The last few posts have been the work of the curmudgeon supreme. Jerimiah seems to have reached a new level in delight and joy, highlighting the never ending stream of all that is going wrong. Sorry for the bleakness, but somebody had to do it. I don’t know why I watch the news. Relentless Trump and Turnbull. Neck on neck trying to outdo each other in a race to the bottoms-up, dehumanising their patch. Surely, there is something more cheerful to write about. Those grim purple faced bishops fronting the Royal Commission. Footage of one eminent church leader dipping a large feathered brush in Holy water sprinkling the congregation. Oh, such folly of voodoo and chicken feathers dressed with mitres and in flowing robes. Are there Technical tafe courses in becoming agnostic? I am sure many are now queuing up.We need many more doubting Thomas’s.
The good news came from our National Library of Australia in Canberra. ” Dear Gerard Oosterman.” “We would be DELIGHTED to receive a print copy of your book ‘Almost there.’ Our records showed that this title is now published.”
Can you believe it? All this apart from both my books also having been entered in two of the State Library literary competitions. I am so happy that, after I posted the book at the Post office, I promptly shouted myself a nice micro-wave heated up sausage roll. The word ‘delighted’ really did it. It was about time somebody got delighted.
I walked with my fat sausage roll to a park bench in Corbett Gardens, Bowral. The same park that the three elderly sister were hit by with a lightning storm last week. I sat down with Milo. He looked keenly at my poly-styrene package holding the sausage roll. It was a mini celebration. I would like you all to share in my joy.
I gave Milo about half my treat.
It was so lovely and good.