Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Sunday Selections # 349

Welcome back to Sunday Selections.

Begun way back in the mist of time by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock and now continued by me, with a drastic relaxation of rules.


Originally meant for showcasing old photos lost on your files, never seeing the light of day, the meme has morphed into photos of your choice, new or old, good or not-so-good, anything you please, but nothing rude please.


If you are participating, please leave me a comment so I can buzz along and have a look.
Elephant's Child always participates, and her pictures are always worth seeing.


It's bottle-brush season here again>>

and they are everywhere. everywhere I say! Aaatchooo!

the fence surrounding the local MacDonald's carpark is looking nice

remember the foundation poured on the corner block near K's house? We all decided it was a very big house. Turns out it isn't. This is the back of the construction,

and this is the front. Four townhouses are being built, two storey.

here is the front again from the other end.

And this is what they will look like>>

house-garage, garage-house; small gap, house-garage, garage-house.
Modern, but not too bad looking, rather nice in fact.

the Lemon Verbena I trimmed so drastically has made a remarkable comeback; you might remember a few Sundays ago I showed new leaves beginning. These are all on the right hand side,

and on the left where the branches were all so very dead, new growth coming straight from the trunk,
and a bit lower down>>

Look at that! I'll need to trim off that broken bit before someone stabs herself in the hip with it, but I'd say the little tree is well on the way to recovery 😎

What's this in my newly opened tin of Milo?

Huh. Cricket collector cards. I never look at the label on my Milo, just grab the size I always buy and toss it in my basket. Not a trolley, not a cart, just a little hand-basket.
 


Lastly>>

Lola, enjoying Angel's big scratching tower.
 
 
 
 
 
 


 
 
 
 

Friday, October 13, 2017

Wednesday's Words on a Friday

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write, a story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.


This month the words are supplied by Cindi and can be found here.


This week's words are:


1. electricity
2. grief
3. laboratory
4. slaughterhouse
5. kiss
6. amuse

and/or:

1. melancholy
2. murder
3. ravine
4. laugh
5. sensations
6. violent

here is my story:

 The murder scene resembled a slaughterhouse, one of the older style ones, before hoses and drains became commonplace in such places. Blood pooled on most of the floor and splattered the walls clear up to the ceiling, with a few drops hanging from the ceiling fan. This had been a violent act indeed. The small window separating the room from the laboratory next door was smeared as if someone had swiped a bloody hand across the glass. A streak along the floor under that window and stretching to an outer door indicated the killer had dragged the bodies that way. 

Officer Landry shone his torch along the doorjamb until he found a light switch, he flicked it on and wasn't at all surprised to find there was no electricity. It followed the killer's pattern of cutting all wires leading into the building. He either knew his way around the building, or used some type of infra red lamp, perhaps night vision goggles, to find his victims. He radioed the team waiting outside to search the perimeter for the painted-in-blood kiss and the tape recorder with a maniacal laugh that this horrific offender always left behind.


Always just a generic available-anywhere type of recorder, no fingerprints, no speech, just the laugh. They couldn't get any voice recognition from that. Officer Landry's grief at yet more good citizens meeting this terrible fate shook him to his core. Somewhere, sometime, this murderer would make a mistake, drop something, leave a footprint or fingerprint and then there would be some way to track him down. 


He wondered what sensations the killer felt each time he did this. Did he find amusement in being 'smarter' than his victims? Did he suffer melancholy when coming down from such a 'high'? Did he then drop into a ravine of deep depression that could only be relieved by another kill?


The general consensus of his team was they needed to catch this man and the sooner the better. A sudden tiny noise caused Officer Landry to hold up his hand and shush the team. A soft knocking came from inside the darkened laboratory beyond the blood soaked room. Officer Landry eased open the door with his latex-gloved hand and listened for a moment. "Is anybody in here?" he said quietly. More soft knocking led him to a cabinet under the sink, where a laboratory assistant was hiding. 

The poor young fellow had wet his pants with fear and cried all the way to the police station. He continued to shake violently even after being wrapped in a warm blanket and given a cup of hot coffee. He wasn't on the roster for tonight, had stopped in hoping for a few extra hours to help cover his rent. 

"That's probably the only reason you're still alive," said Officer Landry. This killer usually knows exactly how many people are in whichever building he's targeted. "We may have just caught the break we need, thanks to you."

