was a lovely addition to an otherwise bland meeting.Sunday school was positive, and I taught the Young Men about the value of kindness and love. We felt elevated as we considered the enriched relationships we enjoy because of love and kindness, and explored ways that we might show greater kindness to those we come in contact with. This afternoon Kylie and I arranged family photos on the computer and prepared a roast chicken. I can smell it now – which means it’s time to go. 2, 4, 6, 8 – dig in! Don’t wait!
I forgot to mention an incident from Nan’s 80th birthday party last week. One of the guests at the party was an elderly gentleman who had lost his sight. He had a guide dog and wore dark glasses. Ella was very funny as she investigated the extent of his blindness. First she timidly sauntered around him, glancing casually in his direction. Next she stood in front of him, on a chair, and waved her hands in the direction of his face. The distance between them was less than 30cm. Finally she peered forward, attempting to see underneath his glasses. Upon looking behind his glasses she said plainly for all to hear, “he can see me, he has his eyes open.” Thankfully he and his wife had a good sense of humour and took Ella’s inquisitiveness kindly.
I awoke on Monday expecting that Kylie would be ill after her discomfort on Sunday. Instead, Kylie was fine and I had contracted whatever bug had held onto her stomach the previous day. Unfortunately I didn’t have the luxury of lying in bed all day. I had classes to teach at uni. I spent around six hours there before succumbing to my mattress at the end of the school day.
While I laid around resting Chanel told me of a learning experience she had at school during the day. A new girl and her family have moved into the neighbourhood. She is attending the girl's school. While Abbie was excited to learn they live in the next street, as Katie is in the same grade, Chanel thought Louise looked a bit funny and was very uninterested in an afternoon playdate. “Common” was the word Chanel chose to describe her. (Oh dear, are we breeding snobby children who won’t associate with ‘common’ folk?) Circumstances conspired to ensure that the two children ended up playing together during the day. Chanel found that Louise was actually very nice and was surprised to find out that they have a lot in common. She wants to spend more time with her. Chanel related to me the importance of not judging a book by its cover. Lesson learned. I hope it serves her well in future.
As the children retired for the night Kylie went to the chapel to organise some things for her ladies enrichment night. I was putting the pillows back on the bed when I saw a hand that looked very real lying under a blanket on the floor. It looked like a doll’s hand but too big and too lifelike. As I removed the blanket (this was at 8pm) our next door neighbour’s little girl, Grace, looked up at me and giggled. She had been stowed away in Abbie’s bedroom for an hour trying to score a sleepover. I returned her to her home. Her parents were surprised that she had been gone so long and they hadn’t noticed her. Grace sheepishly entered their house and we all chuckled at the funny side of things.
Tuesday was busy – simply. I had a meeting supervising my honours student. Then I had a meeting with my PhD supervisors. Taught a tutorial, raced home, went to Bunnings to buy hardware for building billy-carts with the young men, helped someone from church learn to write an essay, cancelled young mens and collapsed. Trying to do too much and still not recovered from being ill on Monday. And poor little Abbie May ended up with the bug and took the day off school.
Wednesday was just as busy although I was starting to feel better. Abbie stayed home again. My church meeting Wednesday night was a big fat waste of time. Very frustrating night.
Thursday was the most productive day that I can recall in weeks. I got an enormous amount of work done at uni and felt good about things. Kylie had her enrichment night and had a successful time. So with Kylie out for the night I attempted to get the kids to help tidy the house before they headed to bed. Ella had found some of Kylies curling ribbon and was walking around the house chopping it up, leaving a trail behind her. When I questioned her about it, she looked up at me, with those gorgeous little eyes and said, “but Dad I’m making the floor pretty.” How could I argue her logic.
Friday I got some good and bad news. My statistical analysis was finally completed. I am yet to fully review it, but it didn’t quite work out the way I had hoped. I expected three different types of responses to my survey. I got two out of three. Now that ain’t bad. But it ain’t great either! So this means a fairly dramatic rethink of much of the work I’ve been engaged in. On the bright side, it is not a crushing blow that destroys my past year of work. In fact it may even make life easier over the coming months with future study. But either way, there’s loads of work to be done.
Kylie had a day of meetings, the first one being a P&C AGM for Ella’s kindergarten. Kylie was elected President of the Fundraising Committee. Kylie has sunk her teeth in quickly, with big plans for a large scale garage sale. She’s looking forward to the challenge. The second meeting was a Church meeting which for the most part followed suit with mine a few nights earlier – boring and unproductive.
Friday night is usually Chanel’s bike club night, but it was cancelled. Kylie took Chanel on a bike ride around the neighbourhood where she attempted to ride up our enormous street and the surrounding hills. Chanel actually rode up our street as well as the other hefty hills around here, albeit it with multiple stops. Nonetheless, this was a huge feat for her. The next day I heard her telling Abbie with obvious pride that she rode up that hill. Abbie was suitably impressed.
Saturday I had my first ride of the week. Felt fine until the 70km mark, but then really hit a wall and tired out. I need to exercise more. My fitness is improving though. My resting heart rate is down to 48 beats per minute from 72 about 6 months ago. It is nice to see progress. We then headed up to Bulli to the neighbour’s new school for a fete. When we arrived we discovered the rides were between $4 and $6 and an all day wristband which gave them access to all the rides was $27. Times that by 3 and we could almost go to a theme park for the day. So we put it to the kids there on the spot and the theme park came out a unanimous vote. I was so impressed with their ability to delay gratification and choose the theme park in four weeks over the rides at the fete in the here and now. We purchased a few second hand books and homemade treats from the kitchen before heading home. Kylie went for an afternoon ride and got caught in the rain before meeting the family at the local pools for a quick dip. Dinner and bed.
Today was a quiet Sunday. I couldn’t sleep last night and tried reading. It didn’t help so I watched a movie that didn’t finish until 1:30am. I still didn’t get to sleep until close to 2am. Sacrament meeting was not as uplifting as I usually find it, probably partly due to my tiredness. But we also sang some unfamiliar hymns, and the ladies (Relief Society) gave a presentation that lacked connection with me. However Kylie and Alissa sang a beautiful song and was a lovely addition to an otherwise bland meeting.Sunday school was positive, and I taught the Young Men about the value of kindness and love. We felt elevated as we considered the enriched relationships we enjoy because of love and kindness, and explored ways that we might show greater kindness to those we come in contact with. This afternoon Kylie and I arranged family photos on the computer and prepared a roast chicken. I can smell it now – which means it’s time to go. 2, 4, 6, 8 – dig in! Don’t wait!
