Friday, 28 September 2012

A whole week wasted!!!

Just a quick post today. I have wasted a whole week and it is partly my own fault. I applied to do some online tutoring for a school I worked for in China. This school, which will remain nameless used to drive me nuts with their rules. I think it was a power thing, them making sure us foreigners, who actually knew far more than they did about running a school, making sure we didn't get above our station.
Anyway, it was a lesson in futility.
This private school had branches in a few cities. This is the mall that they opened a branch in. They were not large schools, and the students were mostly adults, motivated and lovely to teach. There had been a fashion show on when I took this picture. There were four floors and a huge basement which was a massive supermarket.

This dumpling shop in the basement of the mall, made the most fabulous dumplings. For about $2 AU I got a filling bowl of the best dumplings you have tasted.

Back to the subject of these lesson plans. We were given topics, words and general subjects. We had to make our own PowerPoint presentations which became hour long online lesson plans. Instead of the school giving us lesson plans we had to do all the work for them. They took me about 3 hours each to find the information, collate it, and get the ppt ready. Then it had to be approved by them, which it often wasn't, partly because I am a bit green with PowerPoint  but mostly because there were no written instructions and they changed the rules and moved the goal posts partway through the process.

Anyway, I had to make up 10 of these lesson plans, which I then had spend more time working on. I quit yesterday after sending my third lesson plan for approval. The teaching assistant wrote back and said it didn't cover the required topic enough, which actually was fair enough. Mind you, a lesson plan called, My Big Family, then teaching information on advantages and disadvantages of the one child family, was a bit weird.

But I followed orders and changed the lesson plan to include sufficient info about one child families. The teaching assistant then sent it back minus the one child stuff saying they thought they would change the name of the lesson plan after all, and just make it about big families. I decided the argy bargy involved wasn't worth the hassle. I had spent maybe 40 or 50 hours last week making lesson plans, doing a demo class, getting feedback, but not earning one penny so far. I could see hours and hours of more argy bargy ahead, so asked them to take me off their teacher list before I even got started.

I'm not a quitter, I really do stick at things but this just was not worth the hassle. One of the things this school would do, was deduct stuff from your pay each month, but you never knew about it beforehand. ( I worked for them full time for nearly a year, in China).

If you forgot to clock in, more than 3 times I think in a month, your pay was deducted. There were lots of small stuff like that. But the one that I fought tooth and nail about, unsuccessfully I might add, was the time when I was sick. The pay scale was quite clever. You got a base pay, which was really low,  then extra stuff each month that made the pay quite good, including a housing allowance each month,  mind you it was 40 hours a week. Sick pay was a percentage of the base pay, so almost nothing. I think I got 80 rmb per day sick pay, equivalent to $12.00 or so. To top it off, for every sick day, they deducted the equivalent of  your housing allowance. So if you were sick for three days, you got no housing allowance for those three days. It was scam city. I then realized why the Chinese teachers would roll up with fevers and flu. They knew their housing allowance would be deducted too.

Of course this was not written in our contracts, but when I went to the top, and I really fought them over this, I was told it was in the manual, but unfortunately for me the manual was in Chinese. Haha...of course, I can't read much Chinese, and never saw the manual.

There were some perks. The students were excellent to teach. One of the VIP students was a doctor, very high up in the local hospital system. From time to time he would take out the teachers for a meal. This was a really expensive restaurant, the decor was beautiful and the food top of the range.

Another student in the same town took me out for lunch when I was leaving the school to come back to Australia. She was a local business woman who owned a huge factory, a lovely person, busy but so happy with her busy life.


In China is it is normal to have private dining rooms rather than be in a large communal dining room. This was a Japanese restaurant but the food was Chinese. It is the only time I had birds nest soup. These rooms are rather lavishly decorated, probably very expensive, with their own beautifully appointed bathrooms. You can see our reflection in the mirror. Although there were only four of us, the table was set for 8 or 10.


The weather was not good, but the restaurant looked over the lake to the city center.

I'll tell you one more story about this school. In a different city I worked full time for this school. We had a Chinese guy in charge of the foreign teachers. He had a very unEnglish name, as many of them do. Anyway it was his job to oversee us foreign teachers, native English speakers, you know from USA,.England, Australia, New Zealand. His spoken English was okay but not brilliant and his grammar left quite a bit to be desired. However it was his job to teach us how to teach.

When Chinese students are learning pronunciation, they learn by using a set of international phonetic symbols.  This is because they were in school, being taught by  Chinese teachers who didn't know the correct pronunciation for lots of words.  If you are a native speaker you won't have a clue what these are. I had never seen them before, but every student I subsequently had, when the subject was raised were absolutely gobsmacked that I learned to speak English without these symbols...lol.

Here are some of the symbols for pronunciation.

vowels

IPA examples listen
ʌ cup, luck Amer
ɑ: arm, father Amer / Brit
æ cat, black Amer
e met, bed Amer 1
ə away, cinema Amer 2
ɜ:ʳ turn, learn Amer / Brit 2
ɪ hit, sitting Amer
i: see, heat Amer
ɒ hot, rock Amer / Brit 3
ɔ: call, four Amer / Brit 4 5
ʊ put, could Amer
u: blue, food Amer
five, eye Amer
now, out Amer
say, eight Amer
go, home Amer 6
ɔɪ boy, join Amer
eəʳ where, air Amer / Brit 1 7
ɪəʳ near, here Amer / Brit 7
ʊəʳ pure, tourist Amer / Brit 7


http://www.antimoon.com/how/pronunc-soundsipa.htm

Sometimes we see these symbols in dictionaries. Anyway, we were told by our Chinese guy that we had to use these symbols. He just could not get it through his head that we did not know these symbols, that we have never used them, that we learned English without them, that we flatly refused to learn them, and we flatly refused to use them in the classroom.

