Boulevard of Bumps

As I published my last post the rain had begun to fall. Ex-cyclone Oswald was moving down the coast to put an end to planned Australia Day celebrations.  Our cheers for local Aussies were not to be heard, as the Australia Day parade down the main street was cancelled. The rain didn't dampen the kids spirit, they decided to add a Samoan flavour with a swim in the rain, "Samoan Style" (fully clothed). The waters rose and continue to rise in parts of South East Queensland.  Just a few weeks ago we were explaining to the boys how this pole measured tidal height, not anymore! Just nearby is a shady haven, where over the last couple of weeks some industrious beachcombers have constructed a cubby in a pandanus tree. A festive lantern suggested this abandoned Robinson Crusoe style abode was constructed as a shady refuge in which to celebrate Australia Day at the beach. We ventured up the beach, discovering o...

The boys and I are back in the sunburnt country, it is so dry and hot. At times I feel a little alien, like when the bank teller looks at me strangely because I am unsure where to swipe my card. She quickly makes an appointment for me to come in and get the run down on all that has transpired with banking since our departure. That should be joyful. It is lovely being in our house. After 12 years of imagining we now have a front fence, which the DSG began building before his return to Samoa. His wavy gate is the cherry and faux stacked quartz tiles will be adhered to the blue board upon his return. We unravelled into our house quickly and took time out for walks, surfing and getting together with some excellent friends. Including being reunited with our beloved dog, Dee Dee. We went to see the Life of Pi and the 3D glasses made Smiley and I feel ill. Sadly the Domestic Surf God had to return to Samoa, we wept for a long while when...