Yesterday Dad, the kids and I went to the area to look for seed pods to transform into Christmas decorations. In winter the place looks European, with the bare oak and the daffodils; in summer it is dry with the colours I associate with my childhood Australia - bright blues, dull green and grasses like straw - and it smells of Eucalyptus. I love it, it is my special place, an unexpected find in suburbia.
Al is off with his political mates after a hard, 12 hour day manning the booths. Dad is sitting in front of the telly making rude comments about everyone. I'm here, too nervous to look and blogging. Oh look, I'm blogging with words! Turns out that well runs a little deeper than I realised.
Off to BrisVegas tomorrow for work, with Al and the kids in tow, with hopes of some family time, some time with friends and for Lu and Nell, much swimming and riding in airplanes. Things seem so dark and desperate some days/ weeks/ months and then there's a few nights good sleep, a project completed, a dreaded meeting over and it all becomes a little easier for a while. Though it may be my mood is very dark tomorrow when the results are called.