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Sunday, August 24, 2014

I think I may be turning into a Whovian

We set the alarm for 4:45 am. This morning, at precisely that time, I felt a tug on my arm, and I sleepily opened one eye to see my 10-year-old urging me to spring from my bed so that we could all gather in the living room.

The eagerly anticipated movie-length first episode of the new series of Doctor Who was being telecast simultaneously with its release in the UK. With one boy tucked under each arm while we snuggled on the couch, I watched the latest incarnation of the Doctor as he shook off the grogginess of having undergone yet another regeneration.

On Wednesday evening, we watched an interview with the actor who will now play the Doctor, Peter Capaldi. I watched with an open mind, enjoying the personal stories of the actor and loving his Scottish accent just a little bit.

The 12th Doctor and Clara Oswald
Peter Capaldi - Doctor Who; Jenna Coleman - Clara Oswald
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When it came time to watch him as Doctor Who, though, I have to say that I need to watch a few more episodes to form a fair opinion. This character hasn't endeared himself to me yet, but I am hopeful. Matt Smith was our favourite Doctor, although I must admit, I've always only ever seen the odd episode with bits watched whilst doing other things - but it didn't take much watching to warm to his quirky portrayal of this beloved character. 

I laughed at the funny bits of this newest episode and turned to the boys and asked, "Has it always been this funny?!" They just gave me look as if to say, "Duh!" and turned back to the programme.

So moved was I by the part in the story where Clara struggled with connecting with this new version of the Doctor, that a few tears trickled out of the corner of my eyes when Matt Smith made a small appearance on our screen - I must have had something in my eye.

Even if I haven't wholly embraced Peter Capaldi as the Doctor yet, the first episode has me hooked, and I can't wait until next week so that I can watch some more. I think I'm turning into a Whovian.

If you weren't one of the crazy ones to get up before 5 am to watch the Episode 1 of Series 8, it's being replayed on the ABC at 7:40 this evening, and it's already available on iView.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

We were hoping for rain.

Yesterday, it was our school fair. I'd been suffering with a cold since Thursday, and I was secretly hoping for rain so that we'd have an excuse to leave as fast as our feet would carry us. We had commitments in the early part of the day: I had to help out with the Lucky Jar Stall for an hour, and afterwards MasterTen would wow us with his bass playing in the string orchestra. But after that, I would be free as a bird. This being our seventh year attending the fair, my heart was just not in it.

The weather did not cooperate, and despite a forecast of 'pissing down with rain for the entire weekend' as relayed by my also-hopeful husband, it was a glorious day and my chances of an early mark faded as the sun thumbed its nose at us. 

So rather than lament about the fine weather, we decided to suck it up and enjoy the festivities.

Turns out the Lucky Jar Stall was one of the good ones to help out with because my job was easy; all I had to do was find the lucky jar that matched the winning ticket. In previous years, I've not been so fortunate. Memories of hording children, irate parents, and queues snaking around the school buildings still plague me. Okay, there weren't exactly hordes, there was only one irate parent, and there were just five people in the queue - but it was still stressful.

After I bade farewell to the new shift of Lucky Jar distributors, I headed over to the stage in the assembly area. I watched intently as my boy plucked the strings of his guitar in time with the orchestra. He was mouthing "one, two, three, one, two, three" as he did so, but I found this adorable. At one point he missed a bit, but quickly recovered and wasn't flustered at all by his little mistake. Motherly pride overwhelmed me. Guess he actually has been practising when I thought he was just 'stringing' me along.

With our commitments done for the day, we were free to wander around. In past years, we've taken the kids to each ride, waited in the queue with them, watched them on the ride and then made sure they found their shoes at the end. Lather, rinse, repeat times umpteen turns on the Giant Slide, Reverse Bungy, the quad bikes and all the rest. Now that the kids are older we can let them explore on their own - as long as they are together or with friends. So, this year, Will and I got to watch the dancing, martial arts, dog obedience demos and we even got to have a beer in the beer tent - just the one. The boys just checked in with us periodically.

Our favourite teacher, who left the school in May to have her beautiful baby girl, attended the fair to show off her bundle of joy. The new mum was radiant, as were my boys at seeing their favourite chess opponent once again. Plans for our school holiday day trip to her new hometown are underway.

Another positive outcome of the day is that because of the forecast rain, we decided not to buy the ride tickets in advance as we had in previous years, and after checking my wallet this morning, it appears to have been a good decision, because I still had money in there - bonus!

So, all through the week, I was dreading the day, but it turned out all right in the end. It's amazing what happens when you just change the way you think about something.

Sunday, August 10, 2014

FYLP - Angus and Julia Stone

I've been listening to a lot of Angus and Julia Stone lately. I've got their album, Memories of an Old Friend in the car, and Julia's haunting voice is soothing to me. Angus and Julia Stone are siblings from Sydney. This folk duo is very talented, as evidenced by their two APRA (Australian Performing Right Association) awards and five ARIA (Australian Recording Industry Association) awards.

This first song I'm sharing with you today is rather sad, but I like the video and how they tell the story of a relationship has ended due to infidelity. It tugs at the heartstrings as you're pulled into the drama. I was riveted to the screen. Here's I'm Not Yours from their 2010 album Down the Way.


