Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Friday, October 9, 2015

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, at Elephant’s Child with words supplied by Margaret and Sue.

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. balancing
2. epic
3. caustic
4. ubiquitous
5. warmth
6. film


1. despondent
2. publican
3. equanimity
4. set
5. blunder
6. gate

Here is my story:

Balancing on the beam, twelve year old Ursula absorbed the caustic jibes from Coach Miller with the equanimity she was famous for. He was furious that her parents had signed, and allowed her to sign, that film contract. He told her she was making the biggest blunder of her career. Ursula hadn't yet told him her reasons. Coach hadn't given her a chance, refusing to listen as he ranted about the Olympics and Gold Medals. 

Ursula executed a perfect backward dismount and stood listening to him, waiting for a break in the tirade so she could get a word in. The on and off pain in her knees was a warning, if she didn't rest them now, she might be crippled by sixteen, or at least would be taking truck loads of pain killers to get through the routine. Far better to quit now. Coach Miller would be despondent for a few days, but the newest member of the team, Sandra, had great talent and was showing amazing promise at just eight years old. 

Ursula thought of the film, a two part epic about the life of famous gymnast *Katrina Kordova, Ursula was to play the part of Katrina aged ten. As coach wound down and just looked at her, Ursula began to explain about her knees, how the doctor had said they needed time to rest and recover before too much damage occurred. She mentioned Sandra, definitely Gold Medallist material and willing to take Ursula's place. Coach Miller sighed, wiping a hand across his face, said he would be very sorry to lose her, then walked away to his office, where he closed the door and just sat at his desk.

As Ursula changed into her street clothes, she thought of her parents; her mother Natasha, once a ballerina, who had gifted her with grace, with elegance of movement; her father, Mick Gilhooley, a publican who had drawn upon his Irish roots, buying and transforming the shabby "Meg's Bar and Grill" into the highly successful "Shenanigans Hotel". Ursula's equanimity had come from him. Their warmth and encouragement had surrounded her since birth.

Already famous on the gymnastic circuit, Ursula's ubiquitous fans were also convinced this was a good move. They had tweeted endlessly about her talent, how she would be a star from the moment she set foot through the studio gate

(*Katrina Kordova, a figment of my imagination)

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Thursday Thoughts # 66

from one of the Harry Dresden novels by Jim Butcher:

"Twilight is a much different experience when you're far away from the lights of a city or town. Modern civilization bathes us in light throughout the hours of darkness - lighted billboards, streetlights, headlights, airplane lights, neon decorations, the interior lights of homes and businesses, flood light that strove across the sky. They're so much a part of our life that the darkness of nught is barely a factor in our daily thinking anymore. We mock one another's lack of courage while industriously making our own lights brighter, more energy efficient, cheaper and longer-lasting. There's power in the night. There's terror in the darkness. Despite all our accumulated history, learning and experience, we remember. We remember times when we were too small to reach the light switch on the wall, and when the darkness itself was enough to make us cry out in fear."

from TV chef and author Adam Liaw:

"There is no greater contrast than that between the miracle of our existence and the mundanity of having to experience it every day."

Today's Thoughts:

We see them everywhere.
In gardens, in gardening shops, in fairy tale books.

There are so many kinds, working gnomes, resting gnomes, fishing gnomes, even the seven dwarfs have appeared in gnome form in several gardens.

But they are all men.

Where are the women?
Where are the wives and mothers of these male gnomes.

Why can't I buy female gnomes to put in my garden? 

A little gnome house would be appreciated too, but I've never seen one that isn't a mini-miniature. Perhaps even a little gnome pub. Or a fishing hut, a garden shed.
Am I just looking in the wrong places?

Last weekend, on Saturday night, a happy incident occurred here. I was lying in bed, on my back with my knees drawn up and after about three minutes of lying still, I felt and heard, something move and click back into place just above my tailbone. For the first time in almost a month I was able to get out of bed pain free. The constant lower back aching is gone.

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Whimsical Wednesday # 196

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.

wouldn't this be a great idea! One in every room.

Thank you fishducky.

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Finishing Chapter Seven

Those of you who read my Wednesday Words story last Friday know that I didn't use the challenge words and I said I would use them in Chapter Seven to be posted today.

Here are the words: album; lunar; sparkle; furry; sconce; inquire; builder; contract; attend; ultimately; landline; fall.

Here is the next installment of the Ted and Gloria story:

 Chapter Seven

Once both babies had been settled and Gloria had been sponge bathed, the little family was moved into the ward. Ted was relieved to see the sparkle back in Gloria's eyes, they'd been quite inwardly focused as she concentrated on pushing the babies out. The twins were taken to the nursery to sleep and to allow Carol and Alan to visit with the new parents. 

They came in, almost running in their eagerness to congratulate and bestow gifts. Carol had brought a photo album with a white leather cover for recording baby's progress and a small stuffed toy. Alan had brought the hand made mobile that had once hung over Ted's bassinet. Lunar themed, it had crystal stars and moons that would sparkle in sunlight and Alan had added plastic glow-in-the-dark moons and planets to it for a soft glow when the lights were turned out. Both were very surprised to discover there was a grand-daughter as well as a grandson.

"Oh my goodness." said Carol, sinking into the chair beside the bed. "We've never had twins in this family and we only brought along gifts for Snuffles. Have you named him yet?" "Yes, we have," said Ted, "his name is Ryan and his sister's name is Megan, after Gloria's parents." "That's a lovely way to remember your parents dear, it's quite sad they aren't here today to see these little treasures."