There was a very heated discussion for about 15 or 20 minutes. He was adamant that we must learn them and use them. In desperation, we foreign teachers gave in, admitted defeat, said yes we would learn them and use them, and meekly took our copies of these hieroglyphics. We left the room, walked into our teachers office, tore them up, chucked them in the bin and the subject was never raised again.

Ah the memories! I absolutely loved my time in China, I loved teaching, and generally the schools were very fair with everything, but this one private school sent my blood pressure pretty high at times.

Oh well, this was supposed to be a quick post and I got carried away.

The pocket money for the online tutoring would have been nice, but not to be. I'm better off without the stress.

Tuesday, 25 September 2012

We've been invited to a wedding.

Some of the television programs, and general  news, tells us that a decent wedding these days can cost a bomb. Ten to thirty thousand dollars at least, can be spent on the 'big day'. I had a lovely wedding, so don't begrudge anyone else the same but I reckon it has got totally out of hand.

Therefore I was delighted when Peter and I received this wedding invitation. The bride is Maori and the groom is a Pacific Islander. Both these cultures, like many, place great emphasis on hosting a good event with lots and lots of food. But this one is going to be different.

The wedding is going to be in a park in Surfers Paradise, outdoors, so I hope the weather is nice. The attire is specified......Island attire/smart casual. Now, that's sensible on a hot day.

The reception is being held at a hall close by, and the times are given. BYO alcohol, if you want. And then they ask, if possible for us to bring one plate of food to share and specify what they would like. It will cost us the amount of maybe $10.00.

Then they state that they don't want wedding gifts, our presence at the wedding will be enough, but if we honour them with a small gift some linen or a monetary gift would be very much appreciated. This takes all the hassle out of what to get them.

Some people might think this is a bit of a cheapskate way to have a wedding, but as a mother who has paid for several children's weddings, some cheaper and some expensive, I can tell you, the memories from a well planned day, either cheap or expensive are much the same. The only difference is that there are no businesses out there pocketing a lot of my money.

The wedding invitation was made by them, and very pretty, and hand delivered.


I thought I would google the average cost of a wedding. They say around $25,000, but people generally go over the amount they have budgeted for. This looks to be an American type wedding. The internet says wedding planners charge between 10% and 20% of the total cost of the wedding, so there goes a few more $$$$.

http://www.costofwedding.com/


The following items are included in the total average wedding cost:
Considering it is the act of exchanging vows, and having family present that makes this such a special day, I think this will be a lovely occasion. The exorbitant 'keeping up with the Jones's' and the Browns and the Smiths and everyone else, has taken weddings to a whole new level, where everyone tries to outshine the others. I'm really looking forward to this modest 'garden' wedding.

Earthquake drill in New Zealand.

New Zealand is not called the 'shaky isles' for nothing. There are earthquakes all the time, often small ones that no one feels, but often big enough to shake the house, and sometimes some real doozies. I have been through a few whoppers in my time. Once living in Napier, around 1970, there was a really big one. I had a baby in the cot and I rushed in to get her out if necessary. As I looked out the window the power lines were banging into one another, sparking and spitting. My sister said she watched the road and it was moving in waves, you could see the waves coming along the road.

So New Zealanders are very well educated about earthquakes. I think that if the Japan earthquake or the big one off Indonesia in 2004 had happened in New Zealand, everyone would head for the hills, we know the signs of the tide receding before a tsunami.

However there is no way of foretelling accurately when an earthquake is going to hit, so you just have to wait til it comes, see how big it is and react accordingly.

We know about the big earthquake that his Christchurch last year. It has caused massive damage, and the aftershocks are still rolling around. We have friends there and keep up to date with how things are going.

So, New Zealand decided to have an earthquake drill today.  This is the article from Stuff.co.nz, a news website we often use to get NZ news. Here is the link:

www.stuff.co.nz/national/7728746/Kiwis-get-set-for-morning-throwdown


"Kiwis get set for morning throwdown
Last updated 05:00 26/09/2012

Nearly 1.3 million people will drop, cover and hold this morning in
New Zealand's biggest emergency drill.

The New Zealand ShakeOut will start at 9.26am, with people in offices, schools and homes around the country sliding quickly under the nearest table.

Civil Defence director John Hamilton said the Canterbury quakes had showed that many people still did not know how to respond during a quake.

"People don't always do what the best practice indicates they should," he said. "By doing this en masse we can capture those people on the fringes."

Civil Defence was hoping for more than 1 million participants but by yesterday nearly 1.3 million people had already registered.

"It has been an absolutely fabulous response across the country."

Civil Defence had based the ShakeOut on similar drills in California, where as many as 8 million people participated, he said.

Wellington has emerged as a huge supporter of the drill, with more than 170,000 residents in the area registering.

A mass drill will be held at Wellington International Airport.

