John Pospisil

I’ve always liked view, and from here I can see the Harbour, the Bridge, and the The City. The nurse called it a million dollar view

Grace was recently awarded her first medal for dancing. A proud day indeed!

Hannah was vomiting last night so she stayed home with me rather than going with Rocio and Grace to a party (and then shopping). I made chicken soup for lunch, but of course she wasn’t interested.After a several futive attempts to get her to eat – I came up with a solution – turn lunch into a game, where I served her the soup through the window of her cubby house (which is on our balconey). Much to my relief success, and she even asked for seconds and thirds! Is it just that im somewhat incompetent, rather than totally incompetent?

For years I have endured the scornful glare of Gareth Powell (it’s impossible to explain Gareth but he’s one of the most extraordinary individuals I have ever met), who ridiculed my black and red-striped iPhone case.  Well sneer no more Gareth Powell, my old iPhone case has been replaced with a far more tasteful plain white case.

Of course I alerted Gareth to this unexpected turn of events. Here is his response:

Let us not hope you have acquired good taste in your old age. I always looked upon you as the leader of the dishevelled tasteless generation.

Is nothing solid in this changing world?

My girls’ current burthday invitations, and they were at a party this morning – it’s the stuff of childood.

Nothing like home made pulleys to keep the girls entertained!

My amazing and beautiful wife, Rocio, and our daughter, Hannah, on the Ferris
Wheel at Darling Harbour last weekend.

And here’s our other daughter Grace.

This is probably the best advice I’ve received in past months (John 5:1):

John 5

¹Some time later, Jesus went up to Jerusalem for a feast of the Jews. ²Now there is in Jerusalem near the Sheep Gate a pool, which in Aramaic is called Bethesda^[a] and which is surrounded by five covered colonnades. ³Here a great number of disabled people used to lie—the blind, the lame, the paralyzed.^[b]5One who was there had been an invalid for thirty-eight years. ⁶When Jesus saw him lying there and learned that he had been in this condition for a long time, he asked him, "Do you want to get well?"⁷"Sir," the invalid replied, "I have no one to help me into the pool when the water is stirred. While I am trying to get in, someone else goes down ahead of me." ⁸Then Jesus said to him, "Get up! Pick up your mat and walk." ⁹At once the man was cured; he picked up his mat and walked.

Whenever I stumble, I imagine Jesus next to me, urging me to “GET UP, GET UP!” Actually, he’s like one of those football coaches screaming at his players. We all need tough love sometimes.

Shit, 13 months ago I would have never imagined writing sometime like that, and sincerely, but then 13 months was a lifetime ago.

Much to our relief our four-year-old was offered a place at our local Catholic school. To our surprise it’s quite competitive to get in. It’s a systemic school, ie, just a regular school that’s near to our home), so we were surprised when we were told by one of the pastoral team that Grace might not get a place, and to be ready for that possibility.

Anyway, we don’t need to worry now. Grace has a school to go to next year. It’s a great school, and we’re sure Grace will thrive there.

Merry Christmas 2009 from the Pospisils – my, what a year…