Saturday, September 10, 2011
the line of load
The silver line that hangs above Broken Hill, where once it was a thriving mine that supported a town of 35, 000 people. Now this place is a monument. Upon it now is the architecturally striking Miner's Memorial and The Broken Earth Restaurant. This town is no longer dominated by mining folk, but it certainly seems defined by them.
Tonight we ventured up there with our toddler for a sunset and a Broken Earth meal. Don't you love it when the waitress takes your little one by the hand, when he is screaming up and down the entrance, and leads him to his chair where textas and torn bits of white paper await and glass of watered down juice that we didnt even think to ask for. I could have kissed her. Little converstations occur and then she pours us a drink mentioning her own little girl of 6 years. Bless her.
We steered clear of the marsupials and devoured a haloumi and mushroom stack and ironically seafood. Che and I are both a bit sensitive with our tummies as we have had the dreaded gasto bug. The last 2 days I have been unable to be vertical. Poor little man. Dada has been holding the fort and running to keep us hydrated and disposing of some armageddon nappies. But tonight we all felt recovered and so needed to get out of the house.
It was nice to leave a well deserved tip.
As we were leaving there was a special meet of people holding lanterns for children with cancer. A lovely finish for our evening.
Bless those Mamas that are working while their little one sleeps.
Bless those little ones that suffer so.
Bless those who are missing their loved ones on such an anniversary of September 11, 2001
Peace to you.