Rain and sport

Taking cover at the football. Day 221/365.

Saturday, 2 July 2011, Day 221/365.

So far this season we’ve been lucky with the rain staying away during the game. Not so this particular Saturday.

At least I got to stand under my umbrella all rugged up and stay relatively dry compared to the boys playing football.

Usually there’s some complaints of being cold, but not this time that I heard. They actually played quite well and won their game.

I’m not sure whether that’s because JJ and one of his mates played for the other side.

With one thing and another JJ hasn’t been that inspired to play this year and I’m not pushing him. He doesn’t complain about having to play but I’ve seen him play a lot better in previous years.

There’s not too long to go before this season finishes and we’ll see what happens next year.


Broken down. Day 220/365.

Friday, 1 July 2011, Day 220/365.

This fence always catches my eye when I walk past it on my neighbourhood walks with the dog.

The yard, like the fence, hasn’t been tended for a fair while and could do with some work but it’s interesting to look at and I never take photos of the ‘tidy’ fences.

In fact, I realised after I’d chosen this photo for my ‘photo of the day’ that I’d already used this fence for my daily subject matter. It’s the same fence, just from a different angle. I prefer the photo at the top. You?

Broken down fence. Day 122/365.

We need to get rid of it somehow

Hallo tissues my old friend. Day 219/365.

Thursday, 30 June 2011, Day 219/365.

When I was a kid we used to use handkerchiefs to blow our noses. I remember mum washing them by boiling them up in a bit pot reserved especially for this job, and then she probably put them through the washing machine. Our laundry was in a separate out-building so that process was usually quite removed from my day-to-day activities.

It was then my job to iron the hankies, as we called them. It was a job I didn’t mind doing probably because it was quite easy and we all had specific jobs to do as kids.

I couldn’t imagine doing this now. And I don’t know anyone who uses hankies to blow their noses any more. I especially couldn’t imagine how many hankies I would go through when I’ve got a runny nose.

I also couldn’t imagine having to get my son to dispose of his snotty hankies in the appropriate spot. It’s bad enough with tissues that I find lying around on all sorts of surfaces which drives me nuts and I can only imagine how many hankies he would go through when he’s got a snotty nose.

An aside. The Surfer doesn’t usually have a tissue stash like I do and his son in particular gets hayfeverish so often has to blow his nose. If there’s no tissues around he uses toilet paper which he throws straight into the toilet. He did this at my place one day and didn’t flush it at all, and I have tissues. I guess it was just his habit to get some toilet roll to blow his nose. I needed to use the toilet and thought I’d flush beforehand because it was looking a bit full but it didn’t flush. I wasn’t very pleased. I had a bit of a go at trying to unblock and then passed the job onto The Surfer as it was his son who’d left the loo paper in the toilet.

Another aside. When in India I saw lots of people blow their nose by blocking off one nostril and blowing the snot out of the other nostril onto the street. I’m pretty sure this would be frowned upon in most or all first-world countries and it’s not something I want to make a habit of. I don’t know if I prefer that to the annoying sniff though.

Back to the handkerchief. I tried to buy a handkerchief for my son so as a Scout he would be prepared. It was a suggestion from his scout leader. I couldn’t find one so he’s ill-prepared for his snotty nose should he get one. Ill-prepared unless he uses toilet paper or the block one nostril and blow out the other method.

Cars 2

Waiting to see Cars 2. Day 218/365.

Wednesday, 29 June 2011, Day 218/365.

I’m a member of our local car breakdown authority and get their magazine. In this magazine at least a couple of months ago they advertised movie previews of Cars 2 and because JJ saw it too he expressed an interest in going. Because it was near his birthday and because it sounded like a good idea I agreed.

Unfortunately we couldn’t go to our closest cinema and the one we did go to is a pain to get parking for so we were a little bit rushed and by the time we got in there it was already quite packed but we managed to get two seats not too close to the front.

The ticket price included a drink and some popcorn and I think most of the popcorn was on the floor by the time we arrived, something that JJ also noticed and couldn’t quite believe because why would you waste popcorn when you can eat it?

Unfortunately a kids movie and a large cinema packed with people means quite a bit of noise and I can’t believe how loud some kids were. I swear I could hear a couple of kids that were sitting nowhere near us, quite clearly. And the kids behind us hardly stayed in their seats at all. It would have been okay if they didn’t keep accidentally pulling on my hair when walking around behind us.

