Tuesday, July 3, 2007
in which the lamb is a bear
The not-so-woolly lamb is in a race, actually, two races: downhill slalom and Moguls.
He is representing his little suburban Public primary school, in its inaugural appearance in the Interschool Ski Races
Today I felt a little apprehensive about this fact, when I saw the race teams from The Kings Scool and Tudor House go by. They looked like a demonstration event at the Lillehammer Winter Olympics: they all had lycra race pants and the school name on their matching outfits. Their coaches all had accents. Not Australian ones.
The woolly lamb watched them pass. We have a scruffy old club coach with a voice like gravel, lives on the Snowy River and talks like Steve Irwin. I looked at the little lamb in his little yellow coat, probably more interested in playing snow-dinosaurs and throwing snowballs. I asked him if he was nervous.
He said: "I am an Armoured Bear. I might come last, but I won't fall over."
Lets just see how he goes. I'm hoping for unbroken bones, bugger a place in the race.
If Ganching is reading this, she might consider a novena for the cause, or a quick appeal to the patron saint of Hopeless Cases. Everything will help.
The weather is very changeable. here is yesterday, not sunny like today. But very evocative.