Ron and Chicki
Chicki knew she had to be good. After all, Santa was watching : and all she wanted was a new rope toy.
So, as her daddy Ron received his gift from her mummy Margaret, she was all alert and expectant.
Her face said, ‘Where’s mine?’
Within seconds it appeared, and all was excitement!
The game that ensued amongst us all became a Christmas highlight!
What would Christmas be without special moments like these?
I cannot let this day pass without pointing out that many decades will slip away before mankind sees another date like this!
Perhaps governments of the world should have declared a Happy Twelves Day! And why not? Let’s grab every chance we can to celebrate, while we’re here!
In Sydney, Australia, it’s been a beautiful, early Summer day: lots of sunshine, not too hot: just right.
Wherever you are, I hope that life has treated you just fine, and that you somehow got a sense of where we all are in the scheme of life.
The brass band
Today, Santa arrived!
I saw him in my neighbourhood, listening to children of many ages: even having a word or two with the grown-ups that tagged along.
Is Santa the greatest traditionalist in the world? After all, year after year he dons a bright red suit: surely more at home is colder climates. But in his wisdom, he knows: that’s his signature. Hot or cold, fine or snowing (or in between): that’s how we know and love him.
But in this day and age, the local kids are treated to more. For this Santa was accompanied by a red ‘fire engine’: all decked out with tinsel, and packed with happy youngsters. Round and round they went, waving; yelling ‘Happy Christmas’!
A local Brass Band, decked out in uniform, completed the spectacle. As I heard their yuletide tunes, it capped the mood.
Christmas is coming!
Reflections on the water
Isn’t there something fascinating about light reflecting on the water?
A few days ago, here in a suburb of Sydney, I saw at midnight such a scene. It captivated me, and I sought to preserve its image with my camera.
Beautiful by day, reflections take on a quite different atmosphere when surrounded by a darkened scene. The limitless night sky, enhanced by the romantic moon, glowing planets and twinkling stars, provides a wonderful foil for man-made, reflected illumination.
Don’t you agree it’s truly a sight for sore eyes?
Even Pipe Organs have birthday parties!
On Tuesday, 4th December, a celebration was held to honour the 4oth anniversary of the Great Hall Organ in Sydney University.
In addition, on this same day the Chancell0r’s Trumpet was inaugurated. The Organ now has 54 stops, 79 ranks and 4005 pipes.
The well-known Sydney University Organist and Carillionist, Amy Johansen, expertly performed the recital, which featured a diversity of composers: from Bach to Charpentier to Ampt: and more.
Designed by Rudolf von Beckerath of Germany, the organ was installed jointly by him and Ronald Sharp, my husband (and editor of my books).
The audience of 500 people applauded Ron in acknowledgement of his important contribution. A proud moment!
After the recital, Ron and I attended the reception, and we were introduced by Amy to the Governor of N.S.W. who is also the Chancellor:
Her Excellency Professor Marie Bashir AC CVO. Such a charming and elegant lady!
All in all, it was an evening to remember!
Tonight, I’m reveling in a glow: a glow of achievement!
After many months, the end’s in sight: my seventh title is set to become a reality. It won’t be long before Ron: my husband, editor, and builder of the Grand Organ in The Sydney Opera House Concert Hall: and I start planning its cover. A stage that I really love!
To say that writing this one has been easy is, in a word, inaccurate. It’s been plagued by interruptions: winter ills; day to day issues. I even wondered briefly if I would ever finish it.
But, as the weather warmed up, so did my enthusiasm. The ideas so integral to fiction writing began to form. Walking, swimming, or just relaxing: I’d mull these over: hopefully weeding out the rubbish, and refining the gold.
They say the virtue of achievement is victory over obstacles.
Is that the reason why our society loves a winner?