Monday, 9 March 2009
Nan's Milestone
The week began with a thrilling exclamation from Ella early Monday morning. The girls were at school, I was at uni, Ella and Kylie were at the hospital for Ella’s cast to be removed from her arm. Kylie told me our little five year-old was beautiful as she sat in the surgery and had the cast cut away from her arm. As they left the hospital Ella, full of enthusiasm and emotion, yelled to Kylie “I’m just so excited I can’t contain it.” So after four weeks Ella has the use of her arm again. She was very reluctant to use it much for a couple of days, having been used to it being in a sling. Ella also has a new phrase which she uses regularly, often combined with a questioning tone and raised eyebrows. When we tell her something Ella responds “in real life?” Even more funny, when she tells us anything she adds the suffix “in real life” as if to confirm and add credibility to whatever she has shared. We love our little Ella and are so pleased she is getting better again – in real life.
On Monday Abbie was placed into a new class. Numbers at the school have increased and a shuffle was required. Several parents are up in arms over the changes. I’ll reserve my judgement until I see how Abbie progresses with her new teacher. While the class is important, what matters most to me is the attention the child receives, and the guidance from the teacher. Our Abbie May is thriving at school and doing beautifully at home. We are so pleased with her.
Monday night Chanel went to bike training. Again we saw terrific improvement in her effort and skills. Chanel has really taken to the fixed wheel bike and has no concerns over the lack of brakes. Following bike training the missionaries visited our home with a friend of mine from uni. He’s been reading his Bible for a decade and has become annoyed with all of the churches he’s visited because of their lack of fidelity to Jesus’ teachings. He had begun to think he was the only person on earth who had any idea of the truth. When he met with the missionaries and I, he was thrilled. Finally a church that teaches doctrines based on bible truth. He was amazed at the Book of Mormon. After reading only a portion he told me he knows that no man could have written that book. Amazing. We spoke well into the night and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.
Tuesday Kylie went riding on the tandem bike with the blind. A tough workout – and an elevating experience for her soul. Annie took her newest habit of headbutting a little too far. She headbutted someone so hard that she bit into her lip quite badly, drawing blood and leaving a nasty cut. Annie also enjoyed her swimming class. Owing to her age Annie does not take instruction well. When the teacher says float, Annie goes underwater! But her swimming class is one of her favourite hours of the week.
Wednesday was a busy day for me. I had a long bike ride in the morning (around 80 kms) followed by a full day at uni. Wednesday night I ran a Happy Families workshop to around 16 parents. The session seemed to go well with lots of positive feedback. I was grateful for the opportunity because of all the opportunities it gave me to make things better next time. I was generally dissatisfied with my presentation. I’m running the same class again in three weeks, so I’m certain it will be better then.
Thursday Kylie ran a church service activity. An elderly lady in our congregation recently lost her husband. Kylie arranged for half a dozen women to show up and help clean and organise her home. She said it was a unifying and useful activity. My day was a little more stressful. I discovered that I cannot do the statistical analysis I had planned to use with my data. This has meant several days lost looking for new and improved statistical options. I think I may have found one but it will take a while longer to be certain.
Friday was exciting. Kylie made cards with her stamps. I rode to Sydney with a friend. The ride was 93kms and took about 3hrs 30 mins. My friend was struggling quite a bit by the end. Our average was lower than I would have liked, at 26.5km/h. But the main thing was that we rode well, and got there safely. That afternoon we played in the pool at the apartment we stayed in. The kids were exuberant in their play and squealed with delight for over an hour before we finally called it a night.
Saturday was the big day of the week. We enjoyed the pool again in the morning before driving to Auburn for Nan Bunt’s 80th Birthday Party. Extended family and friends were all there to celebrate an exciting milestone. We ate Chinese food, and pavlova for dessert. Dad and Uncle Rob played the guitar and sang. The children ran around and played. And we sang Happy Birthday to one of our favourite people. It was great to be there. As the party concluded I changed into my bike gear to begin the 100+ km ride to Gosford. Three hours and 26 minutes later I arrived at Daley’s Point. The ride was long, steep, and hard. I was exhausted and don’t recall ever pushing myself with such an endurance event before. 102 kms at an average of 29.6 km/h. Sleep was pleasant Saturday night.
Sunday we awoke to find Chanel and Kylie sick with a tummy bug. And it was a nasty one too. I took Abbie and Annie to church. That was a little arduous too. Annie was tired. Sacrament was peaceful and I appreciated those quiet moments. I saw several of my old friends, then went back to mum and dad’s. Kylie was no better. We packed the car. A long drive back to Wollongong. Another packed week over, and another one about to begin.
On Monday Abbie was placed into a new class. Numbers at the school have increased and a shuffle was required. Several parents are up in arms over the changes. I’ll reserve my judgement until I see how Abbie progresses with her new teacher. While the class is important, what matters most to me is the attention the child receives, and the guidance from the teacher. Our Abbie May is thriving at school and doing beautifully at home. We are so pleased with her.
Monday night Chanel went to bike training. Again we saw terrific improvement in her effort and skills. Chanel has really taken to the fixed wheel bike and has no concerns over the lack of brakes. Following bike training the missionaries visited our home with a friend of mine from uni. He’s been reading his Bible for a decade and has become annoyed with all of the churches he’s visited because of their lack of fidelity to Jesus’ teachings. He had begun to think he was the only person on earth who had any idea of the truth. When he met with the missionaries and I, he was thrilled. Finally a church that teaches doctrines based on bible truth. He was amazed at the Book of Mormon. After reading only a portion he told me he knows that no man could have written that book. Amazing. We spoke well into the night and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.
Tuesday Kylie went riding on the tandem bike with the blind. A tough workout – and an elevating experience for her soul. Annie took her newest habit of headbutting a little too far. She headbutted someone so hard that she bit into her lip quite badly, drawing blood and leaving a nasty cut. Annie also enjoyed her swimming class. Owing to her age Annie does not take instruction well. When the teacher says float, Annie goes underwater! But her swimming class is one of her favourite hours of the week.
