It was a difficult week for the Hawks last week. Roughead had a relapse of his cancer and on Friday night when they took on the Swans, many thought it would be a gigantic battle to lift themselves off the emotional weight of their much beloved colleague’s battle. They worked hard, but Sydney was very good and it was difficult to find that edge and so went down in a low scoring game. Tress and I watched it at home as I was really tired from the week’s activities.

After the game I sort of slumped into the couch and just felt like lying there – the level of tiredness, the low energy level – I was really under.

On Saturday morning after a bit of a sleep in we did a quick house clean before heading off to Madam K for lunch as usual. We then dropped by a housing development project site – we wanted to check out Uncle Seng’s latest project in Burwood.

When we caught up with U Seng and A Anne the previous weekend, they had talked about their latest project. They asked us to also consider sub-dividing our home to build two homes – occupy one and sell the other. While I said to them I’d not presently do anything like that – it changes the character of our street and I disliked the overbuilding, the ever increasing density and the ever decreasing flora and fauna – we really have been thinking about our home. I had even checked out re-development/re-building our home on a 1:1 replacement basis, ie demolish and rebuild a single home.

After checking out the Burwood site, we went off and got some stuff to cook. I was going to cook the week’s lunches and Tress was going to make a fruit platter for Alex’s birthday party later that night. The little black jedi had an extended walk and after that I started cooking and Tress did her fruit platter.

At Alex’s, we caught up with some acquaintances and made some new friends. There were at least half a dozen other families there, none of whom we knew well. In fact more than half of them are people we wouldn’t have recognised if we bumped into them on the street. It’s often like that in Alex’s home. I said to Tress there were a couple of blokes I could at least have proper conversations with so it was good. It was in any event, always very good to be able to catch up with Alex and his family, and friends.

At about 3.30am on Sunday morning, a little buzz went off on my iPad and I got up and about 15 minutes later, got myself out of bed. It was the one chance Man Utd has to win a trophy. They were playing Crystal Palace in the FA Cup Final and it was already the second half. United had been lethargic for much of the season and the first 60-70 minutes were the same. I had not been following their season too closely – other than their very ordinary games under Louis Van Gaal, it has become increasingly difficult to follow games half way across the world, with such unfriendly hours for us Down Under.

United triumphed after extra time – Lingaard’s winning goal in the second period of extra time was like a missile arrowed with great venom into the top right hand corner of the net –  and Tress and I went back to bed at about 6am (she had joined me just as extra time began).

Peter started a new series in church on Sunday – it was about being fruitful on the “frontline” and was based on Gal 5:13ff. I had wanted to stay behind for the “Faith Effect” session by Manna Gum’s Jonathan Conford but the half hour wait, and the general tired sense didn’t help so after chats with a couple of people (Warren and wife, Mark Sneddon) we left and went to Westfield in Doncaster. Tress had wanted to check out a lego set of the Millineum Falcon for Zack, our nephew in Klang as well as try and get Kiddo’s phone plan changed to give her more call time.

We had lunch in a Japanese ramen place and maybe due to my general sense of tiredness/lethargy the very rich soup made me unwell and it took a bit of walking around before I felt better. The Falcon was too big to send by parcel so we parked the idea and the phone plan for Kiddo was also a bit tricky as she was on a plan which was a sort of one-time offer so any change would mean she goes off that special feature… yada yada… Kiddo probably just have to manage her calls better or work harder to pay off bigger mobile phone bills I guess.

We got home, walked the little fellow and then went home to cook some soup for the week’s dinners. Tress looked at a job much closer to home and put in an application. We settled down just before 6pm to finally put our feet up…

As we were driving in to work this morning we talked, as we have for a bit recently, about Kiddo. It would be a selection day of sorts soon for a teaching program she is considering, I think it was going to be tomorrow or Wednesday this week. She has also put herself up for more studies for a teaching qualification in the Australian Catholic University. At the same time she is also looking for a job, mostly with the APS. All these, as she clocked up increasingly busy hours with tutoring and RA work with her professors as well as plan her future with Mic.

