Trampoline

Trampoline. Day 236/365.

Sunday, 17 July 2011, Day 236/365.

I bought this trampoline about six to seven years ago. I probably couldn’t buy one like it now because they’ve gone circular and have safety nets around them.

My backyard isn’t very big and the beauty of this trampoline is that I can easily put it on its side – something I couldn’t do with the round variety.

It’s been a godsend for the lad to get out and jump some of his energy away. He doesn’t use it as much but he still uses it.

Spring

Hope springs eternal. Day 235/365.

Saturday, 16 July 2011, Day 235/365.

Tree blossoms in the middle of winter. It gives me hope that spring will come and it will be here before we know it.

Alone time

Sunset at Southport. Day 234/365.

Friday, 15 July 2011, Day 234/365.

Even thought it’s the middle of winter here I still love going for a walk along the coast. No matter the temperature there’s always something about it that makes me feel very peaceful.

It was just the antidote to taking three children to see a movie – not that it was traumatic or anything – I just need alone time every now and then.

City of churches

Place of worship. Day 233/365.

Thursday, 14 July 2011, Day 233/365.

This is a church not that far from where I live. It’s one of those churches that local families go to and these families are huge. They need big cars because the four door sedan won’t fit them all in.

I really like the big triangle shape of the church. I  haven’t been in a church since I don’t remember when. I used to go when I was a kid because my parents used to take me but I don’t go any more unless it’s for an occasion like a wedding or a funeral. Even then, many of these don’t happen in churches any more.

I live in what’s known as the city of churches although pretty much everyone I know doesn’t attend church regularly, or at all.

There’s a story behind this rug

Keeping warm. Day 231/365.

Tuesday, 12 July 2011, Day 231/365.

Once upon a time I used to crochet. I don’t think I know how to crochet any more but I guess I could pick it up easily enough again if I wanted to.

I started crocheting this rug the day that Elvis died on 16 August, 1977 so I was just a bit younger than my son is now. I didn’t crochet it in his memory or anything, I just remember that event. However it could have been very soon afterwards because I remember watching an Elvis movie on tv.

I used bits and pieces of wool that I had left from other projects and that my grandma had given me because she was into the crafty stuff.

I continued to crochet this rug for some time and got bored with it. Luckily the aforementioned grandma rescued it from me and completed it. She even crocheted a nice border round the outside to tidy it up.

I’ve managed to keep it through numerous years, share houses and time overseas and I still have it. It lives in the lounge room for a throw rug when it’s just a bit cold.

Exercise and photo taking

Victoria Square, Adelaide. Day 230/365.

Monday, 11 July 2011, Day 230/365.

This photo was taken in Victoria Square, Adelaide looking north down King William Street.

I got off the tram a stop earlier because I was a bit early and I thought it would give me a chance to have a walk and take some photos as well.