Wednesday was a busy day for me. I had a long bike ride in the morning (around 80 kms) followed by a full day at uni. Wednesday night I ran a Happy Families workshop to around 16 parents. The session seemed to go well with lots of positive feedback. I was grateful for the opportunity because of all the opportunities it gave me to make things better next time. I was generally dissatisfied with my presentation. I’m running the same class again in three weeks, so I’m certain it will be better then.
Thursday Kylie ran a church service activity. An elderly lady in our congregation recently lost her husband. Kylie arranged for half a dozen women to show up and help clean and organise her home. She said it was a unifying and useful activity. My day was a little more stressful. I discovered that I cannot do the statistical analysis I had planned to use with my data. This has meant several days lost looking for new and improved statistical options. I think I may have found one but it will take a while longer to be certain.
Friday was exciting. Kylie made cards with her stamps. I rode to Sydney with a friend. The ride was 93kms and took about 3hrs 30 mins. My friend was struggling quite a bit by the end. Our average was lower than I would have liked, at 26.5km/h. But the main thing was that we rode well, and got there safely. That afternoon we played in the pool at the apartment we stayed in. The kids were exuberant in their play and squealed with delight for over an hour before we finally called it a night.
Saturday was the big day of the week. We enjoyed the pool again in the morning before driving to Auburn for Nan Bunt’s 80th Birthday Party. Extended family and friends were all there to celebrate an exciting milestone. We ate Chinese food, and pavlova for dessert. Dad and Uncle Rob played the guitar and sang. The children ran around and played. And we sang Happy Birthday to one of our favourite people. It was great to be there. As the party concluded I changed into my bike gear to begin the 100+ km ride to Gosford. Three hours and 26 minutes later I arrived at Daley’s Point. The ride was long, steep, and hard. I was exhausted and don’t recall ever pushing myself with such an endurance event before. 102 kms at an average of 29.6 km/h. Sleep was pleasant Saturday night.
Sunday we awoke to find Chanel and Kylie sick with a tummy bug. And it was a nasty one too. I took Abbie and Annie to church. That was a little arduous too. Annie was tired. Sacrament was peaceful and I appreciated those quiet moments. I saw several of my old friends, then went back to mum and dad’s. Kylie was no better. We packed the car. A long drive back to Wollongong. Another packed week over, and another one about to begin.
Summer's End
The summer months are gone again. This past summer has perhaps been the quickest I’ve ever experienced. Our days are so full of life, experiences, work, fascinating moments, opportunities, and challenges that we barely count them. Instead we only notice when another month or season has left us, and wonder where that time got to. Our summer has been non-stop. Travel to Gosford, time in the pool and at the beach, Kylie’s parents visiting, fun with friends, lots of hard work at uni, an increased workload for Kylie, a broken arm for Ella, swimming carnivals and bike riding for Chanel.
To complete our final two weeks of summer life has returned to a fairly stable routine. Kylie and I are up each day around 5.30. We carry out our responsibilities and fulfil our priorities until the children go to school and I go to uni. Our evenings are busy. Monday night we hold Family Home Evening and then take Chanel to the velodrome. Tuesday nights I have Young Men’s Activities. Wednesday night I have executive meetings at church. Thursday night is Kylie’s night out. Friday night we’re back at the velodrome for Chanel’s races. Saturday I ride in the morning and we clean and organise during the day. We try to make Saturday our family fun day. Sunday it’s church in the morning and church things in the afternoon. And Monday it all begins again.
Chanel competed in her District swimming carnival and performed well. She swam as fast as she ever has previously, and did several best times (we think – we don’t really record them at this stage). I took note of a few so that next year we can compare the improvement. But of course that relies on me remembering where I put them, and taking the time to look them up. Maybe if I put them here I’ll find them. Apologies if this is boring to you. . .
50m Breaststroke 1.05.35
50m Backstroke 1.03.54
50m Butterfly 1.04.01
100m free 1.55.45
We didn’t get a time for 50m free as Chanel didn’t qualify in the carnival for it. But generally Chanel was in the top ten or twelve for her age group across the twelve schools competing. We were very excited to see how much of a thrill Chanel got from representing her school and performing well. Her bike riding is going well too and we are seeing real improvement. She’s still the slowest of all the kids by far, but is very enthusiastic about it.
I also forgot to mention that Chanel received her very first Valentine! Oh no! I’m not ready for a daughter who’s old enough to receive valentine’s cards. It was from a boy in her class named Josh M. He wrote on her card, “Dear Chanel, I think you’re pretty sweet.” Chanel was suitably excited. She had plenty of information to share about Josh M and shared willingly with Kylie.
On Friday Kylie had a new first – blood donation. Kylie has been wanting to donate for a long time and finally took the opportunity to do so. She did really well with it, but was pretty tired for a few days. Kylie said it was a terrific experience and the staff made her feel really good about being there. I get the feeling that more appointments will be made.
Saturday was a really big day. I began with a ride up Macquarie Pass. That is one big hill! I got back from that ride and went straight to Ella’s kindy where we did a clean-up. I transplanted a 10-foot jacaranda tree, then shovelled several cubic metres of sand. That wore me out. Finally we went home and cleaned up before racing to the chapel for a baptism. One of the families in Wollongong ward has mum and daughter as members, but not father and son. The son was baptised! I’ve been working with him through the Young Men’s programme for the past 9 months and it was a great experience to be at the baptism. I was also asked to speak about baptism to Callum. I pinched an idea from a wonderful and learned friend. I took one of my old white shirts that I’ve been planning on throwing in the bin for a while. While at the pulpit I pulled the shirt out and poured tomato sauce over it. Then I sloshed on some soy sauce. And lastly I carefully sprinkled beetroot juice. The shirt was no longer white! The congregation were hooked! I spoke about how Jesus Christ is the ultimate stain remover – but he removes much tougher stains than those on the shirt. He removes sins from souls through His atonement.
Sunday was a real treat at church. I got to play the piano for a piece of music that Kylie sang with one of her girlfriends. The music was really special and several people mentioned that they appreciated it. Someone said they thought it should have been on a CD.
