Where has the past week gone?
In my case it’s equal parts work and feeding the Ipod. Yes, my baby is now fully functional and has 3709 songs on it, there’s still about a hundred CDs to go so I should almost make the 5000 mark. As well I’ve added a skin to protect it, an Itrip (with thanks to Rob) to listen in the car and an Italk to record speech. Of course, I am now broke.
I’m going to use the Italk in a special project. My dad is 82 and has lived in and around Shepparton for most of his life. He’s seen it grow massively from a small country town that was a days journey from Melbourne to a large rural city, two hours by freeway and getting closer each year as the freeway inches almost to Shepp’s door. I want to capture some of his memories of this growth and his recollections of Shepp and now is a good time while he’s still able to walk, talk and remember with no difficulties. To have my dads stories, the ones I’ve heard so many times, in his voice recorded for me and our family will be wonderful. Dad, of course, will be chuffed ’cause he gets to be the centre of attention for a couple of days.
Work is keeping me busy and I’m feeling guilty about being inside typing and clicking instead of outside mowing the lawns and wipper-snippering the jungle around the edges. This afternoon, or maybe tomorrow evening now the curtains are fading in the extra hour of daylight.
Phee has managed to contract the latest craze from school – school sores. The poor scabby faced girl was so upset she didn’t want to go to drama yesterday. The whole house has turned in to a contaminated zone with disinfectant, separate towels and utensils for the inflicted one. No kisses and the constant cry of ‘don’t touch your face’. They’re clearing up after a day and by Wednesday when she’s due back at school the doctor tells us they should be gone.