Thursday, March 30, 2006


Wednesday, March 29, 2006


Good news! The doc is pretty sure Mum's lump is scar tissue from her lumectomy in 1995 and not cancer. I am SO relieved. Being a pessimist, I had convinced myself she was going to have cancer and die with me a million miles away over here, and it was dreadful. She has a biopsy next week, which is pretty awful, so please pray for her, and that the biopsy only confirms this good news. Thanks!!

Coco and Emi just LOVE the trampoline! Eowyn declared yesterday that she is tired of being called Eowyn, and asked me to ask her teachers at school to start calling her Emi, which they did today!! She is learning her numbers and calls 100 'tenty'! I'm looking for cheap tickets to take Emi to Sun City, California to visit my dear old friend Didy, who shall fly there from Australia in April with her family, visiting her husband's family.

Coco and I had lunch today with Margaret, our wonderful Australian friend here in Seattle. Did you know that Seattle culture seems to have strong Nordic roots? I see Vikings in disguise every day!

I've just been writing for my story group about moving house from Adelaide, South Australia to Kyabram, Victoria when I was 12, which was an incredibly difficult experience. I'm making so many discoveries about myself as I write for this group. It's very therapeutic. Maybe in writing I'll finally find the answer to my question about God, and what he really thinks and feels about me? I hope so!

Bens got all 4.0 out of 4.0 s for his uni marks last quarter. Hooray for Bens. We're all very excited! He only ever gets 4.0 s. He's brilliant!!

Spring is here! The little orchard in our back garden is blossoming. The sun peeps out a little more often. Dinnertime is no longer in the dark. Spring is such a relief!!

Jana, Tim, Ella and baby Colin came over for Martinis, lobster and cheesecake on Saturday night, and we had a fantastic time. Here are Coco, Emi and Ella on Emi's bunk-bed.

Well, maybe not! Perhaps there'll be hiding somewhere else on my blog. I'm not really in control here, you see...

Emi sleeps on the top bunk, Coco on the bottom. When Tom slept on the bottom bunk and me on the top bunk, he used to grab my ankles as I tried to climb the ladder and pull me down. To ,get into bed I had to make a running jump from the other side of the room to evade his attack. Sometimes it took rather a while to get into bed. Then he would poke me and kick me from below. I'd do all that to him, when his was the top bunk and mine was the bottom. And then baby Sylvia became my room-mate. She would stand in her cot and sing to me and smile and laugh and reach for me, and I (despite the 'rules' decreeing not to) would lift her out of bed and cuddle her and laugh and sing and play. I love my five siblings very much!!

Oh my goodness! It's nearly midnight. How did that happen? I'm trying to have early nights these days as I end up feeling SO exhausted, looking after my wonderful hyperactive pair all day long!!!!!!! I need energy ...............

Love to all,

Monday, March 20, 2006

Two Beautiful Girls...

...the most beautiful in all the world, to be sure!

My nephew Edmund David Jones!


Bens and Megs in Victoria, British Columbia, celebrating our 5 years together...
(Bens is actually an inch taller than Megs, which is just PERFECT!)

Swat Vac...

Bens studying for his psychology exam tomorrow (key lime martinis by moi!)
Hmmmmm - somehow, he's here 3 times ... perhaps this is symbolic... I've just put Coco to bed for the 27th time in a row. Super Nanny Megs.... is losing patience. I'm back .. make that 28!
Bens and I are thinking of going to Mars Hill Graduate School together and doing a Masters in Counselling Psychology. He has two years left of his BA, and one quarter left of his AA. He's hoping to get into the University of Washington this Fall - please pray/wish/etc.!! I prayed today that God would show me what he really thinks of me, as he or she seems so nebulus and esoteric. And I have a feeling God is gonna answer me. My story group begins in a week, and involves reading Dan Allender and Lisa Fann's "To Be Told" and writing our stories and reading them in the small group, which shall be led by Lisa Fann , each Monday morning. I'm excited and nervous. Coco's out of bed again.......