Monday I took the day off and helped Kylie around the house. We didn’t get enough done, but it was nice to spend time together. The rest of the week was a blur, with lots to do but nothing noteworthy. Finally Saturday arrived, and once again things were frantic. I did another Macquarie Pass ride. Then raced to the chapel, about 45 minutes late, for a farewell breakfast for Vee. Vee is going on her mission this week – to Perth. There wasn’t enough food for me. That’s what I get for being late. A quick trip home to take care of some jobs around the house. Then we went to the beach for Kylie’s next new service project.
A couple of weeks ago Kylie spoke with a lady about tandem bike riding for the blind. A gentleman lost his sight many years ago and felt miserable. He was in London and his friend told him it was time to buy a tandem bike and go for a ride. He was scared but gave it a go. He loved it. When he came to Australia he began buying bikes with his own money and seeking volunteers to take blind people for tandem bike rides. Saturday afternoon Kylie went out and had her first go. She loved it – and took three friends to also volunteer. It has become her new favourite thing to do! It’s nice to help people, and Kylie is doing all she can at the moment.
Sunday – my favourite day of the week if we can get the kids to sit still at church. Things went pretty well this week. Church was positive. Kylie taught a lesson about prayer and scripture study. Then in the afternoon I went home teaching. I spent some time with a family who have become good friends. The husband is not a member of the church. We spent 90 minutes talking about really important gospel principles – and getting excited about them. He appreciated it and felt edified by it. I was grateful for the knowledge and ability I have to teach.
To complete our final two weeks of summer life has returned to a fairly stable routine. Kylie and I are up each day around 5.30. We carry out our responsibilities and fulfil our priorities until the children go to school and I go to uni. Our evenings are busy. Monday night we hold Family Home Evening and then take Chanel to the velodrome. Tuesday nights I have Young Men’s Activities. Wednesday night I have executive meetings at church. Thursday night is Kylie’s night out. Friday night we’re back at the velodrome for Chanel’s races. Saturday I ride in the morning and we clean and organise during the day. We try to make Saturday our family fun day. Sunday it’s church in the morning and church things in the afternoon. And Monday it all begins again.
Chanel competed in her District swimming carnival and performed well. She swam as fast as she ever has previously, and did several best times (we think – we don’t really record them at this stage). I took note of a few so that next year we can compare the improvement. But of course that relies on me remembering where I put them, and taking the time to look them up. Maybe if I put them here I’ll find them. Apologies if this is boring to you. . .
50m Breaststroke 1.05.35
50m Backstroke 1.03.54
50m Butterfly 1.04.01
100m free 1.55.45
We didn’t get a time for 50m free as Chanel didn’t qualify in the carnival for it. But generally Chanel was in the top ten or twelve for her age group across the twelve schools competing. We were very excited to see how much of a thrill Chanel got from representing her school and performing well. Her bike riding is going well too and we are seeing real improvement. She’s still the slowest of all the kids by far, but is very enthusiastic about it.
I also forgot to mention that Chanel received her very first Valentine! Oh no! I’m not ready for a daughter who’s old enough to receive valentine’s cards. It was from a boy in her class named Josh M. He wrote on her card, “Dear Chanel, I think you’re pretty sweet.” Chanel was suitably excited. She had plenty of information to share about Josh M and shared willingly with Kylie.
On Friday Kylie had a new first – blood donation. Kylie has been wanting to donate for a long time and finally took the opportunity to do so. She did really well with it, but was pretty tired for a few days. Kylie said it was a terrific experience and the staff made her feel really good about being there. I get the feeling that more appointments will be made.
Saturday was a really big day. I began with a ride up Macquarie Pass. That is one big hill! I got back from that ride and went straight to Ella’s kindy where we did a clean-up. I transplanted a 10-foot jacaranda tree, then shovelled several cubic metres of sand. That wore me out. Finally we went home and cleaned up before racing to the chapel for a baptism. One of the families in Wollongong ward has mum and daughter as members, but not father and son. The son was baptised! I’ve been working with him through the Young Men’s programme for the past 9 months and it was a great experience to be at the baptism. I was also asked to speak about baptism to Callum. I pinched an idea from a wonderful and learned friend. I took one of my old white shirts that I’ve been planning on throwing in the bin for a while. While at the pulpit I pulled the shirt out and poured tomato sauce over it. Then I sloshed on some soy sauce. And lastly I carefully sprinkled beetroot juice. The shirt was no longer white! The congregation were hooked! I spoke about how Jesus Christ is the ultimate stain remover – but he removes much tougher stains than those on the shirt. He removes sins from souls through His atonement.
Sunday was a real treat at church. I got to play the piano for a piece of music that Kylie sang with one of her girlfriends. The music was really special and several people mentioned that they appreciated it. Someone said they thought it should have been on a CD.
Monday I took the day off and helped Kylie around the house. We didn’t get enough done, but it was nice to spend time together. The rest of the week was a blur, with lots to do but nothing noteworthy. Finally Saturday arrived, and once again things were frantic. I did another Macquarie Pass ride. Then raced to the chapel, about 45 minutes late, for a farewell breakfast for Vee. Vee is going on her mission this week – to Perth. There wasn’t enough food for me. That’s what I get for being late. A quick trip home to take care of some jobs around the house. Then we went to the beach for Kylie’s next new service project.
A couple of weeks ago Kylie spoke with a lady about tandem bike riding for the blind. A gentleman lost his sight many years ago and felt miserable. He was in London and his friend told him it was time to buy a tandem bike and go for a ride. He was scared but gave it a go. He loved it. When he came to Australia he began buying bikes with his own money and seeking volunteers to take blind people for tandem bike rides. Saturday afternoon Kylie went out and had her first go. She loved it – and took three friends to also volunteer. It has become her new favourite thing to do! It’s nice to help people, and Kylie is doing all she can at the moment.
Sunday – my favourite day of the week if we can get the kids to sit still at church. Things went pretty well this week. Church was positive. Kylie taught a lesson about prayer and scripture study. Then in the afternoon I went home teaching. I spent some time with a family who have become good friends. The husband is not a member of the church. We spent 90 minutes talking about really important gospel principles – and getting excited about them. He appreciated it and felt edified by it. I was grateful for the knowledge and ability I have to teach.
