John Pospisil

Every once in awhile I come acrosss someone who inspires me. Back in December I read the story of an Aboriginal activist, William Cooper who in the 1930s less than a month after Kristallnacht, the night of ransacking of Jewish shops and homes across Nazi Germany, led a march from his home in the Melbourne suburb of Footscray to the German consulate to denounce the ”cruel persecution of the Jewish people by the Nazi government of Germany”. Mr Cooper hasbeen hnoured by the Museum of Yad Vashem. What inspires meespecially about MrCooper is that at the time Aboriginal people were not included in the Census, andwould not be  until 1967. So here’s a man persecuted in his owb land (of 50,000 yearsstanding), who took a`stand againstthepersecution of another people. That gave me something to think about.

Rocio and I celebrated her birthday with dinner at Pilu on Saturday night, great food, great service, great night

When one least expects them unexpected discoveries areade

What more could one want?

With a surname like Pospisil, as a kid, as you can imagine, I got every variation possible, including John Impossible. As I was making breakfast for the family this morning, this came to mind, and now as an almost 40 year old, that wasn’t such a bad nickname after all. After all, the best things that one can do are the ones that others consider impossible. I intend to live up to my name.

A wonderful surprise waiting for Grace when she gets home from school.

Half an hour ago this was the packaging from our new vacuum cleaner, and now it’s something truly new and truly wonderful.

I finally managed to open the drawer in my old desk and found a key I’d lost 20 years earlier, what was it for, I struggled to remember.

A few weeks back Grace had a mini market at her school. For Grace and her fellow Kindergarten friends, this was the first time they’d ever used money. Rocio and I were  a little concerned about how things would go, so Rocio popped in to see how Grace was coping with this new experience.

Rocio found many of the Kindergarten kids walking around a little confused, not knowing exactly what was meant to happen

Grace on the other hand had already had her face painted, and was waiting in line to have her hair sprayed with colour. She’d somehow recruited a Year six girl to help her buy things, and this Year Six girl, was now carrying bags with Grace’s things.

I’ve never been much of a lateral thinker, but I’m very pleased that Grace is.

Just sitting, breathing, enjoying calm is a nice way to unwind after a busy, but successful week at work. island. I acknowledge and thank the traditional owners of Berry Island, the Cammeraygal people