Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Angel update

You'll all be pleased to hear that Angel's claw wound is completely healed and the hair is beginning to grow back over it.

Yesterday I witnessed him hissing like a wild cat at his 'friend' from across the driveway, when the friend wanted to join him on our front porch.

Usually they will share the sunny porch, but stay at opposite ends, so I think perhaps B was the one who lost his claw in Angel's shoulder.

Whimsical Wednesday # 241

Welcome back to Whimsical Wednesday!

The day for your googled giggle that gets you over the hump that is Wednesday and sliding down into the weekend.

"I feel sometimes the walls move..."
"Do you drink coffee?"

I think I've posted this one before.

Monday, August 22, 2016

Musical Monday #114

Musical Monday

I was introduced to Musical Monday by Delores who copied the meme from another site.

I think it’s a fun way to show off some of the music we like and brighten up our Mondays at the same time. 

I’ll be finding my clips on you tube, so will simply credit that site since there are often so many versions of everything and I wouldn’t want to accidentally credit the wrong artist.

Today’s clip is: Matraca Berg and friends

Back In The Saddle

same song, different video:

some mighty fine cowboys here :)

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Sunday Selections # 290

Welcome back to Sunday Selections!

This once-a- week-meme was originally begun by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock, as a way to showcase some of the many photos we all take, but don't get around to showing on our blogs.

The rules are very simple:-
1. post photos of your choice, old or new, under the Sunday Selections title
2. link back to me, River, somewhere in your post
3. leave me a comment so that I know you've joined in and can come over and see what you've posted.
4. hop on over to Elephant’s Child to see more of her wonderful photos.
I usually go with a theme for my Sunday Selections and this week I'm featuring a few things seen in town recently. 
The event was SALA, South Australian Local Artists, which goes for several days (weeks?) and around town there are exhibitions of local artists work to be seen. I photographed the following exhibits in Victoria Square.

I'd love to have this setting in my backyard. If I had a back yard.

this one too.

I love stuff like this!

here's that first one again.

this colourful pig,

is called a War Boar 

and is covered in whimsical flowers and faces,

and inspirational messages.

a little cross eyed, but he seems happy.

A Bus Full of Art, so of course I went in for a look-see.

the seats have been retained along one side, to hold paintings from various artists. The name of each artist is on each seat.

on the other side, seats have been removed to allow larger paintings to be hung. I asked and was granted, permission to photograph everything.

this was/is my favourite. If I'd had enough money I would have carried it home to hang in my lounge room. The angle doesn't do it justice, I should have stood directly facing it.

All of the pieces shown here were for sale at quite high, but fair, prices.

Friday, August 19, 2016

Wednesday's Words on a Friday

On Wednesdays, assorted people have been taking monthly turns at putting up a selection of words which is called “Words for Wednesday”.

We have taken over this meme from Delores, who had been having computer problems.
This month the meme continues here, at Hannah’s blog

Essentially the aim is to encourage us to write.   

Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or images.   What we do with those prompts is up to us:  a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or treating them with ignore...
Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog.  We would really like it if as many people as possible joined in with this fun meme.
If you are posting on your own blog - let us know so that we can come along and read your masterpiece.
I’m hopeless at poetry so I always do a story.

It’s a fun challenge…why not join in?

This week's words are:

1. whimsy
2. shadows
3. fluttering
4. untied
5. ice cubes
6. sunbeams

also this image :
which I wasn't able to use :(

Here is my short story:

 We all sat around on the grass leading down to the dock, some of us in lawn chairs in the shadows, the younger kids running around throwing ice cubes at each other. 

We were waiting for Uncle Ben and Aunty Kath. They'd bought a houseboat and had her refitted, repainted and renamed; their plan was to run her up and down as many rivers as they could, using up their retirement years. Today was the day the new name was to be unveiled.

There'd been a barbecue lunch earlier and a blustery breeze had set the jaunty banners fluttering, where they were strung across the roof of the boat. She was a grand old thing, with berths for six, so when they came to visit whichever one of us was nearest to whatever river they were on, grandkids, nieces and nephews could take turns sleeping on the river. 

Most of us lived near one or other of the major rivers, using the water to irrigate our veggie beds and fruit orchards. We'd all been river people all our lives, not a single one of us had any urge to move to the city or the outback. 

The sun was beginning to set and sunbeams speared through clouds gathering on the horizon, before Uncle Ben and Aunty Kath arrived. 

We called everyone together and moved to the end of the dock where Uncle Ben, with a flourish, untied the banner covering her new name.

And there it was, in fancy lettering, teal with gold edging, "The Whimsy." We all cheered and laughed, remembering the day Aunty Kath had ranted about "Ben's latest crazy whim", then when she saw the boat she had been as smitten as he was about spending their retirement on the rivers they both loved.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Thursday Thoughts # 95

quotes: (not from books)

Transvestite: a guy who likes to eat, drink and be Mary (author unknown)

My mind works like lightning, one brilliant flash and it is gone (Maxine)

My idea of a Super bowl is a toilet that cleans itself (Maxine)

Definition of a teenager: God's punishment for enjoying sex 

As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters never point the wrong way.