Monday, 16 February 2009
Progress and Success
It is late Sunday night and I would prefer to be sleeping. Annie has determined that she should not retire at night until closer to 10pm though. Annie does not realise this yet, but tomorrow morning I’ll be waking her up earlier than normal. Hopefully we can adjust her new preferences slightly and stave off repeat occurrences of her nocturnal activity. Fortunately I have this blog to write, and an opportunity to reflect on another week of blessings.
A funny story to begin: Chanel said something during the week that I misinterpreted as rude. I was quite wrong, but in my annoyed state I expressed to her that as she got older her BIG mouth was getting BIGGER. Ella, who was sitting at the dining table listening intently, piped up in defense of her sister’s big mouth: “Yours is too Dad!” They say that children help us understand our inadequacy. I never expected it to be so succinctly expressed though, especially by my five year-old.
I forgot to mention that Monday afternoon we enjoyed a visit from mum and dad. Dad was coming to Wollongong to play golf with Lloyd, his friend of some 20 years. Mum decided to come along for the ride. They stayed with us Monday night. It was a great treat to have them along – and we were spoiled from the visit too. They came to the velodrome to watch Chanel do some bike training. When this was finished we all went out to a restaurant for dinner. In typical Coulson fashion we over-ordered. This was wonderful for me! I ate a lot. It was thoroughly enjoyable. Soups, breads, canapés, pasta, meat, fish, and chicken! Oh, and then dessert. I was a little uncomfortable when we left though. I probably didn’t need the cheesecake!
The highlight of mum and dad’s visit was twofold. Firstly, dad bought my bike from me. He balked at the price but I assured him it was very fair and that he wouldn’t be complaining after he rode the bike. A phone call on Friday confirmed that I had a very satisfied dad. His friend, Lloyd, can no longer keep up with him! He likes the bike a lot.
Mum and dad also gave me a gift. For close to a decade I have been trying to get hold of my priesthood line of authority. It provides the names and dates of priesthood ordinations from my own back to Joseph Smith’s receiving the priesthood under the hands of the ancient apostles Peter, James, and John. They received the priesthood, or authority to act in the name of God through service and priesthood power, from the Saviour Jesus Christ himself. After ten years of waiting it was a really exciting gift to receive. I’ll post it to the blog in the coming weeks.
It’s been a great week for Chanel. On Tuesday the school swimming carnival was held, inclement weather notwithstanding. I took the day off to be at the event. Chanel loves swimming and her squad training is providing for a beautifully developing stroke. Of course, Chanel is not as big as many of the other children. Despite this our 9 year-old won each of her breaststroke, backstroke, and butterfly races. She also won the 200m individual medley. As Kylie and I watched we wondered if she could make it! 200m is a long way for a little girl. Chanel placed second in the 100m freestyle and third in the 50 free. Her efforts saw her in front of the assembly at school on Friday where she received the Junior Female Swim Champion award. This Wednesday (18th Feb) Chanel will compete in the district carnival.
Abbie, Ella, and Annie have all had relatively quiet weeks. Abbie is regularly demonstrating how sweet she is. Ella is still wearing her cast and has not eased up in the slightest. In fact Ella obtains enormous delight hitting her cast against walls, doors, or tables to get attention. In spite of this, the doctor is pleased with the progress her broken ulna is making and we think she will have the cast removed after only four weeks. Annie has been moody and easily aggravated this week. Very difficult. Kylie has also had a relatively quiet week in comparison to her recent action-packed weeks. At least that’s my perspective on things. I’ve been extremely busy though, so my workload may be contributing to my inability to describe everyone else’s activities.
This week I continued data collection for my project. The questionnaire will remain active on line for a couple more weeks. But I have personally collected at least 500 surveys for my analysis. I’m feeling pretty pleased with that effort. I would not have imagined that I could get so many done in such a short period of time. I was also excited to see that the local newspaper had an interest in what I’m studying. Our family featured in a huge front-page photo! Then we got a substantial write-up on page three, with another photo. This was all great news. The only disappointment was that the paper ran with photos that didn’t include Kylie. It would have been nice for our whole family to be together.
A funny story to begin: Chanel said something during the week that I misinterpreted as rude. I was quite wrong, but in my annoyed state I expressed to her that as she got older her BIG mouth was getting BIGGER. Ella, who was sitting at the dining table listening intently, piped up in defense of her sister’s big mouth: “Yours is too Dad!” They say that children help us understand our inadequacy. I never expected it to be so succinctly expressed though, especially by my five year-old.
I forgot to mention that Monday afternoon we enjoyed a visit from mum and dad. Dad was coming to Wollongong to play golf with Lloyd, his friend of some 20 years. Mum decided to come along for the ride. They stayed with us Monday night. It was a great treat to have them along – and we were spoiled from the visit too. They came to the velodrome to watch Chanel do some bike training. When this was finished we all went out to a restaurant for dinner. In typical Coulson fashion we over-ordered. This was wonderful for me! I ate a lot. It was thoroughly enjoyable. Soups, breads, canapés, pasta, meat, fish, and chicken! Oh, and then dessert. I was a little uncomfortable when we left though. I probably didn’t need the cheesecake!
The highlight of mum and dad’s visit was twofold. Firstly, dad bought my bike from me. He balked at the price but I assured him it was very fair and that he wouldn’t be complaining after he rode the bike. A phone call on Friday confirmed that I had a very satisfied dad. His friend, Lloyd, can no longer keep up with him! He likes the bike a lot.
Mum and dad also gave me a gift. For close to a decade I have been trying to get hold of my priesthood line of authority. It provides the names and dates of priesthood ordinations from my own back to Joseph Smith’s receiving the priesthood under the hands of the ancient apostles Peter, James, and John. They received the priesthood, or authority to act in the name of God through service and priesthood power, from the Saviour Jesus Christ himself. After ten years of waiting it was a really exciting gift to receive. I’ll post it to the blog in the coming weeks.
