Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Sunday Selections # 187

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 TheElephant’s Child to see more of her wonderful photos.

Kath and Andrew often join in.
There are a couple of other participants too:
Jackie K at WorkingThrough It

I usually go with a theme for my Sunday Selections and this week I'm continuing with some photos of my day at the Gorge Wildlife Park with J and J.
This week I'm featuring some of the birds, many of which were uncaged, roaming free.

this cheeky fellow was determined to get everyone's attention.

while this one preferred to stay way up high

I see you down there

what's that? you want me to come down?

I love their yellow crests, these are our Sulphur Crested Cockatoos.

Here is a Corella getting a good scratch from J

Corellas are the ones with pink around the eyes and on their chests.

here is one of the many cheeky Galahs that were everywhere.

same bird, "dancing" for us. often enough these birds have learned to dance, if you say to them "dance cocky, dance cocky", they will bob up and down and shift along the branches as they do so.

five Galahs against the soft green of a she-oak tree.

a closer look.

Galahs mingling happily with some ducks.

I love their pink and grey colouring.

Cockies are quite destructive birds however and do a lot of damage to wooden structures such as verandas and fences, also cause a lot of trouble to farmers when giant flocks of them descend on the crops.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Angel has been banished

Temporarily of course. 
He's understandably upset and confused, I can hear that in his miaowing, but I have good reason.

You've all seen his wonderfully bushy tail, and this is where the problem is. 

Angel has somehow managed to get a blob of soft poo stuck in those tail hairs, right up near his body.
He's been trying to clean himself, but won't let me help by washing the area.

I can't have him sleeping, or even lying, on my pillows, (his favourite place), or on the couch, until he is clean again, so I shooed him outside to the back porch. I certainly can't have him up on the table until he is clean.
I put his water and food bowls out there, and his litter tray too.

Then I dropped a few "greenies" into his bowl. They are a dental aid treat for cats and he loves them, so while he crunched away I lifted his tail and did a very quick "finger comb" of the area.

Oh yuk!!

It helped, I removed quite a large blob before he turned on me, so I left him to it and went to scrub my hands. Several times I scrubbed. I think I removed a layer of skin.

I left him for an hour, then took out a couple more "greenies" and a wet flannel. While he crunched, I lifted his tail and washed as much as I could as quickly as I could.
Then I went back inside and removed another layer of my skin.

He is still out there, I took advantage of the situation to get the house vacuumed without him dashing about chasing the brush head. 
I think if I leave him for the rest of the afternoon that will give him time to get himself cleaned up and I'll do another quick wash, if he lets me, before I allow him back inside. 

He's probably going to be angry with me for shutting him out, but I don't see any other solution

It's a very warm, sunny day and if I leave the doors propped open he would spend most of the day out there voluntarily anyway and he seems to have settled down, he's not miaowing or scratching at the door right now.

Angel's Antics

There won't be many more of these Angel's Antics Saturdays.

These photos are from several weeks ago and I just don't have any new ones where he is doing more than sleeping in the sun or on my bed.

there's that whirlpool again, how does she do that?

I like this box Mum, can I keep it?

it's got lots of lovely smells.

if I wait here long enough maybe that spider will come back and I can play with it again.
(he waited in vain, I'd killed the spider)

Friday, August 29, 2014

Wednesday's Words on a Friday

On Wednesdays, Delores, from Under The Porch Light, has a meme which she calls

“Words for Wednesday”.

She puts up a selection of six words which we then use in a short story, or a poem.

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. infiltrate
2. splendid
3. gastronomic
4. chipped
5. dither
6. tankard

we also have a rhyming selection:

1. infringed
2. impinged (there's a word you don't hear often)
3. unhinged (me, after trying to include impinged in a story)
4. whinged
5. singed
6. cringed 

Here is my story:

I had to face facts.  When it came to her business, or more correctly, a challenge to her business, my sweet wife turned into a bit of a bully. 

Yesterday, I'd been sitting peacefully in the sunshine, sipping iced tea from my favourite chipped tankard, (it had been my grandfather's), when she'd stormed through the house and out into the yard, demanding that I "do something, Terry!"

I'd had no idea whatsoever that something had been brewing away in her pretty head, but it was immediately clear that if I didn't "do something" she was going to come unhinged. Mentally. 

She stomped and whinged as I cringed, ever so slightly, and hoped she hadn't noticed.

My darling Patricia had owned and run the local bakery -Patty's Perfect Pastries- for many years now and business had been excellent. Patty had a real knack with pastries and cakes and her reputation had spread far. 

