Trust

A couple of years ago Steve and I went to a place called Watt's Bridge just outside of Brisbane. There was a get together of fellow pilots for something I can't remember what. Steve was going to do his 210 endorsement meaning retractable under carriage. On take off out of Archerfield his instructor said I can smell smoke and then turned to me and asked if I could see smoke. On picking up my tummy from the floor and my heart from the ceiling of the plane I looked to Steve and saw his calmness and just knew we would be alright why I don't know I just did.

We landed safely and loaded up another plane and flew out to Watt's Bridge for a great night. The next day we flew back to Archerfield in the worst turbulence I have ever experienced to the point where when we landed Steve said he had hit his head and he was the the pilot. Another fellow pilot flew back in a smaller aircraft and the turbulence turned him upside down.

During all this I felt safe. Why because of the trust I have in Steve as a pilot. I thank him for keeping me safe.

The reason behind this blog entry is because in a couple of days we will be flying to England and I don't know the pilots they had better be safe. I don't know them but on flying with Steve on lots of occasions I hope they will be good, steadfast and reliable like my hubby.

Christmas Time

Almost Christmas how tired am I, in answer to that question lots and lots. These last couple of days have been so full on and I still have to go to work tomorrow OH BOY. I have not felt the Christmas spirit for a long time I wonder if it is an age thing or what. How bah humbug do I sound. I love this time of year but it has become so commercial. It comes down to time and money these days instead of family time and the other supposedly true meaning of Christmas the birth of Jesus. Don't get me wrong with a name like mine you have to realise I am Catholic (just not a practising one).

The best thing about Christmas is the light that comes on in a childs eye when they open a present or you tell them a story about Christmas. Maybe I need some grand kids to get my spirit back. But heaven help me if I say that to my girls.

The other day I was saying to my youngest daughter who just turned 21 that at 20 I was married and that at 22 I had my first child. Her response well I can't print that but it was not very complimentary. Times have changed so much.

Oh well.

I hope everyone out there has an excellent Christmas and a very safe New year. Drive carefully.

Not long now

The count down is on, only 11 days to go and we fly out to Singapore then onto England. I just checked the weather in England and Scotland very cold, we will be going from 27 - 30 degrees Celsius to 3 degrees in England and 1 and minus1 in Scotland. The winter woolies will definitely be coming out. I am getting really excited.

Lucky

Here are some new photos of lucky in his drey. He is looking so much better and he now weighs 940grams. He is just waking up for his dinner. He has nearly destroyed his drey there is not much left of it but he loves his blanket and gets most upset when he loses it.

Nearly all of his fur has grown back.

He has made a skylight above and below he now loves licking and kissing instead of hissing.

No time to do everything

The days are racing past and soon Steve and I go on our trip to England and through Europe. Can't wait but before that happens we have my parents 55th wedding anniversary, my youngest daughter Sarah's 21st birthday and Christmas. Three days after Christmas we leave.

So next week on the 20th my parents celebrate 55 years of marriage. Congratulations and all my love to them both.

Then on the 21st Sarah turns 21 and her present is a swim with the dolphins at Seaworld with five friends. We are hoping it will be a fine day.

I still have not done any Christmas shopping or sent any Christmas cards, I am finding it hard to get motivated in that direction with so much else to think about. Also next week I am handing in my resignation at the vet surgery (which I am dreading) as when Steve and I get back from our trip I start full time at Tafe. I don't know where to start first shopping, packing,writing out my letter of resignation etc. I need to get myself organised and soon. Oh for a magic wand. I am getting tired just thinking about it all.

Also before we leave we have to release our possum Lucky and our injured Lorikeet. We tried him out this morning but his wing is still injured and he cannot fly yet, at least he is over his concussion.

To much to do and not enough time.