Arms Across the Ocean

Dear hearts,

What is occupying Miss Mich at the moment you ask?

Sport...obvi...

That constant aside, a lovely few days was had with Miss Mellie and the lovely Afghan. Our generous captain, the Green Guru steered us on a northern course all the way to the charming Hope Isles. Amusements such as beach cricket, sunset drinks at the Yacht Club (read picnic table on the beach...v cute) and sailing the little skiff Calypso in 25 knots of breeze kept all busy until the next cheese platter and glass of something fruity.

There was something missing, however..an absence of little fishy's. Miss Mich as you know, has a great fondness for the little darlings. Perhaps it was a bit windy, perhaps they were off in other parts of that glorious Great Barrier Reef, after all it is school (of fish) holidays...

Speaking, Dear hearts, of the oceans inhabitants, it disturbed Miss Mich greatly to hear of the crisis in Sydney's North Head...penguins savaged by assailants unknown... Trust National Parks to step into the breach..snipers on point duty just waiting to take out the penguin persecutors!...true story.

This leads Miss Mich to the question of protection. When is too much too much?

There is the mandatory mantra that mother of the year sends the Bright Young Things out the door on a Saturday night with: “If it's not on, it's not on...” Obvi..

One could just say George W. Bush...nothing like a bit of overkill there.

It appears swine flu masks may have their place given the current global pandemic that Miss Mich has commented on previously, so no more taking the bacon there...

All these capital letter worthy subjects aside, one can only protect so much, can only hold one in one's arms so much. Miss Mich's songbird, her first born daughter, has flown for who knows how long. She of the many guitars, notebooks spilling poetry and concert tickets, notes and feathers - her memories and treasure. The child who thinks and debates and never backs down from an opinion. Who loses everything, who never washes up. Who sings like an angel and drives her mother crazy. Flying to explore and discover and hang out busking for her supper.

To her songbird, Miss Mich sends her love and protection. An etherial umbilical cord stretching across the ocean to keep her on track and safe. Yes Dear hearts, Miss Mich may be getting a little sentimental here, remembering her own odyssey at the same age across continents where Miss Mich found the seeds of the sportswoman she was to become, so with a small aggravation in her eye, we will never speak of this again.

Enjoy protection and Friday.

Love Miss Mich