Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Monday, August 3, 2015

Monday Musings

There's a bit of talk in the news and newspapers about changing South Australia's time zone
We've been through this sort of talk before and nothing came of it. 
Seems governments drag it up every time they want the public focused on something, so whatever else they're up to can be done unnoticed in the background.

I don't agree with changing our time zone. Our state is wide enough to deserve its own zone, with Western Australia also having its own time zone.
Heaven knows the whole country is wide enough!
"They" say turning our clocks forward to be in line with the Eastern states will be good for businesses and the economy.
"I" say wrong!

All that needs to happen is businesses working to an Interstate or International time table. That means working a different schedule than the nine to five they're used to. 

Other countries all over the world seem to manage just fine without changing their time zones, we should be able to do the same. 

Maybe that means some businesses have to work overnight, or from late afternoon to midnight, or perhaps midnight to morning.
Some places could hire more staff (bye-bye unemployment) and have shifts working around the clock (if necessary). 
In this case it would be important to forget the penalty rate, since no one would actually be working overtime, simply doing their eight hour shift.

So what are your thoughts on this? 
Should Australia copy the rest of the business world and work when other countries are "open for business"?
Or do we continue to sleep all night while overseas companies are trying and failing to get hold of us?

How does changing the South Australian time zone benefit anyone except the few politicians in the East who think we should join them? And how does it benefit them anyway?

Our own Jay Weatherill thinks we should change our clocks to be more in line with Asia, because we are closer to them and a lot of our business dealings are with Asia, whether it's China, Japan or wherever. 
I still don't see the point. 
Change the business practices, not the clocks.

I don't see our SA businesses benefiting by changing the clock. 
It would be like year round daylight saving, and do our businesses benefit from that? 
Of course not. 
They still shut down completely when the clocks say 5pm.
And lose out on Interstate or International commerce because of it.  
Just like they do in the Eastern States, where they also shut down offices and go home at 5pm.

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Sunday Selections # 235




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.
  Andrew often joins in too.

I usually go with a theme for my Sunday Selections and this week I will show you how things are settling and beginning to grow in my garden.

You'll notice there are still plenty of bare patches, I hope those will get filled by the succulents as they spread, although that will take a couple of seasons. The waiting is the hard part.

Aeonium, short black. well, that's what the label says.

Aeonium black rose. this is a taller variety and I have several cuttings from a neighbour.

Aeonium blushing beauty on the left, this will develop more pink on its leaves as the weather warms, another short black on the right.

This taller green Aeonium belongs to my neighbour P, I have several cuttings the same, but not from this plant.

This is the flower which will eventually appear on my green Aeoniums. Pretty stunning eh?

This is Angel,

enjoying the sights and smells of the great outdoors; behind him you can see how well my jades are doing.

I love the leaf colour on the coprosma; I have two, these have been a bit slow to get started, they're just about double the size from planting. I hope they'll make faster progress in spring and summer.

The chooks, Harry and Henry, are still happily pecking and watching the world go by; they seem to have lost their feet in the mulch.

Looks like there'll be a good show of bluebells this season; the fine strappy leaves just behind to the left are starflowers.

My dusty millers have doubled in size, I'd like a couple more of these.

This is the overgrown echeveria given to me by neighbour T, I have the pot propping it up, once it is better established, I'll take cuttings from it and fill my porch with pots.
Looking down into the pot there......

I'm not getting over-excited about this just yet, but I do believe it is a baby apricot tree. Out of the dozens of seeds I planted, finally, one tree.

Two more echeverias, un-named, the label just reads gardeners choice, the ruffly one does also have 'fancy-leaf' on the label. They will each grow to be about 30cm across before they set "pups"

This miniature echeveria is only 6cm across and will eventually reach 10cm, then set pups and form a mound of rosettes eventually.

Echeveria black prince is harder to see against the mulch, it will grow to 15cm.

Grape hyacinths have begun to appear

The first kangaroo paw of the season. I've been waiting for these, my daughter's have been blooming for a couple of weeks now.

I'm happy with the grevilleas this year, last year they each had only one or two tiny flowers at a time, this one now has a half dozen just like that one above.

This is Senecio blue chalk sticks, it will spread and wind through the garden for a couple of metres, I have three pieces.

Sedum jelly beans, the smaller right side is all new growth.

Sedum gold mound is a small leaf groundcover, should reach a couple of metres in all directions. There is a smaller green one which isn't doing so well.

Another cutting from T, I don't know what it is, but I have several of them.

Also unknown to me, but look, it's growing. See the tiny new yellow tips? Right on top there.

I still have cuttings on the porch, I'm going to leave these here to overgrow the pot.

And now for the latest additions....a couple of cheeky miners have found their way to my patch.

So cute. They need names....I'm thinking Paddy and Mike.
























Friday, July 31, 2015

Wednesday's Words on a Friday



On Wednesdays, Elephant’s Child has been putting up a selection of six (or twelve) words which is called “Words for Wednesday”.
She had taken over this meme from Delores, who is gradually retiring from the blogging world.
This month the meme continues here, at Drifting Through Life

Next month the words will be provided by Jacqueline who writes at Randomosity

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 an image.   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.  I would really like it if as many people as possible joined into this fun meme.   
If you are posting on your own blog - let me know so that I, and other participants, can come along and applaud.
 
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. normally
2. dysfunctional
3. mullioned
4. hurricane
5. fry-cook
6. viewing
and/or
1. whimper
2. projector
3. chef
4. knucklebone
5. bungalow
6. unexposed

Here is my story: 

My Uncle Hugh Rowland clung to life for several weeks, during which his sons and I visited daily and my mother a few times a week. When the day finally came that he drew his last breath, he went peacefully, with my mother, Olivia, holding his hands.