Quake-weary Cantabrians were less enthusiastic, with only 15 per cent of Christchurch residents signing up.
Many Wellingtonians who spoke to The Dominion Post said they would participate despite not registering, meaning that the final number taking part could be much higher.

However, others said they would not be joining in, either because they would be asleep or working.
Surprisingly, while many people said they'd be participating in the drill, few had taken other safety measures such as having emergency kits or stored water.

QUAKE REFUGEE READY FOR DRILL
Sam Etheredge left Christchurch to escape the quakes but this morning he will be braced against the doorway again.

After the February 2011 quake struck, Mr Etheredge packed his car and abandoned his damaged central Christchurch home.

"I just couldn't really live there. You can't sleep because of the shaking, thinking it might be another big one," he said.

More than a year later, he is taking part in the nationwide earthquake drill, New Zealand ShakeOut, from his Wellington home.
"I just feel it's something I should do."

When the earthquake struck last year, Mr Etheredge was working at Christchurch casino and watched dozens of people flee outside, contrary to prevailing wisdom that you should never leave a building during an earthquake.

"The place just emptied. I ran out of the building too."

This time around, he is planning to do it right - "although I still don't have water stored away".

WHAT TO DO IN AN EARTHQUAKE

DROP on to your hands and knees (before the earthquake knocks you down). This position protects you from falling but allows you to still move if necessary.

COVER your head and neck under a sturdy table. If there is no shelter nearby, get down near an interior wall (or next to low-lying furniture that won't fall on you), and cover your head and neck with your arms and hands. If you are outside move no more than a few steps away from buildings, trees, or power lines, then drop, cover and hold. If you are driving, pull over to a clear location, stop and stay there with your seatbelt fastened until the shaking stops.

HOLD on to your shelter until the shaking stops. Be prepared to move with your shelter if the shaking shifts it around.

BE READY FOR THE BIG ONE

Every earthquake kit should at least contain:
Torch and radio with spare batteries
Wind and waterproof clothing, sun hats, and strong outdoor shoes.
First aid kit and essential medicines
Blankets or sleeping bags
Pet supplies
Toilet paper and large rubbish bags for your emergency toilet
Face and dust masks
Non-perishable food for three days
Food, formula and drinks for babies and small children
Water for drinking for three days, with three litres a person, a day
Water for washing and cooking
A primus or gas barbecue
A can opener
- © Fairfax NZ News"

I thought the whole idea was really good. I lived in Wellington for some time and worked in a nine story building and we had a 6.3 quake one day. I was surprised at how well the building coped, but they are forecasting a 'big one' one day, and that would not be a nice place to be.

Spring flowers.

This house sit has quite a few fruit trees, and with spring well established new growth is everywhere and the fruit trees are flowering.

On this piece of land there are two mango trees. I love mangoes so I hope the bats don't get them all. There is a smaller tree in flower. Mango flowers are quite unusual, and often many of the flowers will become fruit, but as the season progresses most of them fall off.
The larger tree is also covered with flowers. I think this fruits later than the smaller tree above.
The other trees are also doing well. Lemon, lime and orange trees have flowered. And around the pool is a grape vine that is growing well.

We have been told by the weather forecasters that we are in for a hot and dry summer this year. It's been a very dry spring so far, but we had a good storm a couple of days ago with about 14 or 16 mils of rain. The trees loved that. This area of Australia gets some severe thunder storms, right along the Gold Coast and the Sunshine Coast, summer storms are regular occurrences.

A call to arms - especially ones in plastic bags.

Most of the houses we have house sat have swimming pools. They are really good during the summer but they do take quite a lot of work.However, in our present house sit, we are quite close to one of my daughters and her children so we have them over sometimes for a swim.

It is still early in the season, I haven't got into  my togs yet, although we had one hot day a couple of days ago, but once the water gets warm, I'll be in every day.

I think my grandsons face says it is still a bit cold.

A couple of weeks ago I told you about my granddaughter's broken arm. Well of course she can't go swimming with the plaster cast on, but she was allowed to sit on the edge and put her feet in and sit on the top step. Peter had her all taped up with a plastic bag to keep it dry. She is plastered with sun block because they played outside first for a while in the sun.  She has been such a brave little girl with her broken arm, hardly a complaint.

Give us a hand - of bananas that is.



Our current house sit, as I have said previously, has an acre of ground, and lots of trees. Among the numerous types of trees are a few banana trees. We are not really very knowledgeable about growing bananas. Before they left, the owners told us to cut them down when the bananas were still green and keep them in the shed to ripen.

Well today was gather the bananas day. This is a fairly well established little group of banana palms, probably all came from one main plant in the beginning. We can see where other old trees have been cut down. Peter got out his trusty hacksaw, unsure of how hard it would be to cut them down.

Well, if you have never cut down a banana palm before, like the teddy bears picnic, you will be sure of a big surprise. The trunk of the main tree was about 8 to 10 inches thick, it was not just a stalk, but a pretty solid looking piece of trunk. After a couple of false starts he cut through that palm with just a couple of movements. It was like cutting butter.


The only way for amateurs to get at the bananas is to chop down the tree, or palm. Once they have borne the fruit, they don't have successive crops. So here the bananas have just landed on the ground.