Kat & Jim!

Here's lovely Kat and her lovely Jim! Their story is delightful and romantic - after work Jim and his friends were relaxing and laughing, and Jim noticed laughter from the other side of the room, and gradually, over a few days, moved the group across the room to near Kat, so that they engulfed Kat ... and then they fell in love!!

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Gen internet

As it turns out, I guess somewhere between 1970 and 1974, a cutoff occurred, so that people born in '74 or later can figure out how to edit links in a blog in about 10 minutes, whereas people born in 1970 or prior can spend unmentionable lengths of time trying to do so and get nowhere (don't you love the way the "g" lends so much strength to the words "length" and "strength"?). So I fixed lovely Megan's links for her. So now they are working. So now you know why the "utterly vexed" post is there, and the links section is working, all in the same blog.
Now I have to read 7 chapters (150 pages) of my horrible psycho (oh, did I say "psycho"? I meant "psych") textbook so I can be at least a tiny bit prepared for my final on Monday. May I highly disrecommend John W. Santrock's "Life Development, 10th edition"? Thankyou.
Have you seen the latest model of the universe based on Cosmic background Radiation? Pretty freaking kewl! They spent three years looking at cosmic background radiation to confirm that the universe expanded from the size of a pebble to larger than the visible universe (try 15+ billion light years) in less than a trillionth of a second. See here... Also see this totally gnarley atlas of the visible universe, which will begin to help you get your head around what 15 billion light years means...

Utterly Vexed...

Grrrrrrrr. Living in this computer-shaped world can be infuriating sometimes, for those of us born in 1970 who grew up without little-screen-shaped-paradigms and all their RIDICULOUS ways. I have been trying for a length of time which I shan't tell you (as it is somewhat embarassing) to create links to others' blogs. And I can't dammit! So I'm going to write them into the text. Which means I win and the ****ing ******** computer doesn't. HA HA HA!
Mum's excellent blog:
Rachel's fantastic blog:
Sam and Becca's adorable blog:
Tom, Anita and Eddie's scintillating blog:
Gimena, Rodrigo and Felipe's darling blog:
Emma's woofy blog:
Victory is sweet, foul computer! AHA!

Beautiful Eowyn and Cosette!!


...from Eowyn's perspective! Elle est une artiste extraordinaire! qui je t'aime BEAUCOUP!


...from Eowyn's perspective! Elle est une artiste extraordinaire! qui je t'aime BEAUCOUP!

Saturday, March 18, 2006

My Bay

Wine Glass Bay

I grabbed the kangaroo from behind and reveled in the glory of conquest. My arms were stretched as wide as they could go to reach around her. She could be my pet. I could tame her. We could play. I would be noted for my amazing capacity to communicate with kangaroos.

She hopped out of my grasp. She won. I lost.

My dominion at Coles Bay was the little creek beyond the campsite, white sand, pale gums, blue sky, calling birds. In the morning I would eagerly run there, and sit and look around and feel happy. A bull-ant bit my leg as I perched in my spot, and the pain seemed momentous, noteworthy on a grand scale, to be recorded in the annals of history. Nobody else in the family seemed very interested in my bullant bite.

A steep trail led through the bush to a saddle. It intrigued me to imagine that lofty hill as a horses back, and the image didn’t quite fit into my mind. That’s what Dad called it as we slogged our way up the hill, hot and tired and annoyed at not being able to stop. But the other side made it all worthwhile. Blue, beautiful and seemingly untouched by humanity, Wineglass Bay stretched beneath us, long, fragile and eloquent. The water seemed hyper-real, it was so bright and vivid and sparkling. The breeze cooled my hot face as we descended, wriggling gum roots creating a regal stairway down which to walk.

The smooth, crisp sand drew us close to the magical water. One moment, a huge expanse of sand stretched down to the water – almost instantly, a huge rush of creamy water would swirl over the sand, pouring its excitement and wrath and danger down on the beach in a loud jangle of movement. Delighted by danger, Tom and I ran as fast as we could down the expanse of sand, and as fast as we could back. Tom ran further down than me. Part of my being delighted in the thought of seeing what danger would look like if it happened to someone other than me, but a larger part of my being feared something terrible happening to my beloved brother.