I’m pleased to note that my son was very well behaved and whenever he talks at the movies I tell him to be quiet, or quieter. That’s my job as a parent.

All the noise and chaos aside I quite enjoyed the movie even with my son telling me to make sure I watch this bit and that bit because he’d seen it before with out of hours school care. I said more than once that of course I would watch it, I was watching the whole movie.

It was reminiscent of the James Bond movies with the English speaking spy car doing amazing things and the car chases were beyond belief. I wondered more than once why cars have buildings to hang out in like humans do. I even had a stab at rightly guessing who the ‘baddy’ was and at least that’s something that my son didn’t spill the beans on.

Blue is the new black

The 'Black Stump'. Day 217/365.

Tuesday, 28 June 2011, Day 217/365.

This building is called The Black Stump because it is black although you wouldn’t know it from this photo which has made it look blue.

I like the reflection of the building behind it.

A good photographic eye

Adelaide GPO. Day 216/365.

Monday, 27 June 2011, Day 216/365.

I’ve had more than one person say I’ve got a good ‘eye’ when it comes to my photos and I take these compliments with grace and say thank you very much to them.

Here’s the thing. I’ve taken most of my recent photos with my iPhone and most of the time I can’t see a jolly thing when I take it. This is usually because the sun is shining on the screen and I’ve got a stupid reflective protective sheet on it which makes it pretty hopeless to read the screen when outside. I paid $15 for it and am loath to just chuck it away just yet. I will definitely replace it before our next summer though. I also mainly use the Hipstamatic app which only has a tiny window to ‘see’ through the lens.

But back to my good photographic ‘eye’. I was wondering if someone asked, how I could say that I compose my shots and I don’t know that I can really articulate it but after reading some composition tips on Digital Photography School I definitely follow some of them.

The Rule of thirds is a good one and to some extent I reckon I’ve used that in the photo above.

The beauty of using a camera like the iPhone means that apart from choosing an app to shoot the photo with, there’s no other settings to muck around with so composing the shot is all I have to think about. I can’t zoom in or out but I can move my position.

The other thing I do when I can is take a bunch of photos and choose my favourite to use for my photo of the day. In one of my future posts in a week or so I’ll demonstrate the thought process (or try to) of picking my favourite photo of the day.

Now he is ten

Enjoying some time at the park on his 10th birthday. Day 215/365.

Sunday, 26 June 2011, Day 215/365.

After the boys from the sleepover left our house, peace descended upon us, apart from The Surfer mucking around with the electronic keyboard I got JJ for his birthday.

I’d had no idea what to get him for his birthday but The Surfer suggested the idea and helped me go and find it at a second-hand shop. It seems like it’s in really good condition and there’s certainly lots of sounds that can be made with it.

In fact, there’s a gunshot selection and I caught JJ and one of his friends making the gunshot sound and then falling over dead, before arising to do it all over again. They had a hiliarious time doing it and it was funny to watch too. The plan is to get him piano lessons which he’s expressed an interest in.

I’m glad I did the sleepover thing for JJ as he had a great time and he was really fortunate with his birthday presents too. He’d asked family and friends for money or book vouchers and they obliged. He ended up having $165 after his birthday haul. This included about $20 he’d already had saved up so of course we had to go shopping.

He wanted to buy Nintendo DS games and I cautioned him about that because his DS console had been missing for a couple of weeks. We’d hunted high and low for it to no avail, but he bought the games anyway. You know what it’s like to have money burning a hole in your pocket and you want immediate retail therapy? I do, so I understood where he was coming from with wanting to buy something. He couldn’t get a book with his voucher because the ones he wanted weren’t there.

Back to the DS. When it appeared as though it was lost I told JJ that he’d have to buy one with his own money and he got really cross with me. I think he was more cross with himself at not taking better care of it but I don’t want him to be the kid that gets things handed to him on a plate without having to do a bit of work for them especially when it’s his fault for losing the thing in the first place.

The DS story has a happy ending. It turned up in his t-shirt drawer. Neither of us knows why he put it there but he’s damn lucky it was there and he’s been happily playing his new games the last couple of days.

Back to the birthday day. After the retail therapy session we lit the fire and bought fish and chips for dinner – his absolute favourite meal. Then we watched an episode of Merlin together and I sent him to bed much to his disgust because ‘it’s my birthday you know mum’. But he’d had a late night the night before and he needed his rest.