The funeral was a quiet affair, tears were shed, but people generally spoke of the good life he had led, the good he’d done, there was no mention at all of the early dysfunctional years when the family had been torn asunder, anger and accusations on both sides, with Uncle Hugh’s own uncle, Francis, declaring he never wanted to see any of them again. He’d left town the very next day, taking his wife and two children. Hugh had been six years old, his cousin, Edward, seven, almost eight. 

The lawyer was present at the reading of the will, and when the cheques had been presented to the recipients, a small projector and a roll of slides were handed to me. A roll of unexposed film was also given with instructions to get it developed as soon as I could. I invited the family to join me in viewing the slides once the housekeeper had said her goodbyes and left.
The roll of film would have to wait until I had it developed.
 
The first slide showed a small stone bungalow with mullioned windows, the home of Uncle Hugh’s grandparents, his father, Hugh senior and the long-lost brother, Francis. 
The boys could be seen standing on the porch, Francis being a shorter, younger copy of Hugh. 
They’d been good friends growing up, with problems not beginning until Francis’s wife underwent a sudden personality change. Francis refused to see it. 

The rest of the slides were of the boys birthdays, graduations and weddings, then there were pictures of babies as they were born. Francis’s son Edward, Hugh’s son, Hugh junior, Francis’s daughter, Molly. Finally, years after losing hope of more children, my mother Olivia had been born. 
By this time, Francis and his small family had been long gone. 
There’d been no letters, no phone calls; no one knew where they were, until one day, out of the blue, a letter arrived, addressed to Hugh Junior. It had an Alaskan postmark and contained a photo of baby Molly, now grown, in her wedding gown, with her brand new husband, Jake Raven. 
It bore no return address, simply stating Edward Rowland on the back of the envelope.
Molly had been training to be a chef, and met Jake while he was moonlighting as a fry-cook, earning money to pay for his mountain rescue training.

Uncle Hugh had consulted his wife, Elizabeth, and they had decided Hugh should travel to the town where the letter had been postmarked. Perhaps a lead would present itself and his cousins Edward and Molly could be found. He took Molly’s wedding photo with him.

*There's more, but I think this is a good stopping point :)

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Thursday Thoughts # 57


from Carved in Bone, a Body Farm novel by Jefferson Bass
 
"I picked up the hunting knife with my left hand and tested its heft, then shifted it to my right hand to compare. Golfing and batting, I'm a lefty, but I grade papers and dial phone numbers with my right. The knife felt more at home there, too. Okay, I thought, add 'stabbing' to the list of right-handed activities."

"Couldn't you have just put it in an autoclave, wrapped in some paper towels?"
"Sure. But where's the fun in that? It's not every guy who gets to play with fire on the job."
"Are you never going to grow up?"
"I sure hope not. My childlike immaturity's the only thing standing between me  and a major mid-life crisis."


Today's Thoughts:


We all know I like to look at the Real Estate pages, although lately I look at some of those homes and wonder just how "real" these estates are. 
I like to look at the big$$$ homes, see how the other half lives. There's been quite a few recently that are so big my entire flat could fit into the dining area alone. 

Sigh. So much space.  
Then I think about the cleaning of all those giant windows and miles of floors and turn the page.

but last Saturday, this one description caught my eye: 

Let's read that a little more closely.
"Upon entry from the front porch is a living room, which has two bedrooms....."
Huh.
Would you buy a house that has two bedrooms in the living room?
Not me either.

Last week, I'd been somewhere away from home and was waiting at the bus stop to get back to the city, to catch the next bus to my suburb. While I waited, a police car with red and blue flashing lights sped past, followed a few minutes later by another one, then an unmarked station wagon, also with (interior) red and blue lights flashing, a few minutes later another police car, the regular black and white kind again. A helicopter was circling above, clearly following something or somebody and just before the bus came, another unmarked sedan, flashing interior red and blue lights came up the road towards us, then hooked a u-turn and went back the other way. The first batch of cars had turned right at the intersection and gone around the block, coming back onto the road I was waiting on and then turned left into a side street and sped off that way. 

I decided to watch the news that evening to see what the heck was going on.
I began with the early news at 4pm, followed up with the not-so-early news at 5pm, then the regular news programs at 6pm. by now I was getting tired of watching all this news without learning anything, so stopped paying close attention. 
Finally I heard the words "stolen car" and "high-speed car chase in ...." and that was all I learned. 

So much action, yet barely a mention on all news programs.  Disappointing :(

Once back in the city, waiting to cross the road with several dozen other people, a short woman right next to me, in the middle of the crowd, lit up a cigarette and blew smoke everywhere! 
Who does that these days?? How inconsiderate!! 
I got a lung full, and was coughing badly by the time I got home. 

So, what's been happening with you?
 

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Words for Wednesday and the next provider



On Wednesdays, Elephant’s Child has been putting up a selection of six (or twelve) words which is called “Words for Wednesday”.

She had taken over this meme from Delores, who is gradually retiring from the blogging world.
This month the meme continues here, at Drifting Through Life

***Next month (August) the words will be provided for us by Jacqueline*** the link is here.

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 an image.   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.  I would really like it if as many people as possible joined into this fun meme.   
If you are posting on your own blog - let me know so that I, and other participants, can come along and applaud.
 
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. normally
2. dysfunctional
3. mullioned
4. hurricane
5. fry-cook
6. viewing
and/or:
1. whimper
2. projector
3. chef
4. knucklebone
5. bungalow
6. unexposed

Let those imaginations loose!