Not for the first time, I wished she was going through all these in Melbourne – where she can be home with us, where the meals we cook will include her and our walks, our social interactions, our church life can all include her. Also not for the first time, I wondered what would have happened if she had remained in Melbourne and pursued the BA/LLB course she was offered for Monash University here in Melbourne, instead of going off to Canberra to do that PhB in ANU.

Our nest has been empty for well over 4 years now but I’ve never ceased wondering.

This morning as we were about to leave for work I asked Tress why she closed the door of Kiddo’s old room. She said it was to keep out the cold. I wonder how much warmer our lives would be if she never left Melbourne.

 

 

A place like the Mulgrave Country Club sounds a bit posh. When we rocked up on Friday night to catch up with Jason and Mel and U Marloney/A Hooi over dinner, it felt a bit more like an RSL. Maybe half a notch up. Maybe it’s egalitarian Australia. Maybe it’s what that joint was intended to be.

We had a good time catching up nevertheless and before we knew it almost 3 hours have wheezed by. Tress and I noticed however, that when the conversation turned towards how ICC is, Jason and Mel sort of switched off, turned away even. I guess 3 years notwithstanding, there is still a bit of rawness.

We got home, and half willed the Crows on but the Dangerfield inspired Cats remained strong and the maestro’s return to Adelaide didn’t give the Crow Eaters any joy.

On Saturday, the little fellow had a grooming appointment in the morning so we brought him across the street to the oval for a bit of a run around, before Amber (his groomer) showed up with the mobile cut and wash unit. When he was done, Tress and I washed up and we took a little drive to the peninsula.

We headed to the Montalto winery, and sat down to a very lovely lunch. It was a gorgeous day and after lunch we wandered along the grounds, which has a large display of sculptures spread within and beyond the vineyards. It was lovely walking on the grounds, wondering what those sculptures were saying and just soaking in the sun on a balmy late autumn’s day. We weren’t the only ones to take advantage of the unusually warm weather 2 weeks out before winter. A good crowd was there and as we were leaving the winery, we noticed the car park was full and more people were making their way in.

We stopped by a couple of clusters of quaint little shops in Red Hill South. On the second stop, we went into another cafe – the shamelessly named Epicurean – and had some coffee and shared a cake. I suppose we were swept along the Epicurean mindset…

After leaving the peninsula, we stopped by our usual grocery joint at The Chase and picked up some stuff to cook the week’s meals. Back home, we walked the little fellow to milk the sunny and balmy day, before going home to do the cooking (for me) and ironing (Tress).

Cooking done and meals tucked away in the freezer/fridge, we sat down to watch the Richmond v Swans game. It was a thrilling game and Tress and I were saying how good it was to see the Tigers fighting hard against the mighty Swans. Rance, Griffiths and Riewoldt were all hugely impressive and even young Rioli (Daniel, Cyril’s cousin) kicked a couple of goals. It was a guy called Sam Lloyd however, who gets a after the siren kick. 5 points down at the siren, Tress and I were both on our feet watching as we waited for that little fellow Lloyd take his kick. The Sherrin sailed sweetly in between the main uprights to give Hardwick just the second win after Round 8. It was unbelievable drama.

Sunday after church we headed as usual to Madam K but only to stop by to pick up some takeaway. We had arranged to see U Seng and A Anne in their home for lunch. U Seng had rung a few days earlier to ask if I could witness some documents for him so we arranged to have lunch on Sunday. I mentioned this to A Hooi on Friday night and so she and U Marloney joined us a bit later and it was very nice to catch up and talk about what’s been happening to our respective families and our holiday plans.

We left just before 4pm, headed home and walked the little fellow. At the oval, we caught up with an old acquaintance whom we got to know a couple of years back. She had a couple of pooches – a westie and a king charles but the king charles had died some months back.