Today's Thought:

Angel had a few "off" days recently, I watched him closely, but didn't go racing off to the vet, mostly because man-handling him into the carrier is a job I'd rather not do if it isn't necessary.

He was lethargic, reluctant to move and ducking away when I tried to pat him. Off his food too. So I kept an eye on him, sat beside him and spoke to him a lot. 
He had no fever, or at least no obvious fever, no bad smell, and his eyes were clear and bright still.

After a couple of days, he came to me for pats and cuddles which I gave him very carefully as he was still flinching when I touched his ribs and his right shoulder. One more day and I was able to gently feel around on that shoulder and discovered something embedded in the soft area between neck and shoulder, just above the bone. It was beginning to work its way out, so I nudged it with my thumb a couple of times, then he raced off. 
A clear message to me to leave it alone.

This continued for a couple of days, then when I was nudging the embedded 'something', I noticed it was out far enough for me to get a good grip and yank it out. I told Angel what I was about to do, told him it would hurt, but he would feel better after, then I yanked. 
He lay still and let me do it!
He's such a trusting cat, he knows I wouldn't hurt him unnecessarily.
I'm not sure what I pulled out, I suspect it was a claw from another cat. Certainly it felt too soft to be a rose thorn.
Angel straight away began licking at the wound and then left it alone for a couple of days and it was fine. Seemed to be healing nicely.

Monday, I came home and found he'd been over grooming at the area, there was a space about an inch around the puncture with no hair left. I'm guessing it was at the stage where a healing wound begins to itch. There was no discharge, no smell and he was otherwise behaving normally, even getting between me and my keyboard demanding belly rubs again. 
So I'll just be keeping an eye on the spot to be sure it is healing.

You may be able to make out the pink of bare skin just above the shadow there. Under the strands of damp hair is the puncture wound, I didn't want to push the hair aside, Angel was already reluctant to have the camera this close. 

It doesn't look inflamed at all, and he isn't in pain since I yanked out the 'something', so I think I'm safe saying all will be well.

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

WEP Challenge for August

I'm participating, for the second time, in the WEP challenge.
WEP? Write, Edit, Publish. 

Hosted by Denise Covey and Yolanda Renee, all the information, rules and timing etc, can be found here and it may not be too late to sign up if you hurry.
Entries should be 1000 words or less, mine is considerably less at just under 500, and the theme for August is Gardens.

Saying goodbye to the Garden

They were sad to be leaving the home they had lived in and loved for sixty years, but the time had come to move to a smaller place. Joe could no longer manage the care of such a large garden and Hannah could no longer climb the stairs to the second floor.

On this final early morning, for the very last time, they held hands and strolled through their gardens as the sun rose, tinting everything pink and gold briefly, then revealing the rainbow palette they had planted so long ago.

The front yard had been transformed from a weedy patch to a cottage garden very similar to the one Hannah remembered her grandmother had. Every pretty plant was scented to attract bees and butterflies, who would then, hopefully, continue buzzing around to the side yard where a small forest of fruit trees and grape vines awaited pollination. The delicate blossoms of apple, cherry and plum trees promised a bountiful harvest. In years past, many jars of jam had been made and sold at county fairs, school fetes, garage sales. 

Walking through the backyard, they heard the gentle tinkle of the fountain, watched the iridescent dragonflies darting among the dewdrops. They each remembered the many other walks they had taken in the past, when moonglow shone gently on the rosebeds and stardust sparkled in their eyes. Hannah remembered Joe bringing home the first rose cuttings, given by his best friend Darryl when Joe had helped with the pruning one year.

The cuttings had been mostly reds and pinks, but the rosebeds, which curved around the edges of the large lawn, now showed off a sweeping vista from whites, to creams, to yellows, into the softer pinky yellows, then came the pinks and reds. 
Oh, the parties that lawn had seen! 
Christenings, birthdays, weddings, almost every family milestone had been celebrated here.

A favourite spot was the junction of south and western fences, where a raised bed had been filled with evening primrose, right where the moon would shine as it rose and the blossoms would glow; Hannah and Joe had often lingered at the dining table to watch as the moon lit that corner so beautifully.

Further along the south fence, a three-sided structure covered in star jasmine hid the garbage bins and the small shed where the gardening tools were kept.

As they rounded the last bend in the path, their thoughts lingering in the past, they heard the crunch of tyres on gravel. Their oldest daughter, Zoe, had arrived. Time now to load the suitcases into the car and head on to the pretty retirement village near Zoe's home.

As they drove away, their last sight was the large For Sale sign attached now to the front fence.

FCA = Full Critique Acceptable
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