Way too close for comfort
19 Feb 2007
This post was going to be about what an amazingly wonderful weekend we all had. Our school mothers got together and organised a camping weekend at Lake Conjola. Two of the women have onsite vans at the caravan park down there, and more than 15 familiies went down for two nights at the weekend.
On Saturday, we went to a little private beach called Killarney, and the boys brought the speedboats around, and the jetskis. To me, it was like 'lifestyles of the rich and famous'. The kids had turns on the biscuit and the hotdog and the adults piggy-backed with the experienced mum on the jetskis. The kids had an absolute ball.
We took the chairs and the picnics and the sunscreen. It was hot, and we all were having a tremendous fun in the sun day. We were all excited about what a great time we were all having, vowing to do it every term or at least once a year.
Here is a picture of us all.
We stayed until late in the afternoon, went back to the van park, got the cheese platters happening, drank wine, cooked barbies, played cricket, let the kids run aound until it was time for bed. Then we sat around the fire and talked rubbish until the wee hours.
The next morning (yesterday) we got up and the boys took the boats around to the little private beach for some of the group to meet them there again. The first car went down, and was turned away at the gate by the emergency police.
A 14 year old boy had just had his head severed in the very same water that this picture shows by a propeller. Less than 24 hours after all our precious babies were splashing around near the speedboats.
He wasn't with our group, thank heaven, but he was still someone's baby. If you're so inclined, you might even pray for this kid and his family. I know we all will.
On Saturday, we went to a little private beach called Killarney, and the boys brought the speedboats around, and the jetskis. To me, it was like 'lifestyles of the rich and famous'. The kids had turns on the biscuit and the hotdog and the adults piggy-backed with the experienced mum on the jetskis. The kids had an absolute ball.
We took the chairs and the picnics and the sunscreen. It was hot, and we all were having a tremendous fun in the sun day. We were all excited about what a great time we were all having, vowing to do it every term or at least once a year.
Here is a picture of us all.
We stayed until late in the afternoon, went back to the van park, got the cheese platters happening, drank wine, cooked barbies, played cricket, let the kids run aound until it was time for bed. Then we sat around the fire and talked rubbish until the wee hours.
The next morning (yesterday) we got up and the boys took the boats around to the little private beach for some of the group to meet them there again. The first car went down, and was turned away at the gate by the emergency police.
A 14 year old boy had just had his head severed in the very same water that this picture shows by a propeller. Less than 24 hours after all our precious babies were splashing around near the speedboats.
He wasn't with our group, thank heaven, but he was still someone's baby. If you're so inclined, you might even pray for this kid and his family. I know we all will.
posted by knitabulous at Monday, February 19, 2007 |
