Mumma is mine.....

I do wish I had been one of those organised and far sighted mothers who recorded all the sweet little things that the children said as they were growing up.  Often now those cute sayings come to me and make me smile.  Also, I am, getting a good deal of new ones to add to the repertoire from the grand children.  Should I be recording them now so that as my brain deteriorates I will have them on record? Perhaps I should start that off very soon.

One night, on Mother's Day in fact, one of my boys kindly offered to rub my dear old aching feet which sometimes swell.  (I think he was motivated by the swollen ankles that day.)  Of course his enthusiasm  waned in short time but the kids were all making jokes around that ad on TV where the islander lady is giving a massage to Rhonda (The highly acclaimed driver from the  AAMI insurance ad for those who do not know).  The masseuse is giving a wonderfully vigorous foot massage and tells Rhonda that she has a great brake foot!  The other ladies come flocking around trying to get Rhonda's business but this determined woman says possessively. "Rhonda is mine.  Rhonda is mine."

When my son ditched me my 3 1/2 year old grandson came over and began to ever so gently rub my feet.  "Mumma is mine" he grinned up at the older boys,  What a precious little man!

An hundred times a day I have to smile at the questions and sweet observations of the little folk around me.
Can you credit that the twins will be one in another few weeks??!!  They are running everywhere now and particularly the little princess is saying a few words.  She is a little feisty.  Her blue eyed brother is a much more laid back nature but they can both roar if they feel they are not being heard or understood!  The littlest grandie is like a koala.  Very cute and cuddly.  He is crawling everywhere and pulling himself so will not be left out for very much longer.

We were without the computer all last week.  It was a good reminder to me just how much time can be frittered away in front of the screen.  However, I sit here now and feel I'd like to stay up late and catch up on all the blog posts and articles I have missed in that time.  I hope to get to read at your place soon :-)
Since there are five of us who use this poor old computer, time limitations are always a factor.

Wishing you all a wonderful and productive week.  I know that I have a number of appointments and my mum has a small op this week so there will be interuptions but Lord willing, we will cover all that is necessary.

"But what does the Lord require of thee but to live justly, to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God."

Micah 6:8

Where does the time go?

The deafening silence coming from this blog is an indication of how busy life has been for the last couple of weeks.  So some dot points to keep everyone up to speed ;-)

#  We have moved my dear mum and dad from their unit in the retirement village in the hostel (low care) facility on the same complex.

It is very difficult to see your loved ones lives reduced to one room.  When they moved from the property (where Dad had lived for 74 years and Mum 49 year) to town it was a huge life change and a massive culling of goods and chattels.  Then from the town house, where they had hoped to see out their days,  to the Retirement Village, another scale down.  They have had five very happy years in the village, made friends and coped with the challenges of growing old.  They've been so blessed to be together and have muddled along helping one another.  Dad went blind about eighteen months ago and this has also been difficult for Mum in that she had to become his carer even though she is quite frail herself.  Recently when Mum was ill and had a couple of falls I think we all realised that the move, which they had applied for six months ago, was just in time.
This afternoon when asked how the first day in the new apartment had gone, Dad answered that it felt pretty much like the old place.  We hope they will be happy here and God willing see out their days there with out the need for high care or hospital.  It is in the Lord's hand.

Middle Hall at the Range College.
Once my High School (Boarding )
Now an Aged Care Facility where my parents live!

# Preparations for the Centenary Celebrations of farm and family are coming along swimmingly!

Our little committee is very pleased with the response from family and friends far and wide.  As often happens, the event will probably end up being bigger than Ben Hur!  When you are organising for a large number on a rural property there are all sorts of things to consider.  THE WEATHER!  Marques, tables, chairs, portaloos, occupying the dozens of children, displaying memorabilia.  Also we have put a lot of thought into the  "official" side of it, planting of trees, launching of Uncle's Book.  Then there are farm tours, tours of town, church, cemetery. Phew!  It is going to be grand!

# Beef Australia

Every three years Rockhampton hosts the Beef Australia Exhibition.  The town is decorated with (more than usual number) of bulls and lots of corny captions such as Valu-bull, Irrisista-bull you get the picture.  The streets are teeming with blue jeans and Akubras and the show grounds are humming with cattle , horses and all things pertaining to the land.  Coming from a farming family, it has been great to catch up with many of them this week.  It also meant we had lots of hands for the move on Tuesday.  I didn't venture out to the exhibits feeling rather too weary from all the other goings on.  We did however attend the local production of  "The Man from Snowy River".  I really enjoyed all the humour and the kids dancing, the beautiful horses re-enacting the poem.  Oh, I do love a good recitation of "The Man"!

# One hour on Friday
My friend Petunia and I agreed to meet for one hour or so on a Friday this term.  Just the two of us.  We are both in this very busy season of life tugged between teen agers still being home schooled, married adult children and grand children, our parents growing old and finding time to spend with our husbands!  We used to spend a lot of time together when our children were small.  We used to read and pray together as well as generally socialise and help one another.  Now there doesn't seem to be a moment to catch up so we decided to make the time. This has become a special high light of each week.