Saturday, January 31, 2015

The little red truck that came to the Wedding



Wedding couples are constantly looking for ways to personalise their wedding day by adding something that is original and yet appropriate.

With this in mind we’ve seen myriad of symbolic rituals being enacted on the wedding day. There’s candle lighting representing anything from the uniting of the couple to remembering absent friends; handfasting with various coloured ribbons representing various wishes for the couple; blending of sands, sharing of wine, planting of a tree, exchanging of roses, releases of doves, and so on.

At my last wedding the wedding procession was led by a Ring bearer with a remote control in his hand. Running in front of him was a little red truck. On top of the little red truck was a ring cushion to which were tied two rings.

The little red truck was representing the groom’s occupation which was driving a truck.

As both the bride and the groom were Maoris, there was also a suggestion that somewhere during the evening celebrations there might be a spontaneous enactment of the Haka. 

I’ve seen the Haka done in native costume, and in sporting gear, but never by men in suits! It would have been something to see, but unfortunately, if it happened, it happened long after I’d left.

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Thursday, January 22, 2015

Different Face

It seems I have a husband with hidden talents.

I already knew that he was an intrepid bowler. According to statistics, bowling is one of the most dangerous sports around. More bowlers die on the green than any other sportsmen playing their game. More ambulances visit bowling greens than any other sporting site.

There is also another list of statistics. 75% of bowlers are married, unlike other groups of sports people. Could it be a question of the bowler trying to get away from the spouse that keeps them rolling those balls to the very last breath?

Whatever the case, the other day he took a day off to be a model for the Redcliffe artists. Neither he, nor I, knew what to expect. But it seems that when it comes to bowlers the artists have some very definite rules. The sitter gets paid only if he keeps his clothes on!

Here are some results of their effort. 


 Not his normal cheery self!





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Monday, January 5, 2015

My Favourite Thing

Made my way to Brisbane International for the sixth consecutive year and it was all drama, drama, drama.

Arriving at the Northgate station we were asked to evacuate the train because of some problems. We boarded a substitute train with standing room only. One passenger standing next to me, challenged a couple whose three children were seated while paying adults were standing. The father pretended to be asleep, the mother looked puzzled, and the children remained seated. (A moral there somewhere)

Changed train again for the last leg of the journey where we were visited by three or four Police Officers. They must have thought we looked innocent and innocuous, because they walked through without comment.

When we eventually reached Brisbane International, we descended upon the eatery like starving locust. By mid-afternoon Pat Rafter Arena was fragrant with fried - fried fish, fried chips, fried chicken, and other unrecognisable fried.

Speaking of which, according to the Courier Mail (5th January 2015) Queensland ‘is the fattest state in Australia’. Hope we lose that tag this year.

Contented, we watched three excellent matches despite the pouring rain outside. Both the Australian boys played excellent tennis, while their French opponents didn’t.

Caught the bus back to the Corinda Station. Corinda is my old stomping grounds. I attended the St. Joseph Primary School as well as Our Lady of the Sacred College there.

5th of January - a day to remember for all the right reasons.

Here we are being entertained by future champions using balls, bats and nets right for their size and age.


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