Time to post photos that have been languishing in your files, just waiting for their chance to shine.
Brought to us by Kim, of Frog Ponds Rock, this is a weekly meme that anyone at all can join in with.
1. post your photos under the Sunday Selections title.
2. link back to Kim in your post.
3. go to Frog Ponds Rock site and add your name to the linky list.
4. leave Kim a comment.
I often do a theme with my photos, but it isn't necessary. This week I bring you flowers that used to be in my old garden.
Orange and yellow.
Labelled "French Marigolds", these tiny flowers came in a punnet of six in mixed colours.
I liked this red and yellow one the best.
The plain bright yellow ones were like little balls of sunshine.
And the bright orange blooms reminded me of fires and sunsets.
My Frangipani cutting, which I'd had such high hopes for, produced only one flower, which didn't fully open and then died, just like all the others I'd tried to grow over the years. I've never had any luck with Frangipanis.
This gorgeous soft pink with a hint of gold was one of my favourites. I brought it with me and planted it in the rose garden that's here, but it's positively dwarfed by the big old bushes, most of which are as tall as me.
This white one was another favourite, (really, they were all favourites, every bush), I liked the way the blooms opened fully to show off the brightly coloured centres.
It's Sunday Selections time again!
Time to post photos that have been lying around in your computer files, just waiting for their chance to shine.
This brilliant concept was brought to us almost two years ago by Kim, of Frog Ponds Rock fame.
Kim takes many, many, photos that don't all get used so she wanted to share those that others had never seen.
A weekly meme seemed like a great showcase for them, so Sunday Selections was born and absolutely anyone can join in.
The rules are very simple.
Post your photos under the Sunday Selections title, link back to Kim somewhere in your post, then go to Frog Ponds Rock and add your name to the linky list and leave Kim a comment.
See how easy that is?
I often do a theme for my Sunday Selections, but you don't have to.
This week, my theme is "view".
We've all heard of Bird's Eye View, where photos are shown from a high-in-the-sky viewpoint?
Today I bring you:
BABY'S EYE VIEW.
What your baby sees as he/she crawls around the floor.
Table legs and shopping bags.
A stone dragon.
A shiny wheel.
Chest of drawers, maybe there's a toy under there?
Wonder what is in the drawer?
Oooh, shoes! I'm not supposed to play with them, but mummy isn't looking....
Look at all the space! I can really get going here.
I don't think I'll go in here, the big white box makes scary noises.
Another shiny wheel. I'm getting hungry, where's mum?
To join in with Sunday Selections, just follow the rules above and have fun.
I've been watching a few episodes of Dr Who lately, some with Christopher Eccleston as The Doctor, some with David Tennant as The Doctor.
A while ago, a long while ago, there was a bit of fuss on the internet about what a hottie David Tennant was. A fair bit of virtual swooning was happening.
Well, sorry ladies, I don't agree. I just don't see it.
Hollow eyes, scrawny neck, and the way his mouth hangs open so much, a little reminiscent of a "drooling village idiot" in old time comedy movies.
I like the show quite a lot, I remember first seeing it way back in the 60s and it's certainly come a long way since then.
But David Tennant as The Doctor does nothing at all for me.
Perhaps he's better in other shows/movies he's done.
I don't recall seeing him in anything else, I'll have to check the IMDb and find a few titles, maybe there is something out there that I can watch and maybe revise my opinion.
The day for your weekly giggle via googled images, to help you over that middle of the week hump and sliding down into the weekend.
Not such a big hump this week for us Aussies, as we had a holiday on Monday, but the slide into the weekend is just as welcome as always.
Neighbours....everybody needs good neighnours....
You're going to have that song in your head all day.
I've always had good neighbours, in every home, in every city, I've never had a problem with my neighbours.
Of course that could be because I keep to myelf a lot.
Not only do I have all the usual aches, but I forgot to take the stronger pain tablet this morning, so I'm feeling the aches more than I would.
