Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Father's Day weekend found us feeling really happy. We are the A team. I feel very proud that we have made this working sojourn a success so far. All the planning and scheduling aside. We have been having fun.
Driving out west on Father's Day we were greeted by Brumbies and Camels. Dada, of course cannot help himself. He has a way with horses. We had some carrots to share with them. Although I started to feel a bit twitchy when they surrounded the car. Somehow Dada thinks camels are cute! I just seem to remember them from a camel trek in the Rajastan Desert as snotty, foul mouthed farting ass licking creatures that are impossible to ride for 3 days straight without getting huge grazes on your bum.
We found a great camping ground. Penrose Park. I have not seen these type of old swings for ages.
I am feeling good about work because I feel that I am working where I belong, I guess. Not necessarily Broken Hill, but in an enthusiastic team really commited to improving the health of our countrymen and women and children. It is a challenge to operate on many levels and have different projects all going on at once. I am honoured to be here and appreciated.
But there is always some grief when I leave in the morning. We all had such a great weekend. As we were pulling up to my workplace on Monday morning, our little man was very quiet. He knew I was about to leave. It really got to me. No screeching or thrashing around or loud protests of not getting what he wants. His eyes just welled up in tears and he looked away. A long kiss on his soft sweet cheek. I said my goodbye and a cheery "Have a good day with Daddy. Love you".
I think of you all day, my sweet handsome boy.