Scruff looked like he really enjoyed the time with a number of dogs all running happily in the oval. We only headed home when it was turning dark.

It was a lovely weekend with lots of time catching up with friends and family, as well as taking in the beautiful surrounds of Melbourne. It really is a blessing to be living in this part of the world. We often hear that being born in Australia can be a bit like winning a lottery. Sometimes, in some seasons in our lives, living in this part of Melbourne feels a bit like that – even on a Monday morning which was 6.5deg at 6am.

I thought I knew a little bit about America. I thought it was a champion of freedom and all things good, of sorts. You know – Mr Nice Guy extraordinaire. The sort who’d go around to a neighbour’s home if he thought something’s not right, and fix it – even though it’s not his home. Someone who cares about his neighbour basically.

Maybe the America I thought I knew is really only a veneer that is projected onto a screen through some very friendly lenses. Maybe its is those Hollywood lenses. Or CNN/NY Times variety. Or even the Tim Keller variety. You know, rose tinted benign ones. Certainly where leadership is concerned.

I think I really do not know America, at all. Or really very little – too little – about it. If I knew a modicum more of what America really is, surely I’d seen Trump’s triumph with less shock and horror.

They now call him the presumptive nominee of the Republicans. The GOP now has a Grand Odd Pot as its representative in the November shoot-out to earn the right to be the leader of the world’s sole democratic superpower.

Some conservatives have predicted this for a while now. Welcome him even. Sure, we want small governments with small taxes who protect individual liberties and a nation’s sovereignty and the GOP generally believe that, but Trump? Really? Thankfully we logged off Foxtel middle last year and no longer watch CNN, FOX and other American news channels. I really do not need to see a Donald Trump  v Hillary Clinton presidential election.

 

 

Friday with Jason and Mel

A new restaurant in our neighbourhood opened for business last week and so last Friday night Tress and I decided to check it out. Earlier that day our friends Jason and Mel messaged us to say they were catching a movie that night in our area and asked if we wanted to have dinner. We told them our plans and so we had dinner together.

We chatted as usual about work and other matters – just catching up. We talked about church too and Jason came across as not really interested.

They’ve left ICC for nearly 3 years now, and the effect of what happened is still real and the harm remains. The once caring, dynamic, inspirational and energetic leaders have turned away, and are still uninterested in being part of a faith community. I told Tress my observation and I said to her I was affected by that. Their reticence to re-engage has persisted notwithstanding the passage of time and I wonder if more time is needed, or is an alternative church the answer.

I suspect getting to the root of the matter is what will really resolve the matter. But that requires long and possibly painful conversations, which I’m not sure parties involved are willing to get into. Least of all Jason himself. Mel I’m not so sure but she was a bit twitchy on Friday night too, and hopefully that was entirely due to the very spicy and a touch unpleasant dinner in that restaurant with obvious teething issues.

So I dropped Jason a short note this morning, saying I would be praying for him again.

Saturday with Micah et al

After a good brekky made by Tress and a quick vacuum clean around the house, we went to Madam K’s picked up some “kueh”s and headed to Maribyrnong for little Micah’s first birthday party.

We caught up with his parents, Ruth and Jonathan, 6 chek/6 chim, and a few others as we spent the arvo with little Micah. He’s an adorable kid – feisty, curious and independent.

We left just before 4pm, got to Forest Hill Chase for Tress’s quick optometry visit and then headed home to walk the little fellow on a beautifully sunny late arvo.

Video and Wok Sunday

On Sunday after church we headed to Madam K again but we were met with a big crowd so we couldn’t get a table. So we made our way to the Shangrila Inn and after lunch, we got some grocery and after walking the little fellow, Tress got to work making a short video clip. Her Convent Klang class of 1983 is celebrating a collective 50th and she was asked to send a video greeting. After 3 takes she was happy and so sent off the clip to the organiser.

I did some cooking for the week’s lunches and dinners as Tress continued to work on our visas for the June holiday, and then on to doing some ironing.

