Tuesday was an ordinary day until the opportunity for outrage presented itself…
Opp. #1. It wasn’t until I passed the queue of last chance $70 million lotto ticket
suckers purchasers my feet took me back to the little table where there was no queue to buy fundraising tickets for the Australian Paralympic Committee. To be honest, ordinarily I wouldn’t have spent money on either but it was so wrong.
Opp. #2. If your dog won’t come when you call, put it on a leash. Pretty simple. I hope the child belonging to it’s mother who was the owner of the unleashed pointer-type dog hunting our cat friend George amongst the cars on Flora St grows up smarter than she (didn’t look like it would be a stretch). Extra points lost for naming your dog “Woossy”, and stepping into traffic with same toddler in hand to stop cars so they won’t run over the dog you can’t control.
“he that is angry without cause, shall be in danger; but he that is angry with cause, shall not be in danger: for without anger, teaching will be useless, judgments unstable, crimes unchecked” St. Thomas Aquinas
Every day is an opportunity to make a new happy ending. ~ Author Unknown
I woke up missing sleep from the early hours, and missing cognitive functionality.
I passed the day somehow, and just caught the sunset as I was leaving the office.
Part of the Head On Photo Festival, Sydney’s Customs House Library is transformed with garden effects. I’d like the “garden” behind the main desk in my living room.
*quote by Marcus Tullius Cicero
As posted on the Taylors Arm Community page “ANZAC Day at Taylors Arm seems to grow in popularity every year, and is well supported by the local community and beyond. The Taylors Arm sub-branch of the RSL (the smallest in the state!) has an active base, and fundraises throughout the year in order to bring the ANZAC and Remembrance day ceremonies to the Taylors Arm Community.” This year also there is a new cenotaph.
We set our alarms for 4.30am, struggle into warm clothes and after a quick coffee wander down the road to the front veranda of the pub to join those assembled in preparation for the walk to the cenotaph for Dawn Service.
After the Last Post and the completion of the service with the kookaburras and the arrival of daylight signalling time, we congregate back at the pub with cups of tea or traditional rum & milk. Breakfast is available but just on dawn we make our way back up to our house to be greeted by the sun’s tribute to ANZAC Day.
The sunrise resembled the Australian Army Rising Sun badge .
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
Lest We Forget