With his hacksaw in hand he is ready to chop up the stalk into smaller pieces. What he didn't realise until he started was that there were several other older palms that really needed cutting down too. So he made a start only to find that the plants were fabulous water traps, and a wonderful place for ants to  nest.

Now in Aussie an ant is not one of those little tiny things, although we have them too, but we can get ants here up to about an inch n length, green, black, and fire ants, although we have never seen any of them, but they come in many sizes, colours, and bite strengths. Well the ones in today's banana palms were out for a feed, and poor Peter got a goodly number of ant bites. The ones I have had in the past might sting for up to half an hour, so its not just a little nip.

This is a banana flower. It is at the end of the stalk. In our case today, we only got half a stalk of fruit, but I think that often the fruit would fill the whole stalk up.By the way, in case you didn't know, bananas grow upside down on the palm. The bunch of fruit hangs down, but the bananas  actually hang up
.
Here you can see a bunch of bananas still hanging on the tree and the flower at the bottom.
So, we don't have a huge bunch of bananas to look forward to, but we will keep these in the shed for now, and hope to enjoy them before too long. This is a small variety, maybe what is called a 'ladyfinger'. There were a couple of other smaller bunches of fruit, but something had been chewing at them. The bats love them once they get ripe enough to eat.


Sunday, 23 September 2012

Movie scripts

The last two Saturdays have been spent at a workshop dealing with writing movie scripts. Among my writing forays, I have done three quarters of a movie script taken from two books written by an author in Brisbane. I know the author well, and I have been working on this, on and off for about 18 months. So we both went to this workshop run by Veny Armanno, a lecturer from one of the universities in town.It was good value for money and got the juices running again. So  now, not only do I have the normal stuff running round in  my head, I have resurrected all this script stuff too.

It was quite a good method of networking too. All those present, about 20 of us were interested in writing scripts. I will wait and see what comes of it all.

On the Saturday night, Peter and I went out to dinner with our son. He lives in Brisbane, and we arranged to spend a bit of time with him and his wife.

We went to the Bronco's club for dinner. I think Australia might be a bit unique when it comes to sports clubs and eating out. Some of the little clubs just have fairly small dining rooms that the public can go to, but some of the bigger ones have really good meals. The cost was $38 each, and that was for the seafood smorgasbord. So you had access to all the seafood all the time, so I guess that is pretty good value if you want to really tuck in.

This is the front of the building.



Broncos Leagues Club is a $30 million dollar entertainment complex as well as the home to the Brisbane Broncos.  Conveniently located just 8 minutes from the CBD at Red Hill we have ample parking available.  The Club boasts 280 gaming machines with Keno and TAB, our famous seafood buffet in The Buffet, and the new 88 Restaurant Cafe and Bar with views of the Brisbane Broncos training field. There’s also Alfie’s Bar which is the perfect venue to catch the latest from the world of sport and entertainment 5 days a week. With something for everyone, it’s the perfect place for friends and family to meet in a safe and friendly atmosphere.   
http://www.broncosleagues.com.au/default.asp?contentID=770

They are a rugby league club, and pretty famous in Australia, one of the top teams. I'm not really a Rugby league fan, I prefer rugby union, in my view a much  more flowing game. But here in Aussie rugby league and a game called Australian Rules Football, which  at first sight is a game with no rules and is the funniest game to watch, these two games are religions here.

Anyway, we had a lovely meal. I'm not sure how many people they can seat in this restaurant, they have several, but it would be a couple of hundred I guess.

So a good meal of prawns, fish, oysters etc was enjoyed.

Tuesday, 18 September 2012

I live to tell another tale. And it rained!!!

Haha, okay I made it through the night and survived. I am stiff and sore but happy.

Anyway the most exciting thing that happened is that it rained! After living n New Zealand for most of my life, and being used to it raining a great deal, coming here to this often drought ridden land, having rain is a very exciting event.

When we first moved to Australia we lived in a town called Bundaberg.  Let me digress for a minute...I will go completely off subject.  When we lived in Bundaberg I tried to find out why it was given that name. It was  a funny name for a town. No one knew why Bundaberg was called Bundaberg.

In New Zealand, many towns have Maori  names and we usually knew why they were called that name, or it was easy to find out, you just asked someone. I lived in Te  Awamutu. That town was at the junction of two smaller rivers and it was as far as the Maori could go in their canoes, so they made camp there and eventually it became a town over the years. It means the end of the journey. Perfectly sensible. Another town  I lived in was Paraparaumu. It means dirty dirty oven. Apparently it was known for something to do with dirty ovens. Next to Paraparumu was Paekakariki. (Said pie kok a ree kee). It means the place where the parakeets flew. Apparently there used to be cockatoos or parakeets on Kapiti Island and all around there in the past. And the English names were usually after famous people in NZ history.

Anyway, no one knew about  Bundaberg. It took me four years and a great deal of asking to find out that it meant the town of the Bunda people. It seems the local Aborigine tribe were the Bunda people, and a man who lived there as the town was forming was a German man. In Germany, berg means town, or similar. So he called it the town of the Bunda people, or Bundaberg.  Once I heard that it made sense.

