Friday 20 December 2013

The Ties that Bind

We're back in Australia, residing up in Ballina during the silly season. This is the season of consumption, not just of goods and food, but also of basic utilities. Goonellabah features a street, Trinity Drive, whose inhabitants compete for the title of greatest electricity consumer, related to Christmas lights.

Trinity Drive display


Clearly the winner!
We've already blogged about our feelings of returning to Sydney, and the subtle alchemy worked on us by Pavlov. We feel no longer captivated by the baubles of city living and the status symbols of the bright lights. We feel somewhat cast adrift, with only Pavlov to call 'our home'.

However, what has proved enduring are the ties of good friendship that have endured our absence. Its been wonderful to catch up with old friends, to share the tales of our adventures and theirs, and to realise that true relationships endure, despite the separations of time and distance.

Megan and Dave

Helen

Their new macadamia farm
Some friends had new additions. Bernie and Sandra had a new son, Draken, as well as a new house. I remember Bernie starting the first Sketch-up drawings of the house when we were teaching together in Casino. It was amazing to see the building finished; such an achievement.

Bernie, Big W standing proud on his new veranda.

Sandra, with a sleepy Draken
Some had just moved house, with exciting new plans waiting fruition.

Bernie, ensconced in throne.

Ngaire

We're about to welcome some new in-laws, with Ayla's marriage to Tony tomorrow. Its also great to catch up with far flung siblings; Anu down from Townsville with Laurie and Zion.


Tony, a man of many dips.


Laurie, Anu and Ayla in family confab.

We might have 'up-anchored' to possessions and property, but its grounding to feel that we are still anchored to Australia by our good friends and by relationships that matter. They are indeed the ties that bind.


Friday 13 December 2013

I need a dollar, dollar, dollar, that's what I need... hey hey!


Post wedding, we enjoyed a lovely day with Michael at Clovelly beach in Sydney. I lived in Clovelly many years ago as a poor student studying undergraduate psychology. The suburb has been greatly gentrified since then, and its now a very exclusive Sydney address.

Path down to Clovelly beach

View of Clovelly beach

Concrete ocean baths, great for swimming
It reminded us that although Sydney is crowded and expensive, it still has some of the most beautiful beaches in the world.


Megan and Michael at Coogee beach


Headland at Coogee beach

Looking from the headland over Coogee
But we had to end our Sydney sojourn, and so flew to Ballina, Northern NSW to spend some time with my mum. However, we've been having a few expenses back in Australia, so its the old refrain (with the image of the seven dwarfs, picks over shoulders, marching into the coal mines) ...

I owe, I owe, so its off to work I go

I was lucky to get some part time work with Tony, the new to-be husband of my sister, Ayla. He owns a small food manufacturing plant in Byron Bay, Northen NSW, Naked Byron Dips. Contrary to its hippy indications, we did not need to work in the nude. I think OHS regulates against short curly hairs falling into food.

The business


Entrance to the plant, Byron style
Its been quite fascinating, and excruciatingly hard work, to go back to a small factory. I worked in a lot of small factories while I was still at school; mainly holidays and weekend work. I remember that sinking feeling of finishing a drum full of thousands of parts I had just repetitiously manufactured, only to see several more drums stretching off into the distance.

Production manager, and all round texan good guy, Maurice

Big Tony, da Boss.
It was the same feeling that I was now having, facing a mass of eggplants that needed peeling, and seeing the next load going into the oven. I've blogged before about the passage of time, and how changes in psychological circumstances can radically change our experience of time. Well, I can tell you, time stands absolutely still when faced with boring repetitive tasks! The minute hand just crawled around that clock!

Co-worker Ella

But all that was ameliorated by a great and entertaining work crew, and a happy factory environment. Its been psychologically grounding to earn some money again, and to have to persist in tasks. A great contrast to our current life.

Plant in the factory.
Next event is the marriage of Tony, owner of Naked Byron Dips to my sister, Ayla. That's happening next week, and I'm the designated photographer. So soon, I'll report back on the second wedding for our trip, this one Byron Bay style.



Monday 9 December 2013

The Wedding

Well, the wedding came and went. It was a splendid event, the bride looked ephemerally beautiful, the groom triumphant, and Megan glowed like an iridescent peacock.

A demure bride entering the church


A splendid groom, Chris


Replete with a passel of besties

Even I scrubbed up for the occasion 

Sophie T and Megan, looking like birds of paradise
Family were in abundance, so it was great to be at a gathering of our diverse and geographically spread clan.

Simon and kinder, from WA.

A very handsome Michael, Megan's son.

A gaggle of young beauties.
Kathryn and her daughters, Lauren and Olivia

David, Sandy and Andrew
After family, we had a chance to catch up with many old Sydney friends.

Megan, Leslie and Anna
Megan and her friend, Carole
Our very dear friends, Ralf and Jacqueline
The ceremony was a simple and brief affair, held at St  Benedicts on Broadway. It was a lovely and small church, built in the 1840's,  one of the earliest Catholic churches in Sydney.
The bridal party ready to enter the church

Michael and Ralf

At the altar

Vows being exchanged 

Parents of the bride lighting the family candle

The homilies are spoken

Michael delivered an address

Parents of the bride

Signing the marriage certificate
And now you may kiss the bride!
Leaving the church

The wedding party leaves.
The bride outside
Some posed photos in the church.

The family

Parents of the bride and groom


The reception was held at Sydney Rowing Club, Drummoyne.


Outside the rowing club

Tanya and the minister

Sophie and Leah

Party on

Chris's family

Sophie T and Carole

The girls get down and dirty

Megan rocks out.