Old photo taken when we were so proud that we managed to squeeze the piano in
NB. LOVING the rain....... but slept here on the couch. That's all I'm going to say about the 'bongo drum awnings' outside our bedroom...... for fear of further reproach. Note to self: go to storage shed and get fold up bed.
Happenings? not much really.
Looks like poor old Brian (lizard) is on his last legs. Two very distraught lads.
Nigel is thriving and twice the size of Brian. Nigel eats everything in sight... every last lovingly prepared grated morsel of carrot and zucchini, delicately chopped strawberries and heaps of live crickets thrown in for good measure. He bolts down his calcium powder and specially prepared 'lizard food' mulchy stuff. Big son, budding scientist/medico, is meticulous about lizard dietary balance and has researched the topic to death.
Speaking of death, Brian is not good. He hides under the heat rock and never comes out. He's half the size of Nigel. He was never good from the start. There's always one isn't there. Brings back memories of the traumatic passing and touching burial of 'Pocket', our first and much cherished Graceful Tree Frog. Brian falls on his back and makes no attempt to roll over. It's heartbreaking to watch... well actually I don't, I can't, I'm just informed of every painstaking movement of the poor blighter. So big son has force fed him, as per lizard manual instructions... (a procedure also not for the faint hearted... so I hear).... with no success.
So despite hubby's ginormous workload, following his trip to Melbourne, he is making a mercy dash, Brian in arms, to the Pet Superstore this morning to have the 'Lizard Specialist' have a look at him. Yes there are 'Lizard Specialists'... and even 'Lizard Food Reps'.... I spoke to one last time we were there... sort of like a 'Lizard Dietitian' of sorts... fascinating.... if you are 12 years old. I pretended.... to be fascinated. You have to.
So it's Friday.. apparently my big boy's favourite day...not because it's the end of the week... but because good subjects happen on Friday... like drama.. yep, my budding scientist is embracing drama with gusto... and chapel ("'cause it's a bludge"). We're off to watch Mr A-M play soccer tonight... another thing I can't watch.. really... after 7 knee reconstructions and implicit directions from Orthopaedic Surgeon NEVER to play soccer again, I feel we are all being 'really naughty' partaking in this activity. Kids have fun though... totally ignoring their Dad's match ("did you see my goal, did you see my goal"... aaah... "nope") and running around madly with all the other kids, searching for lost soccer balls in the bush... in the dark.
Nothing else to report really.
Have a great weekend.