Thursday, November 23, 2006, 10:46 PM
Four Ians in the Operating Theatre together to be exact... Now no ones going to be able to beat that !
When last there at the end of Aug we had three Ians. The fourth this time being Ian McLeod who was the Technical Assistant on duty to the operation. Dr Ian Jacobson was performing this operation as before with Dr Ian Woodforth the Specialist Anaesthetist
I went to Sydney again for another implant to my vocal chord this week only this time I was telling everyone I was going for a silicon implant...Which of course was entirely true
I was to have another fat augmentation but a new procedure happened along so Dr Ian Jacobson called off this earlier operation to see how the latest treatment with silicon went. It was then decided in consultation we would go with the silicon for me.
All went well & although now somewhat croaky it is expected in a fortnights time my voice should be sounding just like Dr Jacobson would like.
I was able to catch up with Hospital staff again at the Prince of Wales Private who had taken care of me on previous occasions so that made the stay a whole lot more pleasant. Also entered the Matrix of Sydneys phone system to find & say hello to Stan Knopman the elderly gentleman I shared a room with back in Aug... Stan was just fine so that was great to know.
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( 3 / 2089 )Sunday, November 19, 2006, 02:34 PM
This Entry is for Sally in Anchorage Alaska who rather likes Mo, so in many ways it is a pictorial of Adventures we have taken together.
Over time we have got to know each other very well, so I know when the camera bag apppears it means Adventure time for him & his excitement will prevail until we get to our destination. Nearly all outings are just day trips from home either to the East & the Hills or to the West where the Plains begin. North being inbetween & South will take us to the River for something different.
I get the "Look" to put the window down along the way & do so where it is safe like away from the Highway...This is mostly on back roads & country lanes. Mo understands me more than I think from observing my every move, I am acutely aware of just how much he watches me & a lot of our understanding is from Looks.
With the exception of the summer snake worry & when fox baiting occurs he can in most places run about & explore as we walk.
Here we are at the Bum Tree as I call it for obvious reasons which is one of his favourite trees to climb... Foxes do this to sleep during the daylight hours & his Lordship being a terrier will chase them given the opportunity. I prefer to come here & think of a story I could make up as to how this Old Man Kurrajong Tree got tired from wandering, just looking for that perfect place to sit down & rest his weary branches. It has proven quite a challenge in other photos to get those cheeks just right ! A bit over exposed here
Mo knows I do something with the camera so has become very cooperative in posing for me, he seems to like the attention with the clicking thing
Not everything goes his way though & things can be tough at times for any model with little legs close to the ground
Or when Tim is home & the Band have practise in the Shearing Shed
I knew you would save me.... I gave you the Look !
Some Adventures happen right at home & almost become a nightly ritual
Except Mo can't climb some trees & the Brush Tail Possum knows it, so at about this point I get the All Worried Look to get him down. Luckily saying it is tea time works & we can call it a day to go inside.
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( 3.1 / 2083 )Friday, November 17, 2006, 03:40 PM
On the 15th of April I began an entry titled :
Bringing in the Sheaves at Ganmain
I am now pleased to say this has been finished.
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Happy Reading & Viewing !
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( 3.1 / 2116 )Wednesday, November 15, 2006, 10:49 AM
I have been asked : What happened to that snake in the house ?
Well, after I had pulled Mo to safety & shoved him into the laundry where he proceeded to try & scratch a hole back through the door, the snake as seen in the photo wanted out by getting into the window. Jen the wren had appeared by this stage & stood guard in case this visitor decided getting into the kitchen & under the fridge or dishwasher was a better idea.
I quickly went to get a synthetic seed bag which I lay open (in a fashion) snugly against the wall. I then gently swooshed the snake to go along the wall with a broom where apon it went into the bag which I quickly scooped up...later it was released back into the wild.
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( 3 / 1585 )Tuesday, November 14, 2006, 09:26 PM
Both of us were woken by the noise of subtle scratching on the 2 seater outside our open bedroom window to the verandah. I remember looking at the clock radio which said 3 am & thinking I haven't heard any thunder so why is the prowler there. This prowler always comes with thunder in the night.
In the darkness I knew those brown eyes, brown eyes that can just see over the window sill peering in moving left & then right.
Only having hearing in one ear I assumed with this good ear to the pillow there must have been some distant rumblings I was oblivious to...Rain was expected but not storms surely
I drifted off to sleep for a time but was woken again by what was obviously more urgent sounds coming from the 2 seater with its wooden boards. Then I heard the heavy breathing & this took me back for a moment to a time years ago when the sheep got in around the house one night.
It is funny now, but at the time it sure was a jolting shock to ones system. That morning we woke to the sounds of heavy breathing outside this same bedroom window on the verandah. Talk about spring into action when it dawned on us what it was !...Luckily though little if anything of the garden had been eaten & a hurried bare foot run on a cold dewy dawn by yours truly rounded up the culprits to be herded back out the opened gate.
This breathing was different & as I lay there listening not wanting to move it turned into huffing & puffing with sounds of more anxious scratchings....Toenails on wood no less
Jen the wren then said in the darkness "You forgot to shut Mo in the garage can you do something please!"
It was now about 5 so I got up & went out to the family room knowing Mo would leave the 2 seater & follow me round to the back. In he came all relieved at being inside away from the scary thunder. Mo just about shakes himself to pieces with 2 things in life ...One is thunder & the other is standing on the Vet table waiting for something to happen to him. I grabbed a blanket & lay down for a sleep on our very comfy lounge whilst he took up a close safe position on the carpet nearby.
Rain did arrive with the coming of dawn & some rumbling, later in the morning when I was driving down the paddock with his Lordship lightning & thunder struck over towards the direction of Junee....Mo could not get down onto the floor quick enough to inspect the underside of the dash with much trembling & that look of despair.
Keith Lord phoned that night to tell me of a tremendous lightning hit on a tree at his farm "Homeview" towards town from us. I went to investigate this morning with Keith & was astounded to say the least by the power unleashed with this lightning strike on a big old tree. It was completely destroyed & broken into bits & pieces, some quite large scattered around in a circle from where for so long it had dominated the landscape. Even the main trunk had been blasted & splintered out of the ground breaking off the roots that held it aloft for so many years. I took some photos as Mo trotted about the debri not knowing this was a result of his fear with thunder.
It certainly served as a sobering reminder to me not to take the danger of lightning strike lightly as is often the case when about farms during storms.
This large slab of main trunk has been driven out some 40 M along the ground as evidenced by the mark
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