Synod, Democrats and Stitches

Since I last wrote, I have been busy attending the 31st NSWACT Synod of the Uniting Church. We met at Canterbury besides the Racecourse but the conference centre is there in case you think we were following things running around in circles. They were four long days. I had to miss the AGM of our Australian Democrats which met at the same time of Synod. Great minds think alike especially when scheduling events. Our local Bennelong-Berowra branch has been meeting to support a good candidate for the by-election in Ryde to be held on the same day as the annual Granny Smith Festival. You'll be pleased to hear that my 5 stitches are now out from the back of my neck and my head did not fall off. It is my daughter's birthday today. She has grown somewhat since she first arrived around 3 a.m. in the same year as the Uniting Church formed, the Australian Democrats came into being, and Elvis Presley died.

Mum's 93rd Birthday

Yesterday was 26th September 2008 when I remembered my Mother's 93rd birthday. She was born on that day in 1915 when her mother was going to name her Alexander after my Grandma's younger brother who had been killed, aged 20, at Gallipoli, on 2 May 1915. Mum, however, turned out to be a girl, so she was named Betty Alexandra. Mum died on 17th July 1984, aged 68 from inoperable lung cancer due to smoking, something I gave up when I was 8 after one puff. Yes, I think I did inhale, since you ask, but never again. Would that Mum had done the same then.

Getting it in the neck

This afternoon I missed execution at the surgery. My mind called up visions of Sir Thomas More, Ann Boleyn, Catherine Howard, May Queen of Scots, K Charles I and K Louis XVI each of whom was unduly shortened in length making their further breathing more than difficult. Fortunately, my doctor had a scalpel rather than a guillotine in removing a skin cancer on the back of my neck otherwise it would have required more than the five stitches now residing there like a pet centipede.

The Return of the Blogger

I'm here.

Yes, my last entry was on 7th March 2007.
A lot of last year was taken up with being involved on the NSW Australian Democrat Campaign team for both the NSW election where we lost MLC, Dr Arthur Chesterfield-Evans, and later the Federal election where we lost our four Senators.
I was exhausted from all this commitment and didn't really have anything I wanted to blog about politics on the grounds of the Fifth Amendment.
I am not so involved this year as I was, LD!
My daughter, Joanna, visited me this morning and has made it easier for me to resume my blog.
I hope to remain in touch with you, DV!

THERE'S AN ELECTION COMING UP HERE

It's been a long time between blogs and the blogsite has been updated since.

The main reason for my silence here is due to my being up to my ears in our Australian Democrats Campaign for the NSW State Elections looming on Saturday, 24 March. I've been helping with lists and spreadsheets as well as delving into my hoary memory going back in the Party since about 1990 when I joined, and you know me by now that I tend not to do things by halves. However, now I do seem to need more senior naps than I used to. zzzzzz (oops).

If you'd like to examine what sort of collective beastie is the Australian Democrats leading up to this election then go to http://nsw.democrats.org.au where a beautiful website will (hopefully) display for you. If you have any queries or you'd like to help email nswdems@democrats.org.au.

Back to the saltmines.

Where have I been, you ask?

I've eventually found my piece of paper of how to activate this again.
You'll be relieved to know that the operation on my thigh was successful except it has left a nice long scar on my left thigh just above the dinner-plate removed in 1978.
All this leg renovation means that my chances of being selected to be a male model on the catwalk has somewhat slightly diminished.
Meanwhile I have had my scalp scraped twice and 5 stitches worth taken out of the flap of my left ear.
Who said that Global Warming isn't affecting us?
By the way, Happy Armistice Day.
When will we ever learn?

Driving resumed

You'll be pleased to hear that I have resumed driving again and am using one crutch to walk distances.

Today is the 61st anniversary of Hiroshima's great tragedy and we are still condoing the use of bombs and rockets upon vulnerable people in the 21st century. We are still animals who scratch and bite except we are now sufficiently sophisticated to use precision bombing. When will we get to be human?