This next song is the hit that was awarded an ARIA for Single of the Year in 2010. It was brought to my attention recently on an episode of a favourite ABC series, Time of Our Lives. I'm loving it so much right now that I have it as a bookmark on my browser toolbar and whenever I feel like it - which is most days - I have another listen.



What do you think of the music of Angus and Julia Stone?

Friday, August 8, 2014

Time to Just Write

A few of the people I know online, who used to blog religiously, have abandoned blogging altogether and have moved on to other interests. It's been quiet here too.

Although I've considered it, I don't want to abandon my blog. It's there for me when I need to vent or when I just want to be creative. Even if I have few readers, the ones who matter to me most are still reading. I've been bogged down in perfectionism, thinking that every blog post needs to be just right, crafted carefully to provide the reader with useful information, to provoke thought or to amuse with witty tales.

A few weeks ago, I was trying to encourage my youngest son to do more drawing. He thinks that he's not good at art, and I told him that it just takes practice. I said that part of the problem is that he's like me and is too critical of his work. He should just do a bit of a drawing on a scrap piece of paper and then throw it away. I told him not to worry about whether it's good or not, because he would just be throwing it away anyway, but he would be practising, and before long, his skills would improve, and it would become easier for him.

I realise that I need to take my own advice. I just need to write a little bit every day, and my writing will improve or at the very least my inspiration to write may come more easily. The same goes for drawing. I enjoy drawing but have always been tormented by the blank page. What to draw - what if I stuff it up and waste a lot of effort - who am I drawing for? The answers to these questions are "whatever you want", "so what?" and "for yourself". So today, I'm writing a few words, and there are no pretty pictures to accompanying them. Sometimes finding/taking a suitable photo, editing it and uploading it is a hindrance to a blog post actually getting published. 

Time to just write.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

FYLP: Drugs and Alcohol - As Close As We Get Nowadays

This first song has crossed my path a couple of times this past fortnight. I reckon it must be a sign to share it here. It's by Jolie Holland and is called Old Fashioned Morphine; it's based on a song called Old Fashioned Religion.

I first heard it last Saturday when we were listening to The Hillbilly Goats play on the Esplanade. Then I heard it again in the soundtrack of a UK TV series that I've been watching on YouTube.

Anyway, I love the slow style of this song. Have a listen.



Now, don't you think it has a similarity to another favourite of mine, Eilen Jewell? Listen to this next song, called High Shelf Booze (Booze, not Blues - the person who uploaded the video got the title wrong).



Drugs and alcohol - this is as close as we get to walking on the wild side: living vicariously through music. Once parenthood takes over and converts the majority of our Saturday nights to board games with the kids and being tucked up in bed by 10 pm. Most of the time, I don't mind the switch, and neither does my head/body on a Sunday morning.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Nature Photography: Willoughby Wallaby Poo

When I first moved to Australia, I scoffed at my Canadian friends who thought that, in Australia, kangaroos hopped down the urban city streets. There were certainly no kangaroos in inner-city Sydney. To me, that was like saying that all Canadians live in igloos.

Little did I know. When I moved to Cairns, I learned that encounters with marsupials on the suburban streets were a distinct possibility. A few years ago, when I worked nights at the supermarket, I came across one on my very own street, and the other day, we spotted a group of them making their way across the school oval. Guess I'd better brush up on my igloo-making skills.

The boys' soccer training grounds are next to a field where the wallabies graze. The close proximity to these furry creatures means that the young soccer players have to pick their way through wallaby droppings as they practise their dribbling, juggling and turns. 

It's a good thing they're cute.


Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Broccoli and Cheese Soup

A friend of mine makes the most delicious Mushroom Soup using this recipe. Unfortunately though, the kids hate mushrooms, so much so that the texture makes them gag. We do make them try one every time we have mushrooms, in the hopes that they will develop a taste for them, but I'm not cruel enough to serve them all the time. I have lived through years of gagging on Brussels sprouts to know what that's like.

Fortunately, they like lots of other vegetables, and their favourite is broccoli, so I have adapted the recipe to suit us all. They've always loved my rather plain version of broccoli soup (I got it from a Weight Watchers cook book), but the addition of the butter, garlic, leeks, cheese and cream make this soup simply delectable - and of course fattening, but oh well!

Broccoli and Cheese Soup



Broccoli and Cheese Soup

Serves 4.


Ingredients:

  • 60g butter
  • 1 leek, white part only, wash and sliced
  • 2 cloves of garlic, crushed
  • 2 heads of broccoli, cut into florets
  • 2 tbsp plain flour
  • 4 cups of chicken or vegetable stock
  • 300ml cream
  • 1 cup of grated tasty cheese
  • Salt and pepper to taste

Method:

  1. Melt butter in a large saucepan and sauté the leek until soft. Add garlic and cook for 1 minute.
  2. Sprinkle the flour into the leek mixture and stir constantly while gradually adding the stock.
  3. Add broccoli florets and bring to the boil, cover and reduce heat. Simmer for 8 - 10 minutes until broccoli is tender.
  4. Remove from heat. Blend with a stick blender or process in batches in a food processor or blender. 
  5. Add cheese and stir until the cheese is melted. 
  6. Stir in the cream and season to taste. Return to stove on medium-low, stirring regularly until heated through.
  7. Serve with toasted croutons or crumbled saltine crackers.
Hope you enjoy this as much as we do!
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