Okay, back to the rain. When we lived in Bundaberg, generally shortened to Bundy, (where the Bundy rum is made) it didn't rain very often, but when it did, it poured. The towns in the north of Aussie are built with concrete channels all around the towns to take away water quickly. So often it would rain just a few times a year, but they would be downpours that might last a couple of days. Or with the tropical weather, in the summer storms would often go over in the afternoons and drop a heap of rain in just a few minutes then the clouds would waltz out to sea and the sun would be back. So we would stand on the veranda, ooohhing and aahhhing that it was raining.

Well, we have been about six or seven weeks here without rain and it was getting really dry. The lawn grasses around here are just amazing. If you don't water them, they just die,they go brown, and crunchy. If they go without water for long enough, the grass more or less disappears and you have dry ground. But when it rains, the grass is back in a few days. It is truly amazing! You can almost see the grass grow.

Well, over the past few weeks our grass at this house sit has got browner and browner, and some of the trees and shrubs were looking very sad. (We had checked with the owner, but he said not to worry, don't water the trees, all will be well when it rains.)  Then on Monday night we got about 26 mils of rain and yesterday a bit more. Overnight, the grass has  become green.


Aussie is full of frogs during the summer. This little critter is on the outside of the kitchen window in one of our New South Wales house sits.


 The frogs are coming out, a sure sign summer is on the way, and the trees and shrubs have perked up. October and November are storm months around here, so often afternoon storms roll over and drop a good soaking rain before they head seaward. Our weather generally comes from the hot inland during the summer, humidity and heat builds up for storms.


This picture is not our current house sit, but one in New South Wales. I took this during a thunder storm. You can see the heavy rain bouncing on top of the tank, and it is pouring out of the top by the white pipe and running down the sides of the tank.


Anyway, it has rained, I have lived through two sessions at the gym, we have some friends coming for lunch and all is okay.


Sunday, 16 September 2012

My baby.

If you go back into the previous months, you will find a post called The Circle of Life, and I talked about a bird that we found dead.  The next day we found that it wasn't my tame bird that had died but some other bird. (Lets face it they all look the same).

So here is a short update on my bird, a pied butcher bird. The picture is not my 'baby' but a pied butcher bird that frequented us when we were doing a house sit on the Sunshine  Coast. They are said to be the bird with the most beautiful song in Australia.



He has become more and more tame. In the mornings he will come to the back ranch slider and cling to the security mesh door and call me. If I have missed that visit, then I have now found that I can open the ranch slider and call him. I have given him the name of 'baby'. Not very inventive really, but it sort of evolved. So I can go the the back door, call him and he will come, with what is probably his wife, and sing to me as I feed him. He is the most fabulous little bird.

Oh boy! I might be dead tomorrow!

Our current house sit will probably continue on for a few more months. We knew when we came her it could be a fairly long term affair, and that is fine by us.

So I decided to join the local gym. It's just on a month to month basis, so I can cancel at any time. But today was my first day, and I think I will be very sore in the morning. Its a long time since I did any decent exercise!.......lol....if there are no more messages on here, well I didn't make it past the first Pilates class.

Marketing our books

My sister, Ricky Hunter, and I have both published books in the last few months. That's the easy bit. Then you need to sell the little blighters. Aha, you think, no problem! But it's not that easy.

When you write a book it is your 'baby', and of course you are in love with it, although there is a love/hate relationship too, because by the time you have edited the thing a zillion times you are at the 'nine months and one week' stage, when all you want is to get this birth over and done with. A book is no different. Nevertheless, being brilliant authors is not enough. You have to tell people that the books are there, and that they would love to read them and of course to read them they need to spend a bit of money.

My sister and I have decided to market to the libraries. I took my book into my local branch of the public library. She handed it on to someone in another library who does the buying for this area. Fabulous, an order for 22 books came through a week ago. So now, we are slowly building spread sheets of every library in Australia and emailing every last one of them with details and cover pictures of our books.

What a job! Do you know how many libraries there are in this big brown country? Lots and lots and lots. So  the spreadsheet is getting bigger and bigger. We have already contacted New Zealand library suppliers.

Then comes USA, England, Ireland, Scotland and Canada, and any other English speaking country we can think of. On top of that I have to make up a spreadsheet of all the TESOL colleges, because my book will be good for them. Oh well, no rest for the wicked.




Completely different topics, but a bit of shameless promotion on my own blog can't be too bad.

Humility today.

Peter found an article in today's Courier Mail and I think it is worth sharing.

With the advent of 'praising' our children for everything they do, big or small, the attitudes of children are changing. There are times when extreme praise for seemingly little things are good. How many times have parents stood over a potty, with the first wee or poo in it and excitedly told the child how wonderful they are, how clever they are, that Mummy is so pleased with them and so proud, and just wait until Daddy gets home from work and he will be completely excited too?

But praise is getting out of hand. Children are not allowed to fail at school these days. Everybody is a winner.  Of course the child  might feel good, but you and I know that not everyone is a winner. There are some real duds out there, who don't try, don't care and spend their entire life messing up someone else's life. So as they grow into teenagers, they have this belief that the world thinks they are fabulous come what may, they are a success no matter how much of a failure they really are, and to top it off, we are not allowed to shape our children any more with a bit of judicious discipline.

You may think my view a little warped, but we have brought up five children, none of them criminals, all in the workforce or 'at home' mums, and so far we haven't had to face police or courts on account of them.

This is why the article in today's Courier Mail really appealed. This is a copied and pasted article, it is not my writing, and I give the references here so you can go to the source and read it for yourself.