The work was all done by 6pm and we then settled down to have some fruits, watch TV to catch the start of the new MasterChef season, before ending the weekend.

About a month ago I had an early conversation with a colleague, whose son was having some medical issues. I remember making an entry about this colleague’s journey.

A few minutes ago he stuck his head into my office and said to me that his boy has cancer.

I didn’t know what to say to him. I asked him a couple of questions but it’s obvious he’s very affected so he said it’s all still early days in terms of investigations, and that he’s heading home for the afternoon and will take some time off over the next few days.

I had been praying for Kendall’s son Liam but had not done so these past few days. Chances are my awful neglect these past few days had little to do with the confirmation of diagnosis but I still feel awful. As a man – a person – you want to do whatever little you can to help someone in that situation and when you fail to, that neglect frustrates you.

I’m now on the tail end of the gospels – John 13 was where I stopped this morning.

Jesus had such profound impact on the lives of people around him. Many had illnesses and other infirmities healed. Others were freed of oppressions from the evil one. Many had adverse impacts simply by having their world views and stations in life, challenged – rocking priorities, life values and goals and vocations.

When I stand on the right hand section/column of the hall in St Alf’s on Sundays and utter the Lord’s Prayer, I often wonder what it meant for me to say “Your Kingdom come and your will be done on earth“.

As Kendall turned to head back to his desk, I said I would keep praying. I wonder if that meant anything to him and how that made him feel. I wonder how God’s Kingdom can come on Kendall and his boy Liam as they journey ahead on this perilous path.

 

We had Hui Wan my cousin, visit us last night. She’s here on a business trip and we caught up after work, had dinner and she stayed over in our home before coming out with us early this morning.

Hui Wan is the youngest child and only daughter of I Meng, my late father’s younger brother. He’s probably 75 years old this year. He and his wife are both still living in Klang, as is Thean Lim, his eldest child. Thean Lim is married to Soo Chin and they have 3 children. Thean Seng (Alex) is the middle child who recently married a Sarawakian lady. Alex and his new wife live in Singapore.

As Tress droppped me off at work this morning, Hui Wan moved from the back seat in the car to come and sit on the front passenger seat. As we approached each other to say goodbye, she stretched out her hand for a handshake. I looked at her and say no, and gave her a hug instead.

Later this morning Chris, Hui Wan’s partner, will arrive in Melbourne. He has been in Singapore, where his father passed away a couple of weeks ago. Hui Wan and Chris will spend a couple of days in Melbourne before they both return to Auckland on Friday night.

As we chatted over dinner at Persian Flavours on Springvale Road last night, I am again reminded about how life is often about the simplest and seemingly mundane things in life. We talked about work, where we lived, our pets, people we live with or spend time with, our church… the little things which make life what it is.

We told her about our plans to spend Saturday with Ruth, another cousin of ours. Ruth lives in Maribyrnong and works with Western Health as a doctor. She and Jonathan her husband will no doubt be excited and busy for the next couple of days as they plan the first birthday party of little Micah, their son. We are looking forward to seeing them again, together with Uncle Stephen and Auntie Paddy. Uncle Stephen is 6 chek, younger than I Meng, who is 3 chek.

In the car this morning, Hui Wan said Melbourne is beautiful. We couldn’t agree more. It sounds like she would like to eventually move to Melbourne, which would be wonderful. Having more family so near would be great.

We were in Canberra for the Anzac Day long weekend.

When we left Melbourne on Saturday morning to head up north, it was 4 months almost to the day, when I left Canberra last Christmas Eve. Kiddo, Mic and I had had lunch in a Japanese restaurant in Dickson on that day after my last day at the NBA, after which I left Canberra for the last time as someone who lived and worked there.

We arrived in the Capital City just after 4pm, walked LBJ for a bit, and then waited at the B&B place in Aranda. Judy the owner had also just come home when we arrived and I chatted with her for a few minutes. LBJ seemed to remember the place well and made a beeline to the garden area as soon as we arrived.