It’s been a great week for Chanel. On Tuesday the school swimming carnival was held, inclement weather notwithstanding. I took the day off to be at the event. Chanel loves swimming and her squad training is providing for a beautifully developing stroke. Of course, Chanel is not as big as many of the other children. Despite this our 9 year-old won each of her breaststroke, backstroke, and butterfly races. She also won the 200m individual medley. As Kylie and I watched we wondered if she could make it! 200m is a long way for a little girl. Chanel placed second in the 100m freestyle and third in the 50 free. Her efforts saw her in front of the assembly at school on Friday where she received the Junior Female Swim Champion award. This Wednesday (18th Feb) Chanel will compete in the district carnival.
Abbie, Ella, and Annie have all had relatively quiet weeks. Abbie is regularly demonstrating how sweet she is. Ella is still wearing her cast and has not eased up in the slightest. In fact Ella obtains enormous delight hitting her cast against walls, doors, or tables to get attention. In spite of this, the doctor is pleased with the progress her broken ulna is making and we think she will have the cast removed after only four weeks. Annie has been moody and easily aggravated this week. Very difficult. Kylie has also had a relatively quiet week in comparison to her recent action-packed weeks. At least that’s my perspective on things. I’ve been extremely busy though, so my workload may be contributing to my inability to describe everyone else’s activities.
This week I continued data collection for my project. The questionnaire will remain active on line for a couple more weeks. But I have personally collected at least 500 surveys for my analysis. I’m feeling pretty pleased with that effort. I would not have imagined that I could get so many done in such a short period of time. I was also excited to see that the local newspaper had an interest in what I’m studying. Our family featured in a huge front-page photo! Then we got a substantial write-up on page three, with another photo. This was all great news. The only disappointment was that the paper ran with photos that didn’t include Kylie. It would have been nice for our whole family to be together.
We’ve had a week of rain which has meant I’ve only been able to ride a couple of times. Mt Kembla is a huge hill behind us. It’s around 10 kms of steep climbing. Probably nearly as tough as Macquarie Pass. I had a good go at it on Thursday and hope to do it a couple more times this week. Extremely hard riding. I cannot express how excited I am about riding. We’re expecting big surf this week but I’m not even slightly interested in it. I just want to ride. But I’m not ready to sell my board and wetty just yet.
Saturday night we were invited to a Valentine’s day dinner with several other couples from church. We enjoyed the evening and appreciated the huge effort our friends went to in organising the event for everyone else. Kylie and I don’t typically do much for Valentines Day. I may have to remedy this in coming years. I couldn’t help feeling that a nice quiet night at home with a delicious home-cooked meal would have been perfect. But quiet nights at home are rare, and very hard to come by with our four girls running around! So we were grateful for the opportunity to get dressed up and go out.
Today at church our family was invited to sing during the sacrament meeting. We sang without accompaniment. Ella began for us and sang with confidence and commitment. In fact even as the remaining voices of our family joined in Ella dominated. She brought smiles to the entire congregation. Her efforts were wonderfully appreciated. Kylie wept as our little girl sang. Only twelve months ago this little angel could not communicate with anyone in any decipherable way. In just one short year Ella has found her voice. We were so grateful for her progress and the amazing people who have assisted her. The special assistance from Jenny at her preschool, and the ongoing tuition from her speech pathologist, Alison, as well as hard work doing homework with Kylie, and lastly the gargantuan dose of love and support from her kind Sunday School teacher Sue; each has contributed to the stunning and precious development we saw during the service.
In Sunday School we spoke of receiving guidance and revelation from our Father. Young Mens was an extension of this theme. And during the afternoon I had the opportunity to connect with one of the men at church who I’ve found hard to reach. He and two of his sons visited for pancakes and ice-cream at lunch time. He is beginning a course of study and is academically unsure, having done poorly in school. He has not studied in close to 20 years. I spent an hour teaching him essay skills. It felt good to be helpful. Finally our night ended with a beautifully cooked roast chicken that I am still savouring. We invited a good friend, Greg, to visit. His wife is in Melbourne for a couple of weeks and we wanted to be sure he was getting well fed!
We have had a full week: full of friends, full of work, full of energy, and full of blessings.
Monday, 9 February 2009
Whoa!
Cataclysmic! Stunning! Miraculous! Breathtaking! Arduous!
I am unsure as to whether I really have the vocabulary to describe, in brief, the phenomenal week we have just lived through. Things began ordinarily enough with the children at school on Monday and me collecting data for my project. It was a busy day but nothing too exceptional. Until. . .
I was at the swimming pool collecting data from parents for my PhD when Kylie came in. The children were in the car in the car park waiting for us. Kylie informed me that Ella had hurt her arm while Chanel was doing her bike training at the velodrome. Ella had been swinging on some bars with Abbie when she fell. She had whimpered a little and then gone to sit in the car. After 10 minutes someone told Kylie Ella was still crying. This was unusual so Kylie tended to her straight away. Her arm didn’t look bad, but it didn’t look quite right either. Kylie came to me and hurried me along a little. We left the pool immediately and headed for the hospital, dropping Chanel and Abbie off at a friend’s home on the way. Ella was quiet - chatting occasionally, crying occasionally – but generally in good spirits. The tears began again at the hospital. We were seen to immediately – unusual for the public hospital system – and x-rays revealed a broken ulna. The elbow was twisted too unfortunately with a bent radius just to complicate things even more.
Tuesday morning Kylie and Ella returned to the hospital for Ella’s operation. At the same time I received a phone call from mum asking if I’d heard from dad. He was flying, in a light plane, from Newcastle to Grafton for some work that morning. I instantly froze as mum told me dad’s plane had crashed. The pilot had misjudged the runway and, being too low, had crashed into an embankment situated just before the airstrip. The plane had been written off, but somehow – miraculously – dad and the pilot had walked away uninjured. Fence posts had destroyed the underside of the cabin, the wings were torn from the cabin, and the propellers destroyed. Clearly there is still work for my dad to do on this planet!
Ella’s operation went smoothly and she emerged from theatre in reasonable condition. Her emergence from anaesthesia was good, and she immediately began pleading for food and drink. The doctors indicated some concern about the likelihood of a perfect outcome due to the radius being badly bent but not broken. We are praying that our little girl will have good results at the next x-ray.
