Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Friday, May 6, 2016

Wednesday's Words on a Friday

On Wednesdays, assorted people have been taking monthly turns at putting up a selection of six (or twelve) 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, with words supplied by Mark Koopmans.

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. baseball                              
2. farting
3. yodel
4. glasnost
5. Nancy
6. pen


1. margaretville
2. scissors
3. water
4. chocolate
5. talker
6. zoological


1. vacation
2. shark
3. toboggan
4. orchid
5. realtor
6. iPod

That's quite a challenging selection. I haven't used all the words, some of them may make an appearance in a later story.

Here is my story:

 "Listen up class!"
Mrs. Grundy clapped her hands to get the kids attention.

"The board of education has come up with a new plan for grade six essays.
All of you are to write one word on a piece of paper, and bring it to me. I'll put it in this large cookie jar and give it a good shake up.
Then each of you is to draw out one word and that will be your essay topic for the weekend.
Essays are to be on my table first thing Monday morning.
Everybody understand that?" 

Nods and murmurs from the class indicated they'd understood. 

Betty was heard to say, "This should be interesting. Instead of all of us writing about the same subject, there will be twenty five different essays. How will they grade them?"
"Who cares how they grade them? I just hope some of the boys don't write disgusting words that I might get one of." said Pamela. "Like snot."

Jason and Cameron were sniggering in the corner, not noticing that Mrs Grundy was walking towards them. 

"Right boys," she said. "Hand over those words". They did of course. Mrs Grundy was well known for dishing out a one thousand lines punishment for infractions. 

"Oh my goodness! Cameron! Where did you learn such an awful word?"
"My sister's new boyfriend says it all the time," said Cameron.
"And do you know what it means?" asked Mrs Grundy.
"I think so," said Cameron.
"Well if you're not sure of any word, then don't use it as an essay selection. Just for clarification, this word is not suitable, even if you do know the meaning." She tore the slip of paper into small bits and told Cameron to write a different word.

As each word was placed into the cookie jar, Mrs Grundy read them quietly to herself to be sure they were suitable. A couple of them caused her to frown in the direction of the child who had written it, but she let them drop into the cookie jar.

After the final lesson for the afternoon, each child walked up to the desk and withdrew a word. 

"What happens if we draw our own word, Mrs Grundy?" asked Kathy.
"Whatever word you draw is your essay assignment. If you wrote a word that might prove difficult and then draw it out, that's your assignment and you'll have to make the best of it." said Mrs Grundy.
Kathy's face fell as she read the word she'd drawn. "This is even worse than what I wrote," she said. "How long does this essay have to be?"

"Well now, I forgot to mention that didn't I?" said Mrs Grundy. "Class, every essay must be at least five hundred words. You can write more if you want to, but you must not write less. There is to be no exchanging of words, remember I wrote down what each of you drew out of the cookie jar."

Several faces showed disappointment at this statement and as the dismissal bell rang, the children erupted into the schoolyard, calling to their friends. "What word did you get?"
Various answers filtered back to Mrs Grundy's ears as she cleaned off the blackboard.

"yodel; baseball; scissors, what the heck am I going to write about scissors?;
I got farting! I bet that stinky Bob Wilson put that one in; 

hey Ruby! what did you get? shark, what about you? talker, I'll write about our neighbour who never shuts up.
I got chocolate, said Craig, that's an easy one, I can write all about Easter Eggs.

The voices faded as the children got further away from the classrooms.
toboggan; orchid; glasnost, what the heck is that? I'm going to have to ask my dad..."

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

they assume too much

I'm a little annoyed with my email page. 
I'm with yahoo7 and for years they've sent and delivered my emails satisfactorily, and they still do, but now there's something new.

When I empty my inbox, I get a message saying "your inbox is empty here's some videos for you to watch."

why? What makes 'them' think I want to spend my day watching videos of something I care nothing about?

ditto clearing my "sent" box: "your sent box is empty, here's some videos for you to watch.

No thanks.

Again, with the 'spam' box: "your spam box is empty, here's some videos for you to watch."

Even when I empty the 'trash', I get videos that I might like to watch.

I don't like this new feature at all. I don't watch any of the videos, it just makes me click away from my email page that much faster.
There doesn't seem to be an option for not getting the videos; I'm stuck with seeing them pop up there.

grump grump grump: anyone else annoyed by this?