The article below was written by Angela Mollard, and here is the link.
http://www.couriermail.com.au/entertainment/celebrity/kids-dont-understand-the-meaning-of-the-word-humility-let-alone-practise-it/story-fncak5zz-1226474389761



The article by Angela Mollard starts here:


"RECENTLY I read Charlotte’s Web to my daughter.

Remember the story? A tenacious and articulate spider writes words in her web to describe a sweet but otherwise unremarkable pig.

‘Terrific’, she spells out, then ‘radiant’. Just before she dies – because even uncommonly gifted arachnids still cark it – she spins the word ‘humble’.

“What does humble mean, Mum?” asks my daughter.

“It means you don’t have tickets on yourself; let’s say you won the spelling bee at school, you wouldn’t show off about it.”

My daughter thinks for a moment, then replies, “I don’t know anyone who’s humble.”

There, dear reader, is the voice of a generation. Humility, that most venerated, ancient and biblical of virtues, has slipped out of our lexicon, swept away by a culture that’s all about the ‘me’, not ‘we’.

As a freshly minted journalism graduate, I wrote obituaries when there were no ambulances to chase. It was brain-numbingly dull. Most of the subjects hadn’t actually died, but the editor wanted to be prepared.

So I’d eulogise on Sir Edmund Hillary, Nelson Mandela, the Queen Mother (I knocked her off three times) – extraordinary people defined by a common adjective: humility.

Years later, his obit yellowing in a file, I cajoled Hillary to confess who stepped on the summit of Everest first, he or Tenzing Norgay? “We reached the top almost together,” he said firmly. (Notably, there’s no photo of Hillary on the peak; he simply didn’t think to take one.)

In these days of social media and ‘selfies’, it’s not hard to be humble – it’s impossible. Everybody is a brand to be self-promoted. “Get yourself an agent,” said a showbiz friend when I started this column. “Why?” I asked.

“People will read it for the writing, not because I’m some chick on a yoghurt ad.” He smiled knowingly: “Trust me.” (Wish I had, there’s a motza to be made spruiking dairy products.)

“Humility,” said CS Lewis, “is not thinking less of yourself, it’s thinking of yourself less.” What a quaint notion for a culture raised on praise and driven by a need for recognition.

This lack of humility now defines who we are: the arrogance that drove the global financial crisis; the self-inflation and deflation of our athletes in London; the buying of Twitter or Facebook followers; the slow death of civility.

“We’re going to audit you,” a media exec told me recently when I was up for a new role.

“Audit me? What for?” I asked anxiously, regretting my tax tardiness.

“For popularity; you know, to see how many followers you have and how often you’ve been ‘liked’ and ‘favourited’.” Jeez, Louise – I’m a writer. Do you reckon Shakespeare could have knocked out 37 plays and a zillion sonnets if he’d had to constantly tweet about how fabulous he was?

Look, I love social media, but this need to shop-window ourselves is creating a generation that calculates its worth on external adulation, not personal integrity. Where will our next Mandela, Mahatma Gandhi or Aung San Suu Kyi come from if we continue to pursue glory over good?

One obituary I wish I’d written was Neil Armstrong’s. When he died, TV producers scrambled for video footage.

Yes, there was the moon walk, but there were no red carpets, no appearances on Letterman, no reunions with retired astronauts. He was the ultimate humble hero – an explorer who sought greatness not for one man, but for mankind.

Catch Angela Mollard every Sunday at 8.45am on Weekend Today, on the Nine Network.

Email angelamollard@sundaymagazine.com.au. Follow her at www.twitter.com/angelamollard."



How true is that? And today our children and grandchildren gauge their level of success on how many facebook friends they have, or who likes them, when in fact, most of them would fall over them in the street and not know them.

In my book, a little bit of humility goes a long way.



Saturday, 15 September 2012

Different towns - different water.

It's surprising how much the water quality changes from one place to another. Our current house sit does not have a built in water filter for drinking, but it does have a couple of filter jugs that sit on the bench and do a satisfactory job.

It is a very  basic design, but it does the job and filters the water. It's easy to refill and holds about a litre of filtered water in the base.
Today I decided to replace the filters. They are cartridges that you have to buy and insert into the jugs. I took the old cartridge down to the supermarket, because in previous houses I have bought the wrong cartridge, and once all the packaging has been opened you can't really take them back, and they are expensive to buy, these ones were $13.00 each.

After we had unpacked the groceries Peter put in the first cartridge. From memory you have to sort of wash them through, I think rinse them a couple of times. On the outer box it says, 'Instructions for use, please see cartridge foil'. Okay, we open the box and take out the cartridge completely enclosed in a blue and white foil covering.

'There's no instruction on here', Peter says to me. The printing is so tiny, probably a 2 font! and the whole foil  cover is covered with this tiny white writing. But there is nothing in English! There are instructions in 9 languages that seem to range from some sort of Russian Language to Korean, possibly Greek, French, maybe Malaysian, but no English. Not one little bit of English to tell  us how to deal with this cartridge. There are 25 listings in 25 languages telling us who the distributors are in different countries. Way down the bottom there is a bit that tells us it was made in Oxfordshire in England. The outer carton says proudly that it was made in the UK, and the Australian distributor was savvy enough to make the outer package of recycled material. That's good, that helps the tree situation. But no English instructions on what to do with it.


