A QUICK RUN THROUGH OF OUR AUSTRALIAN CHRISTMASES 2004-2011.

A BRIEF RUNTHROUGH OF OUR CHRISTMASES IN MY FAMILY SINCE DIGITAL CAMERAS CAME INTO MY POSSESSION.

How do you spend your Christmastime ?

2004: The setting was KINGSCLIFF 

Marine Parade, Kingscliff at the home of my son and his family.  It was a blended family Xmas. Me. My ex husband. our daughter and son. Their partners. The ex-husband’s two sons and my son’s 2 daughters. People slept on floors and in corners and   Xmas lunch was in the park opposite with beach swimming and seafood and various games.

 

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2005: The setting was again Kingscliff.

This time there was only a handful of us.  The ones who lived up there on the NSW/ QLD border. It was hot again and the tree was up. Gifts galore but a little short on family. We paid a visit to the FINGAL HEAD LIGHTHOUSE and Dreamtime Beach while out at my cottage in Bilambil the tree snake was “ just passing through “.

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2006: ARMIDALE.

My son moved with his girls to the highest city in Australia during the course of 2006. Armidale.

It left me alone on the Tweed River, doing trips down South to the son in the Mountains and the daughter in Sydney.

For Xmas of 2006, I took the coach from Tweed Heads to Casino, the train from Casino to Grafton followed by the Coach up the mountain to Glenn Innes.  Then the Kids drive 100kms to fetch me. December 2006, a hail storm hit as we were driving back to Armidale. It ended up being called a natural disaster and gave us a white Xmas combined with the Heat which came the next day. One weird Xmas with all the family gathered again.

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2007 : ARMIDALE AGAIN

By 2007, I was familiar with the beautiful old house in Canambe Street and very much at home there. The girls had a backyard and the same the was up and decorated. The Kingscliff tree. The new element in 2007 was Izzy. That probably gave them all a wee surprise. I ‘m not sure that Nanas are expected to have Izzys. It meant some mighty good presents and some music.

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2008 : TWEED HEADS

Stayed put in Bilambil for 2008 with the daughter’s 30th to come, down South on Boxing Day. It looked like being quiet as but just before lunch my friend Lorraine asked whether we would like to come to her place for Xmas dinner and so we did.

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2009 : NORTH BELLINGEN

I am NOT a good celebrator.I find something rather odd in all of it. Odd but precious. In 2009,my daughter was about to give birth to her first child. The complete House of Capricorn. Her man  was born Xmas Day. She was born Boxing Day and Baby was yet to come.

We spent the afternoon in the Promised Land at the swimming hole and stayed overnight in a pop top camper at repton. The things you do for love.

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2010 : BELLINGEN

The Baby’s first Xmas and the WHOLE family gathered. We snaffled a Xmas Tree dodgily from down the road and freaked out the 7 year old. It had been raining a lot and the paddocks were filling with water and all plans of camping out in the yard were put aside.

But somehows we got to the beach in the afternoon.

Xmas – for US.

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20 DECEMBER 2011 : A DORMANT SANTA CLAUS.

ALTUCHER CONFIDENTIAL.

Tip No 26 : Sleep eight hours a day.

http://www.jamesaltucher.com/2011/03/33-unusual-tips-to-being-a-better-writer/

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THE YAAN.

SLEEP. Hah! I was a non sleeper for many years but that was pre Hep C and low Platelets. Nowadays Sleep and Benches are fundamentals in my lifestyle. I tried for years to push past the barriers of fatigue, especially during the Driven Era of the 1990s and all that happened was increasing weakness and muddled thinking and emotional lunacy. Nowadays, I shamelessly “ take to my bed”.

Doesn’t seem to make a writer of me but I feel a lot better. Hey – and that’s despite its meeting considerable amounts of resistance over the years. A lot of People don’t seem to like you to sleep. Or even rest. When I sit on the benches as I so often do, the Restless Ones tend to go a little frenzied.

For a goodly length of time, years indeed, professionals and amateurs alike were very clear with me that I would develop depression from sleeping so much. In my Uncertain Times of early recovery, I struggled to activate so that the depression didn’t come upon me unawares while I was sleeping. After a bit of experimentation I decided that I was far more depressed struggling 5 kilometres on a walk to work in Rainbow Street with a backpack of teaching gear than I was in bed.

I have a knack of choosing residences with good bedrooms where I can lie exotically and not feel trapped and I tell you that’s not easily done on a pension where the rents are often, make that almost always, more than half of the income. What I don’t have a knack of is – interior decoration. My beds suck. I still have a sheet that belonged to my mother and she’s been gone for a decade. My siblings are another matter entirely. The bedroom where I sat with my sister while she passed smelled sweet, was decorated with magical bits and pieces and was soft with satin sheets and pillows.

My brother’s rooms are high class mattresses and sleep-inducing with linen I could happily wear out to a function.  Even if with the Princess and the Pea syndrome, I would sleep deeply at his place.

My bedroom – well – its not the best of the rooms I have had but its pretty good. A passionfruit vine is growing up and over the windows and the birds and other critters live in the trees outside it but the bed itself is an acrobatic feat. It creaks and screams for mercy and seems to slope slightly. I do have the satin pillowcases now and I have duck feather pillows – but I am not good at  creating a sleeping environment.

My daughter and daughter in law are pretty sharp at the bed creation. They make quality beds and I used to like visiting them. Up in the mountains at my son’s place, they always put 5 pillows and 5 doonahs for me. I liked that. Especially with  towels folded in a fan shape with motel soap on top of the spread. The word for my bed which comes to mind is SCHEMOZZLE.

Nonetheless. I like sleeping. THE WORLD OF SLEEP.  Sometime before the SHEEPLE YEARS, rest was understood and embraced.

LET US SLEEP !

Here’s a kindly era when little ones were allowed to be little ones.

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