 

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Whimsical Wednesday # 300

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 love Calvin and Hobbes is pretty cute too 😎
 

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Sunday Selections # 348

Welcome back to Sunday Selections.

Begun way back in the mist of time by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock and now continued by me, with a drastic relaxation of rules.


Originally meant for showcasing old photos lost on your files, never seeing the light of day, the meme has morphed into photos of your choice, new or old, good or not-so-good, anything you please, but nothing rude please.


If you are participating, please leave me a comment so I can buzz along and have a look.
Elephant's Child always participates, and her pictures are always worth seeing.


let's begin with some pretty rain-filled clouds:

I snapped these while waiting for a bus

something I do a lot of these days

waiting for a bus, that is

plenty of rain in those clouds, but they moved on without dropping any on us.

In the city,

I saw this 'Darling building', which I agree is just darling 😎

and then this, which is much less attractive, in my eyes anyway

but what's this?

a bit odd looking, wonder what it is?

apartments? offices? we may never know, sure is a lot of windows though. Student accommodation? In teeny tiny rooms?

let's finish with Lola:

who turned that light on? leave me alone,

I'm so sleepy.

this was a surprise>>>

I heard her run into the bathroom as I turned on the tap and expected her to jump up to the basin for a drink, then I heard her lapping up water and turned to see her, head down, bum up, drinking like she'd been dying of thirst.
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 

Friday, October 6, 2017

Wednesday's Words on a Friday

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write, a story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.


This month the words are supplied by Cindi and can be found here.


This week's words are:


1. forgotten
2. sorrow
3. rustling
4. darkness
5. unbroken
6. window

and/or:

1. perched
2. grim
3. beast
4. soul
5. disaster
6. ominous

Here is my story:

 Standing in the near darkness, looking at the one unbroken window of the derelict old house as the setting sun was reflected in it. Behind her, the ocean and its long pier were suddenly bathed in deep gold. A single caw drew her attention to the lone crow perched on the ridge of the roof. 

A breeze stirred the air, rustling the dry leaves of the oak tree, leaves that had already begun to fall whispered their way to the ground. She shivered as the air grew colder, forgetting momentarily that she was now dead and shouldn't feel anything, but being dead was still so new. 


The day had begun so innocently, walking along the sand, listening to the brass band playing in the town square, deciding to climb up for a closer look at the burnt out farmhouse. Wanting to see inside, having no sense of the disaster about to befall her. 


Starting up the stairs until she realised they went nowhere,  the upper floor having fallen as it burnt, she turned to go down again and her boot caught in a cracked step. She tumbled, head over heels to the floor, knocking her head on the flagstone floor. Just a little knock, surely that couldn't have killed her? 


Her sorrow as she stumbled to her feet, seeing her body still lying on the floor, as if forgotten. Glancing at the now ominous shadows inside the house, wondering if the grim reaper, that beast from hell, was coming for her soul. But nothing stirred and as she stepped back outside to look again at the house which was now her grave, she noticed her boots no longer echoed on the flagstone floor.


She wondered how soon someone might miss her and come searching. She had told no one where she was going this morning. Would anyone be able to see her now that she was a ghost? Did she still hold onto her soul? Or was that gone too?

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Whimsical Wednesday # 299

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.


 

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Calendar Tuesday # 10

Welcome back to Calendar Tuesday, which only happens once a month, on the first Tuesday.

Beginning with Violent Veg:

Someone call 999 my knob is melting!

Next, Life of Teddy:

Even Teddies enjoy riding in the park.

finally, Suzy Toronto:

and here is what Suzy has to say:

Life is like a Puzzle with some of the pieces missing.

Sometimes life is just like a puzzle, full of exciting colours and shapes that piece together the magnificently orchestrated masterpiece before us. But then, right in the middle of our electrifying progress, we suddenly discover that the most critical pieces are missing. The whole idea is frustrating beyond belief! It can seem like the whole landscape of our lives is destined to be unfinished...ruining the composition along with any chance of it ever being complete.

It's easy to get frantic and try to fill in the blanks. At times it's even tempting to try forcing the proverbial square peg into a round hole. But what if those missing pieces were actually opportunities waiting to be fulfilled in new and ingenious ways?
What if life is cryptically offering us the chance to paint the picture in our own unique way?

Looking at it from this new perspective, the challenge becomes fun and we can look forward with anticipation to those wide-open spaces...the ones that allow us to create a life we've always wanted...a life truly worth loving.