Well, it's been a funny Australia Day, stinking hot (as you might expect) with a massive storm just before dinner that caused several shorts and lost me the first draft of the above layout, LOL (always remember to back up!!!)...
Thought I'd do a quite sum up of what I think of when thinking of what being Australian means to me...
My most potent thoughts relate back to my childhood in Whyalla, back then I felt Australian, since then I have felt that way, possibly because I live overseas for all of my teen years and then some...
What is essential Australia for me:
- Days so hot you can't go outside
- The smell of rain on hot cement at the end of days so hot you can't go outside
- The sound of thunder that rolls in and out without a drop of rain for four years
- Long dusty drives through salt bush to "go visit Nanna and Grandad" after Christmas
- Stirring up the red dust on a Kawasaki on the weekend with mum and dad
- Wagon Wheels melting in your hand as you eat
- Vegemite sandwiches for school lunch
- Carols by candlelight on a 28 degree evening in shorts and sandals
- Sausages cooked over a camp fire in the back yard
- The penetrating sound of Cicadas at night
- Magpies warbling at first light
- Banana Paddlepop icecreams
- The smell of school uniforms dried in the sun
- Apricots in the backyard from the overhanging tree belonging to Mrs Rogers next door
- Melamine Skippy plates
- Icecream on the foreshore
- Floating in the sea in an innertube
- Looking for trapdoor spider in an empty lot
Tonight for dinner we had panfried chicken (in herbs and spices) sliced and served with salad, the kids loved it...
AND I found out my mum's youngest sister, my Aunty Helga, who is 5 years older is having her third baby in two months time, so I'll have a new cousin 6-7 months younger than my youngest! Icelanders don't talk about pregnancy, and so while I've talked to all my family over there a lot in the past 7 months, it was only an errant comment that let slip that Helga is due soon...