*collapses exhausted in a heap*
WELL
There is so much to say, my dear friends. It has been an eventful weekend, and I am loathe to go another day without posting it, for fear of forgetting. First and foremost, I’d like to mention that my wonderful boy has finally posted another entry, after almost 6 months of inactivity. I’m glad he did, for he was able to say a lot of things that I have avoided saying on my own journal, for the simple fact that it was his place to say it, not mine. So please, my friends, take the time to read Adam’s latest entry.
Well, I’d better start from the beginning.
On Friday night, Adam and I went to the University of Wollongong Annual Ball, which like last year, was a most enjoyable night! The theme was Moulin Rouge, and whilst I couldn’t arrange the top hat, tails and cane, I still managed to get rather decorated, as the photo below would indicate! The night included a beautiful meal, as much wine and beer as I could drink, and of course can-can dancers!. What else could you wish for??
Well, there was one thing. The guests speaker for the night was none other than Wil Anderson, who arguably has to be Sydney’s, if not Australia’s, best comedian. And damn he was funny. Adam and I and two of our queer friends actually sat down with him later and chatted to him for half an our or so. It was quite amusing that he ignored the girls clamouring for the autographs and the photos, and came and sat with the fags. Top bloke!
Oh dear…
After spending the night in Wollongong, we headed off to the highlands, and in particular Jenolan Caves. Adam hadn’t been there since he was about 5, so I decided to shout him a tour through the famous River Cave, which is not only the most spectacular but also the longest and deepest. It dips down to the underground river, named the River Styx, which is where Charon, the ferryman, would take departed souls across the river to Hades. Along the tour was the Pool of Reflections, so named because of the way it reflects the cave roof above. It was said that when Charon took you across the river, if you stared into the water you could see the reflections of people’s souls. This pool used to be crossed by boat, until an extended bridge was built. What amazes me is how so much was built so far underground, all without upsetting the fragile cave system. I’ve included a photo for you all…
Pool of Reflections.
| Of ghosts and such things… |
Leaving the River Cave, the weather turned quite foul and we drove up to my mother’s family farm near Oberon, which was thankfully only 10 minutes drive away from Jenolan. It was quite a big thing to take my partner to the farm, as he would get to meet my extended family, something which was dreaded just not long ago. For some unbeknownst reason, we went for a walk with my Aunt in the bitter cold, only to find that some ewes decided to have their lambs in the sleeting blizzard. One ewe had some troubles, and Adam went to help the little lamb that had just been born… so cute to see him with it! We enjoyed a lovely evening in the farm cottage, curled up in front of the fire, whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears.
The rest of the night wasn’t so fun though. I can’t remember if I mentioned it in other posts (I can’t be bothered hunting through for references now), but the farmhouse at Oberon has a long-time resident, Old Ma Fosset. She died early in the 1900’s (the house was built in 1890), and ever since I was young, she used to scare the shit out of me. Usually she’d just pace up and down the hall, but every now and then she’d make a door open or shut. A few years ago I became a lot easier around here, as I realised she wasn’t there to hurt me… I think it’s a common misconception to think that spirits are evil… just the way that people are always afraid of the unkown. However, this weekend it was a bit freaky. Adam and I were sleeping in the main bedroom (also the one where she died), and maybe it was her not liking fags, but I knew she was hanging around in the room with us. She’d already done her usual tricks opening a few doors around the house earlier (a pain in the arse when you want to keep the cold out), but Adam and I were curled up so tightly together, not able to get any sleep. Of course, I managed to get a bit of sleep, but drifted off into dreams. No, not dreams, but a rather horrible nightmare, in which I realised I was in a nightmare and desperately tried to scream and wake myself up. Of course, in a nightmare, you can’t make a noise, but not so for those in the real world. Apparently I started howling and clutching at poor Adam, who, whilst already quite aware of Grandma Fosset’s presence, was literally scared out of his wits. Poor boy!
| Back into the driver’s seat |
Well a weekend out west wouldn’t be complete without some mention of my favourite hobby, gliding. I had to do my Annual Check, and a currency check because it had been a bit of flying since I flew last. I had to wait a bit for the aircraft to become available, but when it did, it was great! I was flying the club’s new DG-505, and we took it up to do a few spins, neg g’s, and just a general fly around. I was quite happy with the way I flew… so was the instructor. Seems I haven’t lost the touch! I just have to get up more often and get a bit of practice in before the Junior Nationals in December.
