John Pospisil

Carols at St Mary’s

My girls showing off their dance moves

Balmy Friday afternoon, at Civic Park, North Sydney listening to a teenage rock and roll band, my girls indulging in Brakwurst rolls, hey the bands pretty good – a nice way to end the week. Life has a way of reminding you how wonderful it is.

We have officially entered the Christmas season at the Pospisil Residence

In the queue – music for tutus

We’re at the noodle markets this evening – our first of the season – which means it’s a year since we went last time – how quickly and slowly that year has been

For no particular reason, except that it’s beautiful- my photos are crap but you get the idea. Funny for the first time today I noticed how wonderful the sunrise is from all places our kitchen window.

No big deal

Rocio and I went to a really enjoyable party last night – basically everyone who attends the 9 am family mass at St Mary’s North Sydney was invited to a brave fellow parishioner’s house for a get together. Given that several hundred people attend that mass, I had visions Facebook-esque scenes of hundreds of unruly Catholics stampeding this kind lady’s house. As it turned out an optimum number of people turned up – not too many to make it too crowded, but more than enough (including Father Tony) for there to be a party buzz. As I was talking to one lady, she mentioned that she’d visited a Church in Ethiopia that was in the shape of a cross, cut out of stone. Instantly, I knew what she was talking about, and didn’t know how, until I realised that the night before, on page 274 of Man and his symbols (edited by CJ Jung) I’d seen exactly that Church. Just an interesting coincidence, that’s all.

Understandable if you’re a parrot