It’s 36 C in Brisbane, there is smoke everywhere from the bush fires, and we were all up at 4:30 a.m. — when it gets light here — so Sorenne, who turned 11-years-old today could be on the ice at 5:45 a.m.
Take ice when you can get it.
This isn’t Canada.
But I didn’t have the stamina to go to her practice or birthday party this afternoon at a pool (Amy is doing the heaving lifting these days).
So I’m going to stop writing for barfblog.com for awhile, maybe write a book, maybe hang out more with my kid before she’s on to her next adventure.
It’s been 14 years of blogging and 26 years of news.
I’ve said it before, but I can feel the effects of my brain going away and just can’t do it right now.
Upper right is the card my mother sent Sorenne. Mom spent a few decades at the arena.
I may need a brain break, but I’m not done yet.
Happy birthday, kid.