Later, just before 7pm, Kiddo and Mic rocked up and we went to a Vietnamese place in Belconnen known as Can Tho, for dinner. After dinner we went back to Aranda and played cards for a bit, chatted then made plans for the next day.

On Sunday we slept in, walked the little fellow, then went to Macquarie just behind Jamison Centre, and had a yum cha lunch. It was good talking again with Kiddo and Mic and after lunch we walked towards the Jamison Centre car park where there was a trash and treasure market. We then returned to the B&B, talked some more and then headed to the Cupping Room in the city for coffee. While there we decided to go for a movie.

So we headed to the Palace in Nishi, and caught the wonderful Jungle Book. It was a very good remake and all of us thoroughly enjoyed it.

After the movie we headed back to Aranda and played cards some more as well as talked some more.

On Monday we slept in again, then met up in Belconnen again, this time at a cafe known as Chatter Box. We had a sumptuous brunch and then said our goodbyes and left Canberra around 11.30am. We got home just after 6.

On the Friday night before we left for Canberra, Tress and I had both felt tired after another full week’s work and I said to her a part of me felt like staying in Melbourne for the long weekend, just to rest. Yet we both felt we wanted to make the trip to spend time with Kiddo as we had planned an overseas trip the next time a long weekend comes around (in June) and so would not see Kiddo for several months if we didn’t see her this long weekend. So, short as the trip was and tired as we felt, we pushed on and it was a wonderful decision as the time spent with Kiddo (and Mic) felt good.

On the way back yesterday Tress said it was a very good weekend. I agreed. It was quite relaxing, and we got to spend time with both Kiddo and Mic and talked for a bit. It was just wonderful to be together like that again. The long drives on the Hume was well worth it.

 

I used to leave work just before 4pm on Fridays, and would make that drive from Canberra to Melbourne. I’d feel a kind of relief and happiness when I see the Melbourne city skyline some 6-7 hours later. Somehow, that silhouette of city skyscrapers always evoked a sense of homecoming which warmed my heart.

So when Tress and I walked around the St Kilda breakwater on Saturday morning, the beautiful city skyline in the horizon hogged my attention.

We had gone to Caulfield to check out the area to scratch an itch we had about moving nearer to our work. The streets we looked at weren’t so exciting and we quickly made our way to the Esplanade area in in St Kilda and just walked on the pier and breakwater, noting it wasn’t exactly an opportune time to catch some penguins. The day was turning out to be warmer than we thought it would be, so we just whiled away the time there.

It was exciting earlier in the morning. I had gone to see Simon for a hairy and after that we went to the Flight Centre at FHC and bought a couple of tickets for a mid-year holiday. Jack Lord country beckons, after we said to Leigh at FC FHC: “Book ’em” – you have to be clued in on the phrase “Book ’em“, which was a tagline in that very iconic TV show when I was growing up. Jack Lord’s Steve McGarrett would habitually say “Book ’em Danno” at the end, when he and his crack Five-O team would invariably nail the baddies.

Tress celebrating her Five-O in Five-O country. Neat.

We left St Kilda after 1pm, and got back to see Rose for lunch at her joint. I had dreamt about having chee cheong fun during breaky earlier that morning and so when I saw Rose had a curry chee cheong fun with yong taufoo as a special, I jumped on it. Tress had a hearty fish head curry and after that very good lunch, we went and walked in FHC before going back to walk the little fellow.

Yesterday was a gorgeous day – a typically spectacular autumn’s day in Melbourne, with clear blue skies and cool easy wind. We walked LBJ after my repeat curry CCF indulgence and caught a local soccer game before coming home to make the week’s soup dinners.

Last night as we lazed on the couch watching TV and I sensed a cold coming on, I felt warmly happy on the inside. Tress was next to me, LBJ was on my lap and I was scratching his chin. I was home. I’m home. The city skyline is only a 30 minutes away now, not 7 hours.