Ruby is, at present, outside in the rain, barefoot in the mud. She looks like she is wearing brown, knee- length socks.
It has been a muggy, humid, rainy and stormy start to the new year. We had a quiet New Year's Eve, with a family movie night and then sparklers on the back deck. Yesterday we went up to Sydney to visit my grandparents for afternoon tea. It was a lovely afternoon, and I know my grandparents enjoyed seeing the children. Ruby put on many performances for us all, commanding everyone to sit down and watch her ballet dancing. I will feel that I have lived a full life if I get to watch my great granddaughter do a ballet concert. Grandma showed me some photos of herself and her brothers from when she was small, so from the 1920's. So strange to see those moments captured in time, almost 100 years ago. I study the faces of the people in my family to see what features I can see being passed down through the generations.
Today I took the kids to the beach briefly between rain showers. It was lots of fun, then the skies literally opened and it poured rain, instantly flooding the footpaths. We trudged back to the car, the rain pouring on our heads. At least it was refreshing after the humidity!
Friday, January 01, 2010
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So hard, impossible really, to imagine a humid New Year's Eve. I'd like to try it once. Ian's mother, a transplanted Aussie, spent her Christmas in England cursing the falling snow. I thought it was so lovely, but I can imagine a snow-covered Christmas for her is still as foreign and not right as a hot Christmas for me. Old habits die hard.
Love the T-shirt by the way. Thanks for the link.
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