Many people came from the surrounding towns and farms to place orders for business lunches, birthday parties, even a couple of weddings had been catered for.  

Walk-in-off-the-street trade had been good too, pies and pasties for lunches, tarts for afternoon teas, croissants for Sunday breakfasts, all sold in decent amounts daily. 

But now competition had reared its ugly head. A new challenger was on the scene. And people were buying there instead of from Patty's. 

Gabrielle's Gastronomic Garden had opened with great fanfare last week and made quite a splash in the town. Gabrielle had bought and renovated the burnt out nursery, turned the display building into a kitchen and cafe and used the grounds to create small themed eating areas. Rumours flew about the town quicker than you could say "pssst! have you heard?"

Gabrielle's gastronomic fare was simply splendid! Her cakes were lighter than air, her pastries simply melted in your mouth!

Now, Patty was demanding I stop dithering about and get myself down there. Infiltrate somehow and find out Gabrielle's secrets. 

What did Patty think I was? A spy? I had never infringed upon anyone's business before, what made Patty think I could do so now? I was the mild mannered school nerd type.

But it was clear, I had to try something. Patty had been so distracted thinking of Gabrielle and her recipes, that she had singed an entire order of tarts early this morning. 

Gabrielle's business had impinged upon Patty's and life would no longer be easy for me if I didn't at least try to "do something!" 

Reminding Patty that the town had grown significantly in the last decade and could easily handle another bakery did absolutely nothing to calm her down, although time would more than likely prove me right. 

I placated Patty with a promise of applying for a job in Gabrielle's kitchen; maybe I could sneak a look at a recipe or three; at the very least I could watch her methods and see if she did things in any significantly different ways. 

So here I was, resume in hand, staring at the lovely ancient wrought iron gates, giving myself the mental kick start I needed to approach the tiny office adjoining the cafe, where I would apply as dishwasher and/or waiter, whichever Gabrielle had need of. 

I had my own dilemma to solve. If I was successful in gaining employment with Gabrielle, who would I be loyal to? 

Gabrielle, by keeping any secrets she might have regarding recipes and methods?            Or Patty? By stealing recipes from Gabrielle? 

I hoped Gabrielle would turn down my application.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Thursday Thoughts

I haven't had much going through my head this week.
I still have moments where I suddenly feel incredibly sleepy. Sunday night for instance, the TV was on and I was doing a code-cracker puzzle, feeling a bit sleepy, yawning, then suddenly I was waking up and thinking I should go to bed. Turned off the TV and went to bed, don't remember falling asleep there at all, just woke up next morning to find the puzzle book open on the table with a puzzle unfinished.

It's new Ikea catalogue month again, advertisements on TV telling people to cover up their "no junk mail" stickers if they want an Ikea catalogue dropped into their mailbox.
Hah! That didn't work for me last year.
I covered my sticker with duct tape and even sent an email saying that I lived in a block of flats but would still like a catalogue, gave them my address and received an email in reply stating that I would definitely receive a catalogue.
I didn't. 

So last Monday, I was going to Ikea to buy a birthday present for my great-nephew who will be one year old in a couple of weeks, and decided that I would pick up a catalogue while I'm there.
I didn't. 
Had a quick look for one before heading to the cafe section before shopping, but couldn't see any, so made a mental note to ask for a catalogue when checking out.
I didn't.
Completely forgot.

Should I email and request one?  That didn't work last year...
I could flip through the catalogue online, but that's not as much fun as having real pages to turn and make notes on.

Here's another problem I'm facing since recovering from the flu. 
I just don't want to.
I've had several meals from the freezer, and I've eaten things like scrambled eggs on toast, baked beans on toast, pancakes, toasted sandwiches. None of which is truly satisfying when I want steak and a baked potato, or a roast chicken dinner.
If only I felt in the mood to cook. 
I know I will eventually, I just hope it happens sooner rather than later.

Now take note of my previous sentence. See that? "...sooner rather than later." 
"than", not "then".
than is the correct word, yet time and again I see then used in its place.
And I cringe every time.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Whimsical Wednesday # 138

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.

Today's giggle hasn't been googled, it came to me via email.

Railway carriage bridge.
I think this is a great way to use an old railway carriage!

Monday, August 25, 2014

Musical Monday # 22

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: Elton John

I'm Still Standing 
an oldie, but a goodie, gets your fingers tapping.

and here's the lyrics, mostly for me, since I never did learn the words properly.