Stop with the over-scheduling all ready!

Kids need free time (nothing on the schedule) to play and yes, to be bored!

Playing and boredom both exercise the creative little gremlins that live in our brains.

Oh watch them dance #gremlins

Long periods of boredom force the child to create their own interesting activities or thoughts.

Look Mum I hoisted the cat onto the roof with this big stick thing #shite

Life needs to be processed – the days stuff needs to be digested by the brain (‘why did the Mrs Nolan give me that strange look when I said that …’), reviewed, analysed and stored for future reference.

How can you do that with little free time to ponderate?

Plus, a child who has not had much experience with unstructured time will get a hell of a shock when it may be forced on them in later life.

My ipad’s not working #mayaswelljumpoffacliff #endoftheworld

Let them be bored

Power out
tv blank
pc down
tablet black
iphone no phone!

boring, boring,

only boring people get bored
the old saying goes

blah blah blah

boring boring

Light a candle
play a game

use the electricity
in your brain

sparks of creativity
glinting connectivity

flickering tinkering
lateral sideways thinking

bending of facilities
curving of capabilities

shadows await
the endless possibilities.

Imagination born
from the bored.

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Note: I know I ramble on about how autistic kids need to have everything scheduled; but within the schedule it is important to schedule down time – you could have a symbol for free time or relaxing time.

Nudist Colony – Protesting Tony Abbott

About a year ago we got fleeced in the Federal election and the catastrophic fallout continues!

Merlin and Spirit, two Aussie alpacas, have decided to protest by setting up a nudist colony.

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They have ditched their gear and are posting their coats to Canberra so that the Abbott dude can cover up his budgy smugglers.

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No-one should have to look at his sorry arse!

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Happy birthday Mum

1st Sept 2014

A Tree to Remember

1st of September,
Spring in Australia
thinks it’s summer.

Birthday tree,
sapling Norfolk Island Pine
begins the journey

to remember
my late mother,
treasure in my eyes.

Rain, wind, salt and heat
pray on hard scaly leaves,
majesty in growth.

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Today is the first day of spring (and my late mother’s birthday) here in the sub-tropics of Australia.

Last year I planted a conifer for her, a Norfolk Island Pine – a tree that gets huge if the conditions are right. It has tripled in size – growing well (unlike most of the plants around here – the drought is taking it’s toll).

Happy birthday Mum xxxx

Here is the tree last year (when I planted it).

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1st Sept 2013

Mum’s Norfolk Island Pine

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The Baker

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The Baker

The baker wakes so very early
to bake his daily bread,
toasty blankets cast adrift,
he laments the rift from bed.

But once the loaves are rising,
his nose begins to fill
with smells so appetising,
he marvels at his skill.

His brioche is to die for,
jam donuts light and fluffy,
the high top loaf is standing tall,
the sausage rolls are puffy.

His fairy cakes are delicate,
soft mouthfuls are transcendent,
with butter cream of every tint,
the frosting is resplendent.

His pies have all the best of fillings,
juiciest steak and chicken,
the gravy is delectably rich,
he’s a secret way to thicken.

His flaky pastry takes the cake,
the perfect wrap for pie,
the warm light pasties make the grade
and all the mouths will sigh

and sing his praise, gustatory
king of the bakery world,
his pastries always take the prize,
his fervour is unfurled.

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