Fishin' for my manhood

It’s been a good week. Brian finally finished his proposal and submitted it on Monday. It was a great relief to have it behind him and to be able to his attention to studies and work. But he has been suffering bouts of uncertainty as to its acceptability in the eyes of the DK-CRC (Desert Knowledge Collaborative Research Centre). They are the ones from whom he is seeking funding. He truly feels he has some good ideas, but also feels as if he didn’t have/take the time to make a solid proposal.

Célia has been doing well, also. She’s kicking on a regular basis and growing steadily (as indicated by Carolyn’s increasing girth).

Carolyn started the week on a down note, but things picked up for her towards the end as she started volunteering in the temple on Thursday. She absolutely loves it.
Yesterday the two-and-a-half of us went fishing with some friends on the Logan River. The father of our friend, Chad Hart, rented a party barge for the day. The weather was Queensland perfect. We saw a bottlenose dolphin swim past the boat and watched sea eagles soaring and fishing around us. Carolyn promptly set the standard of fishing for the day by reeling in a healthy-sized flathead within the first 30 minutes. Brian patiently fed the fish everything on his hook hour after hour while watching everyone else pull in some good ones. Spotties, flathead, stingrays, blow fish and mulloways were the catch of the day.



The score by the end of the day: Carolyn = 6, Brian = 1. We came home tired and happy and had a fish feast that night. Yes, Brian's manhood lies in tatters, but at least he knows that if he dies Carolyn will still be able to provide for their children.