Teach cows to eat weeds

Cleaning up my emails this morning I rediscovered this little gem.

Taking Shape

So, things are taking shape with the new princess mitxe. Behold new swept back handlebars. We are at a bit of an impasse until some new brake levers materialize. Just to be clear, it is VERY UNSAFE to ride a bike with no brakes. Just ask Mr Duck. We were playing around in the street zooming up and down enjoying the new swept back handlebars when the old brake caliper dropped off the bar and well, things come to a pretty abrupt stop when once spokes one's self.

Some nice Schwalbe Marathon tires arrived today along with some puncture resistant tubes and the handlebars........I think she looks pretty neat. But she needs a name.

Little tendrils

I cried at the Telstra shop today. Not because my phone is broken. Not because it has to be sent away so the little men can fix it. I cried that I would be losing all those old text messages from my Dad.

It really was kind of funny. There I was being all functional and grown up getting my phone ready to send off while the nice young boys were setting up my courtesy phone and then......while shutting down and logging off what seemed like a zillion services, networks and apps I casually asked if this process would mean that I would lose all my texts.

Well, that did it. 

I'm sorry I sobbed, tears streaming down my face, my father recently died and I just realized getting my phone fixed means I have to let go of his text messages. The nice young boys were a bit taken aback but also very kind. They even passed me a box of TISSUES bless their little GenY cotton socks.

It's the little things isn't it. I am trying to stay open and just let the million little tendrils of Dadness entwined in my life recede and drift away. But some things make me want to hang on with white knuckles.


Did I ever tell you how much I love you?
Three lines of so. 

New addition

Does anyone remember Spokesman Cycles on Lonsdale St in Braddon? They had a bit of a cult following in the ONC.

And now I have my very own.$150 how cool is that?

She needs some lovely swept back bars, and some mudguards.......perhaps a basket or rack.....but not too much else. She is in pretty tip top shape considering her age........probably late 70's early 80's. She is purrrdy.

Welcome home sweetie.Queenie and Selena, meet your new sister.........

Holly Crap

Dear Julia. I love that you can knit. I think you look great with glasses. I had to get reading glasses too this year. I really want to say thank you for being our first girly prime minister. I think you did a great job in very very trying circumstances. I think you had to work with a lot of pricks. I can say that on my blog now because my Dad is dead and can't read it anymore.

Anyway. I just want to say thanks. I really hope you get to have a bit of a lie down and a rest, and that you get lots of cups of tea in bed for a while. Perhaps you and Tim and Reuben can go hang out at the beach for a while. Or go camping. Or go stay in the shed on that little bush block Tim bought.

I really hope you get some time to recover and rest up and have some fun before you get onto the next big thing. You are really awesome.

Lots of love

Duckie.

Miss you Bobby - three lines of so.

And the bush had friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him

In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars

And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit planes extended

And at night the wondrous glory of the everlasting stars.

Sky Light Canberra

Sky Light Canberra from GCNelson on Vimeo.

This is where I live.

Back on the wagon

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