I recorded this tune today just before Sunday Lunch.
Being a kid is a lot of fun, and sometimes you enjoy music more when you suspend your “grown up” mind and just be a child again – even if its only for sixty seconds.
This is a three-part tune I did on the WX5, using Trombone (8), Clarinet (99) and Trumpet (5). If you can pick the tune before the trumpet comes in at 35 seconds, you’re truly a kid at heart!
Enjoy!
Rocking Horse Poo. A Geocache in Petrie. So that’s what it looks like 🙂
We had fun finding a Geocache today entitled Rocking Horse Poo. Lilly and Sophie had fun and even picked some of the stuff up.
The imagination of Geocachers never ceases to amaze me!
If you’ve never tried Geocaching, our family would recommend it. It’s a great way to get outside on a Sunday afternoon and have fun.
Lilly came to me today and read me her partially completed story.
“What else should I write, Daddy?” she asked.
And I replied, “Kids understand magic when they’re your age, but as they grow up most adults forget about it. So I’m not the best person to ask about what to write. You know much more about magic than what I do”.
“But what about Doctor Seuss and Mem Fox”, Lilly retorted. (She’s very astute for her age).
“Ahhh. Doctor Seuss and Mem Fox never forgot what it was like to be a kid”, I answered. “That’s why they’re both so good at what they do”.
Seems like I’ve got a lot of “remembering” to do. Adults are so boring, and such a large part of our lifespan is devoted to being “grown up”. Childhood is so brief….
So brief it makes me want to cry at the tragedy of it all.
“The Secret Pony by Lilly Ennis
Onec upon a time there lived a butyful
girl named cloe. One day when cloe was in the
garden picing strorbries she
found a secret passag throe the garden. it was so butyful. So she wen throe it.
When she got to the end of the secret passag sge sore a pony. It was so butyful.
It had long heir and sparkerling blue eyes. The pony gace her lots of spechal
yummy treats. They played together to but the most imporint thing is that there
friends. The End.”
Don’t forget how to be a kid, Lilly. Once you forget, it’s a long time being a grown-up.
Congratulations, Lilly, for coming second in long-jump for under-seven year olds yesterday at the school sports day. We’re very proud of you!
Harrison, we’re really proud of you for coming second in the school shot put competition for 9 year olds. Well done mate!
We had a wonderful day at Southbank Parklands yesterday.
After checking out the “Machines of Da Vinci” exhibition, we headed down to Chez Laila to enjoy some fantastic Lebanese food, and thick, muddy Lebanese coffee. I thought I might have seen a young Ozzy Osborne there.
Then we hopped on the huge Ferris Wheel, the “Wheel of Brisbane” as the sun was going down. The view was spectacular, and we all agreed that Brissie is a much prettier city than we give her credit for.
Afterwards we went to the free comedy concert at the Piazza and watched The Kransky Sisters, Tripod plus a host of other comedians debating whether or not Queenslanders have more cause than other Australians to be happy. (Of course we do!)
Incidentally, the Kranskys are hilarious. Check out their website if you haven’t heard of them. Tripod are so funny you forget how talented they are as musicians.
All in all, a fantastic day! I hope we have many more days like this.
Once upon a time there lived a little boy named Jhon. Jhon really wanted his tooth to come out but it wasn’t going to come out. He tride and tride to pull it out but it still didn’t come out.
But one night when he was eting dinner he felt somethink wead (wierd) in his mouth, His tooth came out. He was so iksited. When he went to bed he put it under his pillow and the tooth fary came. She gave him two dollas.
The next day when he woak up he saw that his tooth was goan (gone).
He saw his two dollas. At school he spent it on tuckshop. He bort himself a slush puppy. It was dallishus.
The End.
Once upon a time there lived a little boy named Jhon. Jhon really wanted his tooth to come out but it wasn’t going to come out. He tride and tride to pull it out but it still didn’t come out.
But one night when he was eting dinner he felt somethink wead (wierd) in his mouth, His tooth came out. He was so iksited. When he went to bed he put it under his pillow and the tooth fary came. She gave him two dollas.
The next day when he woak up he saw that his tooth was goan (gone).
He saw his two dollas. At school he spent it on tuckshop. He bort himself a slush puppy. It was dallishus.
The End.