As Ella returned from the operating table I went to see my specialist for a procedure akin to a ‘mini’ colonoscopy. I can’t remember what it was called, but I do remember that it was quite uncomfortable! I received a clear bill of health though which was pleasing – and he told me I can ride my bike as much as I want with little risk of any unpleasant reoccurrences of. . . well – you know. So Tuesday was a BIG day! And I finished it off with another couple of hours of data collection. Phew.
While we ate dinner Tuesday evening I got a call from the Thayers, some of our favourite people from Brisbane. Shaun has been accepted into medical school in Canberra, so was driving with his wife and three children to their new home. I had forgotten to tell Kylie that one of my previous conversations with Shaun ended with me promising they could stay here a day or two on their way to Canberra. After dinner Tuesday night I raced off to give a blessing to someone in need, but not before telling Kylie we had 90 minutes to prepare for the Thayers’ arrival. Oops! I am blessed with a forgiving wife.
Wednesday morning began with the Coulson family on the front page of the local paper. We were featured in an article where I was promoting my study, trying to get participants to take my survey online. Ella was becoming comfortable with her arm in plaster and enjoyed running, jumping, and falling over as much with the cast as without it. We do not seem to be able to slow that little girl down at all! Add to that her increased appetite. . . when asked how hungry she was, Ella replied “100 hungry”. I’m guessing she really needed more food!
I continued with my data collection, Kylie entertained the Thayers, and the children went to school. The Thayers stayed Wednesday night too and the children loved the extended opportunity to renew acquaintances. Roast lamb and chicken for dinner followed by the most wonderful Bavarian and ice-cream made for a very enjoyable night – and the company was terrific too.
Thursday I took the morning off. I visited with a new friend from the Illawarra Riders Club and we built a new bicycle for me. In a matter of hours we had added to the frame a carbon fork, stem, handlebars, bottom bracket, compact crank, pedals, seat post, seat, front and rear derailleur, 8 speed cassette, levers, cables, brakes, brake cables, wheels, tubes and tyres. The entire bike built from top to bottom. It all came from second hand parts and he gave it to me at a great price! As we finished work I looked at the time. I had 45 minutes to travel 22 kms against a headwind in 35 degree heat to get to uni for an appointment. I rode very hard and did not look good when I got there. But I was there in time to swallow lunch, wash, change shirts, get equipment, and arrive for the appointment with 2 minutes remaining. Wow!
Thursday night was quiet. I spent the evening putting the data I had collected into a spreadsheet, and we tried to sleep in the oppressive heat.
I honestly cannot remember what happened on Friday. I think it was a normal-ish day. I watched Annie in the morning while Kylie went to a meeting. Then I raced back to uni and spent the afternoon working hard. That evening we went to the velodrome where Annie tried to run onto the track while a race was on! We’re going to sit outside the arena from now on rather than in the middle.
Saturday morning I finally got to take my bike for a real ride. Mt Keira was my objective. The gear ratio makes for some tough hill climbs as the gears are fairly heavy. I did the climb twice. Once alone, and the second time with about 15 men from church who were having a ride for an activity. The first climb was awesome. I went really hard at it and was very pleased with what I’d done. The second climb was very slow. Almost painfully slow in fact. It takes me about 25 minutes to ascend. It took the men I rode with a little over an hour. But we got there. Each of them felt they had accomplished a real feat and it was terrific to be there with them. The barbequed eggs and bacon were good too. The remainder of the day Kylie and I worked at conserving energy. The heat was oppressive and so we stayed inside, attempting to occupy the children quietly and calmly. It was largely ineffective. We went to the chapel to enjoy the cool of the air-con with some friends. But the kids were even worse there. I lost my ‘cool’ and the afternoon ended abruptly. I do NOT like hot weather. At all. Not one bit.
Sunday (today) we travelled for conference. Campbelltown was over 40 degrees, but we felt grateful for air-conditioning and a modern building. The conference was positive and uplifting in parts, but not what I had been hoping for. Several others shared similar thoughts. Oh well, every day can’t be perfect at church.
So an enormous and draining week is over. We are finally expecting some cooler temperatures from tomorrow which will be welcome. Annie is intrigued by powerpoints and light switches. She is becoming louder and more talkative, even pronouncing random words as she copies her sisters. She is cutting more teeth too. And she will no longer allow anyone to feed her. She feeds herself – very messily.
Ella is rambunctious, full of energy, and not letting a broken arm get in her way. She seems to be a little more compassionate since her accident too.
Abbie has been having difficulty adjusting to the new school year. Combined with the heat, I think she’s very tired and that is affecting how she relates to her family. We’re confident she’ll calm down in the coming days. Tonight at dinner as we spoke about what we were grateful for Kylie suggested she was grateful for cold water. Because of Annie’s noise combined with the fan blowing, Abbie thought Kylie said she was grateful for “Bob the Builder”. It was a cute moment.
Chanel is hooked on bicycles, swimming, and reading. She’s also doing really well with church and enjoys memorising scriptures. And her grade 4 year has taken off in a big way.
Kylie is hooked on bicycles but hates the heat. She is absorbed in some wonderful friendships and loves her stamping craft activities.
Our lives are blessed. We have received blessings, even miracles, this week and are grateful for them.
I am unsure as to whether I really have the vocabulary to describe, in brief, the phenomenal week we have just lived through. Things began ordinarily enough with the children at school on Monday and me collecting data for my project. It was a busy day but nothing too exceptional. Until. . .
I was at the swimming pool collecting data from parents for my PhD when Kylie came in. The children were in the car in the car park waiting for us. Kylie informed me that Ella had hurt her arm while Chanel was doing her bike training at the velodrome. Ella had been swinging on some bars with Abbie when she fell. She had whimpered a little and then gone to sit in the car. After 10 minutes someone told Kylie Ella was still crying. This was unusual so Kylie tended to her straight away. Her arm didn’t look bad, but it didn’t look quite right either. Kylie came to me and hurried me along a little. We left the pool immediately and headed for the hospital, dropping Chanel and Abbie off at a friend’s home on the way. Ella was quiet - chatting occasionally, crying occasionally – but generally in good spirits. The tears began again at the hospital. We were seen to immediately – unusual for the public hospital system – and x-rays revealed a broken ulna. The elbow was twisted too unfortunately with a bent radius just to complicate things even more.
