Friday, July 14, 2006

The Law of Accumulation

Kind of... I went to visit my Grandfather in May for his birthday, (and mine), and unbeknown to Grampa; I was accompanied by my Dad and my Uncle Alan. To make the most of his birthday surprise we staged our appearances. The first thing Grampa saw when he rocked up at the airport was me sitting in the above pile of luggage. His disbelieving response was "You're not as good at this travelling game as your dad used to be..." but he bought my story about there being some unclaimed baggage I liked the look of and I managed to keep a straight face so everything was on track so far. As Grampa was loading the luggage into the car, which was already quite full with Aunty Vicki's shopping from the day before, Uncle Alan walked over and said G'day causing him to stop dead like a statue to the amusement of Aunty Vicki (who was in on the plot) and myself. Just as Grampa was recovering from that shock, Dad walked up behind him and asked if we had room for one more. Grampa started speaking gibberish at that point and only returned to speaking English once he had been assured that Uncle Bruce had not come as well. Posted by Picasa


M.E Ellis said...

Awww that's a cool story!

Bless your gramps!


Merle said...

Hi Zac ~~ Nice post and a great celebration for you and Grampa (he is my
brother) It was good for you all to be there together. Take care, Merle.
Hi Peter.

Marcus said...

G'day Zac
I put this in my comments box in response to your request but thought I'd add it here too so it's easy for you to find.

Yeah the school have given me access to a computer in the canteen.I don't have my email access here though.

The game is called concquer the world. Draw a big circle on the ground/in the sand and cut it up like a pie with 8, 10 or 12 pieces. Each slice is a country, the kids name them. The middle is a small circle labelled U.N.

Everyone stands on their land.

A tennis ball is thrown up and one of the countries is called out. The ball has to land in the big circle, can't be ditched miles away.

Everyone takes off except the one who's country is called. They grab the ball and yell stop at which point everyone else stops.

The player with the ball is allowed three running steps or jumps to get close to someone. Then they throw the ball. If they hit a player they get to take some of that player's land, if they miss, the player they were aiming at gets to take some of theirs.

Standing in their own land the person uses a stick to trace out as much land as they can in one continous drawing motion. They can't move their feet or put their hand down while taking land.

This new land is labelled theirs.
Strategically this enables you to stand closer to other people's land when your taking it.

The player who lost their land then throws the ball up for the next round calling out a country.
You can't call out your own country.
Once a player's land is all taken they're out of the game. (seldom happens)
The object is to get as much land as you can.

Sort of flies counter to the Fusion/Christian ethos but it's just a game and kids generally love it!

Hope all that makes sense. It's perfect on a sandy beach, they don't have many of those in England!

Is the "fun" personal, work related, kid related, _____ related?

May not be able to talk to you until I get home on Monday but if it's urgent try and let me know and I'll see what I can do.

Love you too.


Peter said...

Hi Zac, I'm pleased to say I'm fully recovered now, love that luggage.

Marcus, I've gotta stop doing this it's getting too easy, did you mean conquer????

Jon Cox said...

Hahaha! Oh wow!!! What a surprise!! Wonderful blog as well! :o)

jayne said...

hey,just to answer your question about April,yeah it is April from Busso.April Kara - such a star she is!!her family were one of my adopted families while i was in busso - amazing family!had many adopted parents over there who fed me loads - amazin!ha ha!lookin after the random irish chick!

Jacqui said...

That's such a great story Zac, didn't know the bit about the unclaimed luggage though, you are so much your father's son.
I do love the way you write, love you too nana