"Have you seen them yet?" asked Gloria. "They're in the nursery just along the hall to the left, Ted can take you there." Carol bounced up out of the chair as if she had springs instead of ankle joints. "Oh Alan,' she said, "let's go right now and see the babies."

They left qickly and Gloria took the opportunity to use the bathroom, then straighten the bed a little. She had just settled herself against the pillows when they all came back. The sparkle in Alan and Carol's eyes rivalled her own. "They're adorable!" she exclaimed, "sound asleep, so peaceful. And you know what else? In the nursery there are beautiful old-fashioned wall sconces as well as overhead lights, I imagine they would turn on the overheads if they needed to, but while all the babies are sleeping, the sconces give such a soft, warm glow. I must inquire as to where they were purchased. I know a contract builder who also does electrical work, he's licensed of course, he could put a couple of those sconces in your nursery for the babies...."she trailed off, realising everyone was looking at her with smiles. "I'm doing it again aren't I?" she said, "that taking over thing."

(gorgeous aren't they? Thanks google)

"Yes, just a bit," said Alan and Ted together, "but it's a good idea," Ted continued, "I like the idea of sconces, although ultimately the decision should be Gloria's, she's the one who has been doing up the nursery, while I've been finishing the garden." "I like the idea of sconces," said Gloria, "but I haven't seen the nursery ones, I'll be sure to notice them when I go there later, then I can decide if the style will fit with the rest of the decor. I've made the nursery a bit old fashioned, with a few modern touches, of course it may be a bit small now that we're going to have to fit two cots in there, definitely we're going to have to rearrange the pieces."

She noticed a tiny frown on Carol's face and asked what could possibly be wrong. "I wasn't sure if I should say anything," said Carol. "I noticed that Megan was quite a bit smaller than Ryan, I know boy babies are usually bigger at birth, but Megan seems delicate, less robust, although certainly healthy. Have you asked your attending physician?"

"We noticed that ourselves," said Ted, "Gloria asked if Megan was alright, is it normal for an unexpected second baby to be so much smaller, Doctor Jackson said they often are, but Megan appears to be well within normal ranges for all the usual newborn tests, she's breathing on her own, he wants to wait a day or so and just keep an eye on her." 

"If I notice anything wrong, majorly different, I'm to let him know immediately," said Gloria. "I'm sure she's fine, she had her first feeding right before Ryan, I gave them a breast each and then they fell asleep. I'm about ready to fall asleep myself," she said, feeling suddenly overwhelmed.

"Well of course you are," said Alan. "Here you are with two brand new babies, only four hours old and we're yammering on about wall sconces. We'll go on home and let you sleep. We'll be back tomorrow with another photo album for Megan and I'm sure Carol will bring another furry little toy, something in pink probably."

Carol and Alan left as Ted helped Gloria lie down and he tucked the blankets around her before settling into the bedside chair to watch her sleep for a while. "Two babies!" he thought, " that means a bigger pram, one of those twin ones, good thing we haven't unpacked the first one yet, we can exchange it for a twin model, maybe we should get a bigger car, a station wagon might be good, I'd better get some sleep myself, I have those boxes of receipts to sort out tomorrow," his eyes closed and Ted slept.

Monday, October 5, 2015

The REAL Musical Monday

this is the clip I meant to put up, it's so much nicer to see 

please watch and listen again.

I Lava You

Musical Monday # 71

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 something a little different. I saw this when I went to see a movie a couple of months ago, the clip was shown before the feature.

Lava Song

and the lyrics:

I hope you enjoy this bit of whimsy.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Sunday Selections # 244

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 we're back in my garden.

I wonder how many of you remember me planting my first seedlings here at my current home?
September 2013, I planted 18-24 tiny seedlings of Erigeron, also called seaside daisies.

three or four punnets of six seedlings each. I don't remember exactly how many and some of them died, one got stolen :(

so tiny. Planted under the roses,

following the curve of the path. I watered them for two summers, then left them to cope with the random watering done by neighbour P, who waters the roses, sort of. She doesn't water deeply near the roots where it is needed, she's a sprinkler, wets everything including foliage, then goes back inside. Yet the roses survive, probably because they are so well established.

here are those same seedlings. Bushy, knee high,

and covered in tiny white and pink daisies. They open pink and fade to white as they age.

Now for even more prettiness.

remember the ixias (bulbs) I had in a pot last summer? (along with other varieties of bulbs in pots.)
I have them in the ground this summer, where I will let them multiply and spread. Ixias are tall growing, but with very slim stems and as the sprays of buds open they droop and sway in the slightest breeze.  So I planted most of them inside the frame of my windmill where they might get at least a little support.

Here they are>>>

such delicate gorgeousness,

in a range of whites, pinks,

creamy yellows,

ooh, another pink.

a pink and yellow combination,

and a paler pinky yellow.

another pink spray

here is a side view, with miner gnome Mike smiling up at the beauty.

my ranunculus have thrived better than I expected, so many of the stored bulbs crumbled away to dust.
Next autumn I will purchase double whites, and plant those bulbs randomly amongst the red, they should look wonderful next summer. The young buds are a deep red, the pink ones in the foreground are the oldest blooms. 

the windmill that is supporting the delicate ixias, left of the windmill you'll see the dusty millers that are now quite large.

and finally>>>

watermelon snack. I love summer fruits!