Tuesday morning Kylie and Ella returned to the hospital for Ella’s operation. At the same time I received a phone call from mum asking if I’d heard from dad. He was flying, in a light plane, from Newcastle to Grafton for some work that morning. I instantly froze as mum told me dad’s plane had crashed. The pilot had misjudged the runway and, being too low, had crashed into an embankment situated just before the airstrip. The plane had been written off, but somehow – miraculously – dad and the pilot had walked away uninjured. Fence posts had destroyed the underside of the cabin, the wings were torn from the cabin, and the propellers destroyed. Clearly there is still work for my dad to do on this planet!
Ella’s operation went smoothly and she emerged from theatre in reasonable condition. Her emergence from anaesthesia was good, and she immediately began pleading for food and drink. The doctors indicated some concern about the likelihood of a perfect outcome due to the radius being badly bent but not broken. We are praying that our little girl will have good results at the next x-ray.As Ella returned from the operating table I went to see my specialist for a procedure akin to a ‘mini’ colonoscopy. I can’t remember what it was called, but I do remember that it was quite uncomfortable! I received a clear bill of health though which was pleasing – and he told me I can ride my bike as much as I want with little risk of any unpleasant reoccurrences of. . . well – you know. So Tuesday was a BIG day! And I finished it off with another couple of hours of data collection. Phew.
While we ate dinner Tuesday evening I got a call from the Thayers, some of our favourite people from Brisbane. Shaun has been accepted into medical school in Canberra, so was driving with his wife and three children to their new home. I had forgotten to tell Kylie that one of my previous conversations with Shaun ended with me promising they could stay here a day or two on their way to Canberra. After dinner Tuesday night I raced off to give a blessing to someone in need, but not before telling Kylie we had 90 minutes to prepare for the Thayers’ arrival. Oops! I am blessed with a forgiving wife.
Wednesday morning began with the Coulson family on the front page of the local paper. We were featured in an article where I was promoting my study, trying to get participants to take my survey online. Ella was becoming comfortable with her arm in plaster and enjoyed running, jumping, and falling over as much with the cast as without it. We do not seem to be able to slow that little girl down at all! Add to that her increased appetite. . . when asked how hungry she was, Ella replied “100 hungry”. I’m guessing she really needed more food!I continued with my data collection, Kylie entertained the Thayers, and the children went to school. The Thayers stayed Wednesday night too and the children loved the extended opportunity to renew acquaintances. Roast lamb and chicken for dinner followed by the most wonderful Bavarian and ice-cream made for a very enjoyable night – and the company was terrific too.
Thursday I took the morning off. I visited with a new friend from the Illawarra Riders Club and we built a new bicycle for me. In a matter of hours we had added to the frame a carbon fork, stem, handlebars, bottom bracket, compact crank, pedals, seat post, seat, front and rear derailleur, 8 speed cassette, levers, cables, brakes, brake cables, wheels, tubes and tyres. The entire bike built from top to bottom. It all came from second hand parts and he gave it to me at a great price! As we finished work I looked at the time. I had 45 minutes to travel 22 kms against a headwind in 35 degree heat to get to uni for an appointment. I rode very hard and did not look good when I got there. But I was there in time to swallow lunch, wash, change shirts, get equipment, and arrive for the appointment with 2 minutes remaining. Wow!
Thursday night was quiet. I spent the evening putting the data I had collected into a spreadsheet, and we tried to sleep in the oppressive heat.
I honestly cannot remember what happened on Friday. I think it was a normal-ish day. I watched Annie in the morning while Kylie went to a meeting. Then I raced back to uni and spent the afternoon working hard. That evening we went to the velodrome where Annie tried to run onto the track while a race was on! We’re going to sit outside the arena from now on rather than in the middle.
Saturday morning I finally got to take my bike for a real ride. Mt Keira was my objective. The gear ratio makes for some tough hill climbs as the gears are fairly heavy. I did the climb twice. Once alone, and the second time with about 15 men from church who were having a ride for an activity. The first climb was awesome. I went really hard at it and was very pleased with what I’d done. The second climb was very slow. Almost painfully slow in fact. It takes me about 25 minutes to ascend. It took the men I rode with a little over an hour. But we got there. Each of them felt they had accomplished a real feat and it was terrific to be there with them. The barbequed eggs and bacon were good too. The remainder of the day Kylie and I worked at conserving energy. The heat was oppressive and so we stayed inside, attempting to occupy the children quietly and calmly. It was largely ineffective. We went to the chapel to enjoy the cool of the air-con with some friends. But the kids were even worse there. I lost my ‘cool’ and the afternoon ended abruptly. I do NOT like hot weather. At all. Not one bit.
Sunday (today) we travelled for conference. Campbelltown was over 40 degrees, but we felt grateful for air-conditioning and a modern building. The conference was positive and uplifting in parts, but not what I had been hoping for. Several others shared similar thoughts. Oh well, every day can’t be perfect at church.
So an enormous and draining week is over. We are finally expecting some cooler temperatures from tomorrow which will be welcome. Annie is intrigued by powerpoints and light switches. She is becoming louder and more talkative, even pronouncing random words as she copies her sisters. She is cutting more teeth too. And she will no longer allow anyone to feed her. She feeds herself – very messily.
Ella is rambunctious, full of energy, and not letting a broken arm get in her way. She seems to be a little more compassionate since her accident too.
Abbie has been having difficulty adjusting to the new school year. Combined with the heat, I think she’s very tired and that is affecting how she relates to her family. We’re confident she’ll calm down in the coming days. Tonight at dinner as we spoke about what we were grateful for Kylie suggested she was grateful for cold water. Because of Annie’s noise combined with the fan blowing, Abbie thought Kylie said she was grateful for “Bob the Builder”. It was a cute moment.
Chanel is hooked on bicycles, swimming, and reading. She’s also doing really well with church and enjoys memorising scriptures. And her grade 4 year has taken off in a big way.
Kylie is hooked on bicycles but hates the heat. She is absorbed in some wonderful friendships and loves her stamping craft activities.
Our lives are blessed. We have received blessings, even miracles, this week and are grateful for them.
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