So Peter has gone off to have his afternoon nap while the cartridges are sitting waiting. While I have been closely examining the foil wrapping, guess what I have found. Hidden way down the bottom, are a series of six little diagrams! Ah here are the instructions! Picture one shows the cartridge going into the jug, or maybe its showing the cartridge coming out, its hard to tell. The second pic shows a jug with the lid up and something happening with tap water, I'm not sure. Maybe its rinsing out the inner part that holds the un-filtered water. The third pic shows a hand putting the cartridge sideways under water and moving it back and forwards. The fourth picture looks the same as number 1, although maybe there is water in this one. The fifth picture shows a tap filling the jug and emptying it again and has a 2X there. The last one, has the same jug with a little bit of water in the bottom, a 3X=ok and a big tick.

I think it is saying to submerge the cartridge and rinse three times before using it.

Someone in England needs a very basic lesson on how to write instructions.

As for the water quality in different places. Here on the Gold Coast it is not too bad, but where we are has some of the chlorine smell to it, and I don't like that, so am happy to filter it each day. On the Sunshine Coast the water was quite good to drink. In Brisbane it was okay. But one of our house sits in New South Wales was a different matter.

The house itself was fine, having an enormous concrete tank, and the water was pumped to the kitchen and came through a good filtering system at the tap. But we went into town one evening to a Chinese restaurant, and asked for water. It was revolting. We sent the first lot back and said it was undrinkable, could we have another. The second one was just as bad. When we commented on it to the waitress she just shrugged her shoulders and said it was the town water, and more or less indicated, 'take it or leave it'. We left it. She didn't care. She didn't even offer us a bottle of water, or coke or something which we would have bought.

Anyway, when Peter arises from his afternoon nanna-nap I will show him the little pictures. We are going to put the jugs through the dishwasher to give them a good clean, then he can rinse 3X and put them in.

Thursday, 13 September 2012

What to do with the car? Ah! Gold Coast Airport Parking.

If we are flying, we usually get someone to drop us off at the airport and pick us up. But this time it was not so convenient. Our daughter that lives close to us had children to pick up and take to school at the times we flew. But when you are house sitting and moving around a bit, it's not always easy to get to know a lot of the local businesses. So we checked the internet and decided to try a permanent car parking arrangement.

We found several options. It was possible to leave it in a long term car park at the airport itself. But it was open to the weather, and no one was there to check on it. The other option was to use the Gold Coast Airport Parking company.

This turned out to be a really good system. They are easy to find, close to the airport, and not far from the main Pacific Motorway south. They had very clear instructions on how to find them. Then they used their van to take us to the airport. They housed our car under cover. Then when we got back today, they picked us up at the airport again, and took us back to our car. It had been moved out the front ready for us. Not only that, they had washed it, and blacked the tyres. We were very impressed. Having the peace of mind knowing it was under cover and secure was important. Their service was really good, and there was no messing around or waiting.

The booking was easy too, all done online.

So if you are thinking of leaving your car at the Gold Coast airport for a day or several days, you might like to try them. We would certainly recommend them. It cost us about $80 for five nights, and full peace of mind.

http://goldcoastairportparking.com.au/?gclid=CI_8lsrTsrICFcdbpQodcBIAeQ


Flying home.

We flew to Melbourne from the Gold Coast airport. We flew Jetstar, and were very happy with the service. We had good smooth flights both ways.

I have been very reluctant to use Qantas any more. They have had a poor safety record in my view, often having flights diverted due to malfunctioning planes. But Jetstar, although being part of Qantas doesn't seem to have had these problems.

The view from the Gold Coast airport is fabulous. As we took off we were right above Tweed Heads. This city is the boundary between Queensland and New South Wales. You can stand on the boundary line, one foot in each state.

This is our daughter from Melbourne standing on the dividing line in Tweed Heads. NSW and QLD are the abbreviations for New South Wales and Queensland.

Here are a few views of Tweed Heads. Like so many of the Australian cities, they straddle a river, and in many cases the rivers have been highly developed with many areas for fishing and boating.

From this map you can see how much water there is around the river mouth.


The breakwater is clearly visible here, and these are lovely beaches have many hotels built around them. Like the Gold Coast, and this is really the very southern end of the Gold Coast, this is still very much a tourist area.

The view of the Gold Coast airport shows Tweed Heads close by. The quality of this picture is not so good.


With both our flights we had lovely views right over the Tweed area.  Aussie is certainly a beautiful country.

Graduation day.

The girl filling in for us with our house sit says she may change the locks....haha....she has just loved being here in the quiet, with so many birds around. She has lazed by the pool, and thoroughly enjoyed her few days here. She has also left the house in tip top condition, so we are really pleased that we had such a reliable friend.

Wednesday was my graduation day. I have worked hard with my writing over the past five years or so, I did my Bachelors degree in two years, doing all the units, two a semester are considered full time study and I normally did 3 units per semester, sometimes 4. Then there were 12 units in my Masters Degree, and I sometimes did two of these per semester, so it has been full on. Today is the day to reap the rewards.

My cold was still fresh and my throat a bit sore from getting a bit chilled on Monday. So I had a couple of easy days at my daughters place. She is right in town, and there are some excellent restaurants within a minutes walk. One was called La Notte, Italian, and had the best food, large servings and the prices weren't too bad.