Tom had a delightful, daring way of defying harm, of laughing in the face of that which is menacing, of surviving. I loved to dare, but in comparison to Tom was reticent, scared, uncertain. Nobody was devoured by the sea that day, and we both were delighted to have danced with death. Perhaps if I went back to Wineglass Bay today, the waves would seem piddly and not at all menacing. But in my memory, they are huge, loud, dangerous, and ever at the cusp of engulfing my self and my brother and all the life I had dreamed of and hoped for.

Friday, March 17, 2006


Did you know that Pluto may not actually be a planet? With the discovery of UB313 (See Picture!), Pluto's planethood has become dubious. The elderly astronomer who showed me the sky in Hobart, Tasmania, when I was 9 years old told me he had discovered Vulcan, the tenth planet. I was quite excited, last night, to meet UB313 at Bens' astronomy evening ... perhaps Vulcan is real!

Friday, March 10, 2006

A Day in the Life of the Ady Ladies!

Here are are beautiful girls - Coco at her school gymnasium and hugging Lillie, her best-friend-at-school, and Eowyn smiling her super smile and swinging on the tyre swing her mummy made! I'm in the process of signing up for a story group on Monday mornings, in which we'll read 'To Be Told', by Dan Allender, and tell our stories, especially the painful parts. It's scary, but good scary. The author of the work book, Lisa Fann, shall facilitate. We're really enjoying having guests at our new house. It's a perfect, cosy hobbit-hole-ish place to come for a cuppa tea (or an international adventure - we have a guest room) so feel welcome!! Love Megs

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Eowyn's best-friend-at-school Talya

We're really excited to be celebrating Purim with Talya and her family on Monday. They are from Israel, and are all really lovely.

My Man!

Here is my delightful and wondrous Benjamin!


"Days, weeks, months, years,
Afterwards when both were wives,
With children of their own,
Their mother hearts beset with fears,
their lives bound up in tender lives
Then joining hands to little hands,
Would bid them join together,
'For there is no friend like a sister
In calmd or storm weather;
To cheer one on the tedious way,
To fetch one if one goes astray,
To lift one if one totters down,
To strengthen whilst one stands."
Christina Rosetti
(Especially for my sisters Sylvia, Rachel, Anita, Becca and Kat, and that fabulous sisterly pair, Eowyn and Cosette!)

Thank you my sister Sylvia for making Eowyn and Cosette the delightful cape and dress and bags here depicted!!!!

Hi Ho, Hi Ho, It's off to Oz we go...

Hello! Dear little Eowyn and Cosette are contently sleeping in their bunkbeds, Bens is out playing blackjack at Tulalip Casino, and I've just been savouring the delights of my Jones family's blogs, and thought 'Dang, I think I'm going to join the blogging throngs and cast off my antiquated previous life. Well, just the blogless elements of it!!!'

Today Bens the computer savvy booked Eowyn, Cosette and I tickets to Australia for Xmas, from December 2 until January 18. He shall come too, during his uni break, but we're yet to discover which uni he gets into... University of Washington is our preference, as we could still live here. Apart from the foul weather, we really enjoy our friends here, the rugged mountains and icy lakes, and the kind of wacky artsy alternative feel to the place. I do miss Australia and all her lovely inhabitants terribly though. It's a difficult tension to live with, being far from so many I love, some being in Australia, others in Europe, some in Africa and others in South America. (I realise that's a little generic.........feeling loved yet?)

I'm not at all sure I'll remember my password, so this may be the only blog entry I ever make, and you may be reading this ten years after it was written, in which case I had better include something profoundly moving. Um. Ah. Er. Well. Let's see. A quote, peut-etre? Here's William Blake: "Ah, sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime,
Where the traveller's journey is done.

Where the youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves and aspire,
Where my sunflower wishes to go!