Father's day

Father's day started with a row.  Pretty hard as the timing and balance were no good. But it was nice to be out with the guys. Followed up with a quick coffee.

Then off to collect Marcus from Michaels place.  I dropped Marcus at our place and went to the last half of church.

Megan had an ensemble playing.

Peter did a sermon on Fathers.  We each received a necklace of chocolate made a Alietta.

Chris arrived broken.  He had ridden to rowing and fallen off on the way home.

He was not keen on Flinders Peak.

Plan D implemented.  Picnic at Oxley common. In a way much better.  Whole family including Lucy.  Shorter.

Early Christmas with the Lauries

Well the Cat is getting right into the Christmas spirit.

Early Christmas dinner with Ian and Fay











Dan and Jemma cooked the tree of biscuits.

Christmas Lights

 Friday evening went and had dinner at the Konings then while Chris and Paul engineered some great construction with Fisher Teckique, the rest of us went looking at Christmas lights.
The rest of us being Frank, Megan, Cybele, Jemma, Ellie and Sam.

You gotta wonder why he couln't get the camera straight.

:)

Chris Auto paper plane launcher

 Andrew and Cathrine brought Chris an early christmas present.

An automatic paper plane launcher.

This is a very slow shot.
Took us lots of attempts.  Usually they flew over my head at a million miles an hour.

Cleaning up Toowoomba

The Thomson's and Lauries spent the weekend cleaning up mum's place in Toowoomba.

Dad died in 1976 just before I was to start as a boarder at BGS.  A year later (1977) mum moved to 144 Mackenzie st (Dad's mum's house) and a year later to 4 Sinclair St Toowoomba.  This was on the corner of Sionclair St and Buyce Ct.  Somewhere along the line, the address changed to 2 Boyce Ct.  Much more appropriate as the Boyce court entrance is far easier.

Cleaning up was not without a degree of sadness.  Many memories live on in the context of that house.  I would admit many feelings of incompleteness and un completed business.  As we carted off the junk I guess I could not but feel a degree of disapointment that this Junk that I thought she held so close was effectively the cause of her demise.  The house was so cluttered that she would have to navigate the junk but she would trip and fall and injure hersef.  So began a cycle Fall -> Hospital -> respite -> Home.  Over time the cycle became shorter and shorter until one day she did not come home.

This is but 1 of 5 ute loads that went to the dump and two loads that went to life line.

We started with an empty skip at the dump.  This is that first ute load.  All our stuff and what is it worth.










I had had dreams of the house being a weekender however that was not to be.
So the house is to be sold.  I suspect a developer or such will remove the house and buid a mansion or two and hopefully some other family will be able to make use of that beautiful position.