Whimsical Wednesday # 225

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 think this describes most of us pretty well (*~*)

Tuesday, May 3, 2016


I've been searching for a book I loved to read many years ago. 
New copies are available, but they're too expensive for my budget. 
Seems a bit odd, the book is from the seventies and was a mass produced paperback.

I decided to check Amazon.
They had the book. 
I checked the link for mass produced paperbacks and they have several copies. 
Used, which is fine, ranging from 1cent (acceptable quality) up to...well I didn't check the full listing. 
I selected one for 99cents, listed as good quality.
Conversion to Australian dollars took the price to $1.34.
Headed to checkout, where I discovered shipping and handling would be $33.93!!
Making the total cost of a used mass produced paperback $35.27.

I cancelled the order.
I'll check the local secondhand bookshops, there's a couple in the city I think. I know there used to be a couple in the city.
There's always ebay too.

Purple Rain?

I've just been at you tube listening to Purple Rain by Prince, who died recently.
Going by many people's comments on assorted blogs I read, Purple Rain was one of his most popular songs.

So I thought I'd listen and see what it's all about.
I couldn't listen to even half of it. 
I don't like it and don't see what everyone else sees in it.

Probably I'm too old, the songs are for a younger generation after all.

well that didn't last long

We've just had a mini deluge here. I woke up late, 9.27am according to the bedside clock, and there was sunshine and blue skies.
A few clouds here and there.

I turned on the computer, made hot coffee and a hot water bottle to rest against my aching back and sat in my chair to read blogs.
Angel curled up close to the keyboard so I moved it over close to the wall, so of course he spread out so he could still touch the edge of it, then he suddenly got up and sat at the other end of the table, staring out the door.

A couple of seconds later I heard rain so heavy I thought it was hail; I walked over and looked out the door. 
Nope, just rain. Bucketing down, but just water. Fine with me, I like rain.

I came back and finished my final reply to the previous post and just before I started this one, the rain stopped. 
I'm disappointed. I want more rain. 

Rain means not going out anywhere unless you absolutely have to.

Rain means forget about doing the washing, it won't dry anyway. 
(yes, I have a dryer, but it's a noisy thing and my flat is small, I don't want to listen to it if I don't have to. I have more undies and t-shirts in the drawer, I don't need to wash.)

Rain means the garden will get a drink without me standing out there with the hose. 

Rain means curling up with a good book, or a good TV show.

Rain means time in the kitchen, cooking up yummy cold weather foods.

Rain means no more sweltering heat, at least for a while.

The sky outside is still grey, but the wind has dropped to barely perceptible :(
I prefer the blustery gusts we were getting just before the rain.

I'm having a pyjama day :)

Calendar Tuesday # 5

It’s  May 3rd--time again for Calendar Tuesday, which only happens on the first Tuesday of each month.

We'll start with the May picture on my Country Home Ideas calendar:

I'm not keen on wallpaper, but I love the wing chair.

Next, the Violent Veg Calendar:

"I need to return this has a nasty chip in it."
enlarging the photo will make things clearer.

Now the one you've been waiting for: Suzy Toronto:

and here's what it says:

"there are no limits to the silly things I can accomplish when I'm supposed to be doing something else.

Where does it say in the book of life that absolutely everything we do has to be productive, on task, and worthy of a submission to the book of world records?

Sometimes I think we get so wrapped up in accomplishing absolutely everything on our lists that we forget the tremendous peace and solace we find in the simple things that give our bodies and minds a rest.

We get so wrapped up in the glorification of busyness - slaves to deadlines and electronic dayplanners - that we forget to "pencil in" some time to live a life worth loving.

The truth is that doing it all and being it all is exhausting!

And, strangely enough, the endless scramble ends up making us less productive than if we just slowed down and allowed ourselves to do the things that give our lives joy, fulfillment, and real meaning. the midst of our busy schedules, our overcrowded calendars, and our endless flow charts, let's get off the fast track, scratch the electronic lists, and instead "ink in" some time to giggle...and to master the art of just doing nothing.

Let's say YES to a renewed sense of whimsy and wacky with a few hours of unscheduled, transformative fun. I'm pretty sure we'll find there are no limits to the silly things we can accomplish when we're supposed to be doing something else!"