I was still in my jamas when, mid morning, my daughter turned up from work, with my eldest son! He had made a surprise trip down from Brisbane to come to the graduation. I was thrilled to bits. When I graduated with my B.A. my Brisbane children attended, but my Melbourne daughter couldn't come. Now it was her turn to be there, and surprise! my eldest son too.

One handsome husband and one very handsome son.

So I had a shower and got some clothes on. We had some lunch and Matt and Peter went for a walk. At 3pm I took a taxi to the Convention Center. I met up with Di Hill, a writing buddy of mine from Brisbane who was also graduating.

The actual ceremony lasted just under 2 hours, then there was refreshments provided. Both Di and I were absolutely amazed to find that of all the students we worked with during our two years doing our writing degree, we were the only two that had turned up for the graduation. I know some of them were overseas, but only the two of us? I don't know if that was a statement about Swinburne or not!


There was another disappointing factor too. They had almost no souvenirs for sale. When I graduated with my BA through Griffith University on the Gold Coast, they had key rings, lovely presentation pens, bags, pins, teddy bears, luggage labels etc, all with the Griffith logo splashed all over them. I got several things that I have kept in my treasure box. But Swinburne had some miserable looking teddy bears, or little fluffy toy dogs, that were very expensive, and the only recognition of what degree you had passed was by putting a tiny piece of ribbon round the neck the same color as our gowns. I was very disappointed with that. They did have some rings, but even they didn't look very good.

You could get your degree framed straight after the event, but that was hugely expensive too. Someone was making a lot of money for very little effort. In the end, I didn't bother.

The venue was very nice, and they had an Aborigine playing the didgeridoo, along with a couple of dancers. The didgeridoo playing was very clever.

We finished off the night by having a late supper then off to bed. Even then it was pretty late and we had to be up at 4am to get the taxi to the airport for a very early flight home.

Anyway, it was a lovely few days away, and another milestone in life passed.

Monday, 10 September 2012

Day three in Melbourne.

Ahh, well our house sit doesn't have Foxtel, but my daughter does. We have been watching the US Open, tennis, and yesterday Serena Williams won the women's title and today its a marathon between Andy Murray and Djokovic. They are both exhausted, well into the fifth set, and they have been going for about four hours.

The winner of the men's and women's titles gets 1.9 million US$. Not bad for a few hours work. Of course they train for years for this, but I reckon it will take me nearly 160 years on the pension to get that sort of money.  Ah well, Andy Murray has finally won, and it was just a couple of minutes under 5 hours.

I got quite cold yesterday when we were out, and I have woken up with a sore throat again, and a sore foot, so am having an easy day. Peter has gone out for a walk round the local area.

Tomorrow is my graduation, the reason for the trip down here and on Thursday morning we fly back. I don't want to be sick for either of those things. It is a nice day today but the forecast for tomorrow evening and Thursday morning is lousy.

Sunday, 9 September 2012

Day two in Melbourne.

I should have taken my  jacket! The wind was really cold out there. Anyway we had a good day, lots of walking. Today was my book sales day. First stop the National Library. They don't buy for all the Melbourne libraries, but I left one with the buyer there in case they want some for the National Library. Then to the 'Chinese book shop', which was quite small, but I left one there and they may stock it.

Then to Xinhua bookshop. Well this was a magnificent flop. We found the place ok. The website says it opens at 11am. The door says it opens at 11.30. In reality it opens whenever the guy feels like turning up. He rolled up about midday, spoke very limited English and using a student at the shop as an interpreter, it seems that I need to work through a Chinese publisher to get books into the Xinhua book shops. So I have some contacts, I'll work on that next.

We did the rounds on the city circle tram. This is a free tram that continuously circles the city center.


That was good, it goes round round the city, so we got a good look around. We had a coffee and sandwich and checked out the Immigration Museum. We were quite disappointed with it. The Adelaide Immigration Museum seemed to be much better, more personal stories, and just generally much more interesting.
There are some very interesting buildings around the city center.


This is the Flinders Street train station. It is the main central station for all the suburban trains.


Outside City Hall they had some lovely flower beds, with all the colder climate sorts of flowers we don't get in Queensland. Cyclamen, primulas, cyclamen. It was very pretty.


More flowers and some unusual elephants advertising the Melbourne Zoo.


Below is a very tall building. Our oldest son is a builder. When he was a new apprentice, he thought he would show off his newly acquired skills and put a shelf in his bedroom. The shelf was a triangular shape. He spent most of the day trying to get the thing to fit. In the end, Peter took over and got the measurements right, getting the shelf in the right spot in just a few minutes. This has become a family joke, talking about corner shelves. This building reminded us of that. I think he would have had some problems getting all the angles right for the corner shelves in this building. I didn't count how many floors it has, but I think about 40.



Right in the city center there was a woman with the music playing doing Tai Chi. It is very common to see men and women doing this in China, but not so usual in our Aussie cities. Mind you, there are thousands of Chinese people here, they are just everywhere.


This is part of the RMIT, the Royal Melbourne Institute of Technology. A lovely old building, although it looks like it needs a really good clean.

So all in all, a good day, and the busiest day since we have got over our really bad colds. At least we got to do quite a lot of walking. Tomorrow, if the weather is good we'll go back to Victoria markets.