It is like an old worn record that everyone is tired of hearing – I still have a limited mail service. At the moment I am using my ISP web mail which is very limited in what I can do. I installed MS Office 2016 which did not have Outlook. So I asked the local computer centre technician if Outlook 2013 would be compatible and work with Office 2016. I was assured that it would. It did not! Wouldn’t even look at it. We tried a number of solutions but none of them worked and I am reluctant to download Outlook again because of the last problem. So I am still without full mail and will probably be forced into doing what Microsoft wants us all to do – not buy a program outright any-more, but rather take out a subscription, pay a fee either monthly or yearly – Office 365 – you pays your cash, download the full office suite, then 365 days later – you pays an annual fee.
I have a funeral tomorrow – George was a soldier in the Royal Engineers, was with the 8th Army in North Africa, Egypt, El Alamein, then saw service in Italy where he was wounded. Since there was only one male member of the family, three people from the church were asked to act as Pall Bearers. I was asked to be one. For me it was a privilege and I felt that I was carrying someone from this world into history and legend. And, of course, he would have been familiar with another group that have also passed into history – Ali Baba Moreshead and his 20,000 thieves ( Major General Leslie Moreshead and the 9th Australian Division.) who also fought at El Alamein. George was 94 this year. There also members of the RSL – Returned Servicemen’s League – the President who called everyone to “Stand Fast” then recited the Ode, followed by the Bugler playing the Last Post, a minute’s silence and the Stand Easy. For the general student – well in SA anyway – anything beyond Afghanistan is history – heck anything beyond the sms message of an hour ago is pretty much history.
There is a new fire burning in Victoria that is causing some concern as well as one in Tasmania. I think the one in Victoria might be around the Fozziemum area so I hope everything is ok there. We have had mid 40c temperatures for much of the week , which topped out here at 45.8c and again fairly dry ( a few spots) lightening strikes. This is a new record for us since our highest temperature on record was 44.6c Today (Sunday) the temperature dropped down to 32c but very humid. Spots of rain about the place – light shower – and I mean light – here or there is not really helping much. I have been getting up early in the morning to take Benji for his morning walk. Late at night – after the sun has gone – we go out for our evening walk.
It’s been a year since I had the minor heart concern and the Cardioversion to set everything to rights. Last week I went for some tests and for my trouble I have been called to the surgery to discuss the results with the doctor. As I said to a good friend I am feeling really great but I dare say the doctor will soon put a stop to that. Although it could simply be that my BSL is up – which is fair enough since I am naughty at times and I do like chocolate :o)
In just over a week, we will hold ANZAC Day – for those of you in Europe – that is our Remembrance Day (although we still recognize that particular day) and for my American Friends I think the nearest thing is Veterans Day. However, it is the day that we remember the Australian and New Zealand men and women who fell in battle to preserve the freedoms that we take for granted today. I have often argued that this is not a glorification of war, far from it. ANZAC Day is a time of Remembrance and Thanksgiving – remembering those who did not come home, who paid the ultimate sacrifice for us and a time of thanksgiving for all the men and women who did come home and whom we honour that day. Generally, after the dawn service, all the former service people and their families head off to the Returned Serviceman’s League (RSL) for breakfast. I have never gone because I am not ex-service and and I don’t deserve to be there with them. Those of us in that situation generally head off to Maccas and have breakfast there. Last year herself was unwell, so I just got a take-away for two and came home. When I was in Adelaide I walked through West Terrace Cemetery and the Military Section. Whenever I walk through a Military Cemetery I am always reminded of the words of Eric Bogle – the Scottish/Australian songwriter and singer and his words from ” The Green Fields of France”
But here in this graveyard it’s still No Man’s Land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man’s blind indifference to his fellow man
And a whole generation that were butchered and damned
Tomorrow is Good Friday and our service will take place at 10am. I will be leading this service. Saturday I have a RFDS function. This was fun to organize since I have two functions running at the same time. The majority of people will be at the foreshore at the big function and I have a team at the smaller function. I will be doing the smaller
function until lunch and then heading over to the Foreshore to assist if required.
The back garden is still a disaster area but the front is doing well. The Sturts Desert Rose is producing flowers, the Sturt’s Desert Pea is growing away good style and the three small conifers I planted some months ago are still with us. They have not really grown much, but at least they are still alive – which is something. I would like to redo the plot with new topsoil so I might give that some thought and see if it will improve things. But I think the important thing is to make it dog proof. I think part of the trouble in this area of the back is that the dogs are doing their thing to help by personally watering the plants. The experiment with the propagation sand was a bit of a fizzier. I have bought new fencing which I will put around the area I want to plant in. It should be high enough to keep the dogs out and let me have the fun of watering things on my own – without any help. When we finished the function at the Hardware Shop, I made my way to the Foreshore to assist at the other function and was there until after 4pm. So, from 08:30 – 4:00 it was a long and tiring day. I was quite happy to get my feet up for a bit.
Sunday evening and we have the Clan for Dinner, which is something of a tradition. Well I think it’s a tradition with everyone that has children – they grow up – leave home then came back each week for Mum’s Sunday Dinner. I like this because it’s what we used to go with our parents when we were children – every Sunday we would take turns visiting the relatives and finally, after a while, they all met at our house – about every five weeks or so – and yes, we have been round to the boys places for dinner. I like that.