Add a million* customers, shopping as if we'd been closed for a month instead of a day.
Add my annoyance at finding a bill in the mail.
Not just any old bill......no!
This is one from last year at my old home. LAST YEAR!
When I moved, the company forgot to send me the final electricity account.
And after a while I forgot about it too. I should have made a note in my diary to check up on it,
I really should have, and I'm p****d off that I didn't.
Because now, here it is, and I have to pay it. (Fair enough too, I used the power...)
Just in case it was a mistake, I got out all the old accounts and checked them against my online receipts.
No account for that period and no receipt either.
With tax time looming, the company must have gone through its records
and discovered this unpaid heating bill from last year. They enclosed a nice apology letter, but still, I'm stomping around, muttering, working and reworking the budget.
I have enough money to pay it, it's just a matter of deciding whether to pay it in one installment or two.
Time to post photos that have been languishing in your files, photos that you may even have forgotten that you ever took. Have yourself a little search and rescue mission to find them.
Brought to us by Kim of Frog ponds Rock, this weekly meme is a great way to show off your photographic skills, or just your most favoured photos and memories.
This week I'm continuing our walk through the Olive Grove to show you the birds I saw there.
See those two green parrots busily pecking for bugs or seeds at a knot hole in the tree?
I watched them for quite a while, inching ever closer, hoping for more photos.
One of them heard me sneaking up and from then on they took turns with one feeding and the other watching me.
After this third photo they both took off flying to other trees, disappearing in the leafy canopy.
So I turned my attention to the flock of Galahs feeding on the ground.
Look at that one in front watching me! There were about a dozen galahs, but they wouldn't stay close enough together for me to get a group shot.
I'm not sure what they were eating, but there are plenty of olives on the ground.
Here's a long shot of the area they were feeding in.
There were magpies in the Grove too, but I could only hear them, not see them.
I did spot this different coloured parrot as I was leaving the Grove to continue my walk into the city.
To join in with Sunday Selections, just follow these very simple rules.
1. Post your photos under the Sunday Selections title.
2. Go to Frog Ponds Rock and add your name to the linky list.
3. Leave Kim a comment.
That's it! Easy peasy.
A few days ago, (possibly longer), I was tagged by Delores, who writes over at The Feathered Nest, to follow this meme and pass it on.
The idea is for me to answer the eleven questions set by Delores, then make up eleven new questions and tag eleven new people to answer them.
They in turn would do the same and so it would go on.
Now I'm completely hopeless at making up questions to ask people, (I'm uncomfortable with asking personal questions), so I made up a few and asked my daughter K for help with the others.
Here are the questions Delores asked, with my answers in italics.
You are going on a picnic:
1. Will you make the food yourself or get takeout? I would make my own salads and/or cake, but get takeout for the hot food/meat portion, such as a barbecued chicken.
2. Will you use paper plates or pack real plates? Paper plates, but the strong ones that can withstand having chicken or steak cut on them.
3. Country or city park? My favourite inner suburb park that has electric public barbecues and a shallow kiddy wading pool.
4. Invite some friends to come along or not? Friends of course, what good is a picnic on my own?
5. Use a bug spray or a screened dining tent? Both. The screened tent to keep bugs off the food and the bug spray to keep the bugs off us as we waqtch the kids in the pool.
6. Bring a ball and bat? Maybe, it depends on the kids and dads. No point if they're not into ball sports.
7. Pack the kids bikes? No. There's enough to do at my favourite park.
8. Laze around for the day or have an activity planned? Definitely laze around, that's what picnics are for.
9. Hope to find a picnic table or bring your own folding table? Always bring my own folding table, just in case lots of other families are also picnicking and using the available tables.
10. Decide at the last minute to go to a restaurant? No, no, not after all the planning and salad making!
11. Throw up your hands in defeat and stay home for a picnic on the deck? No, the park is a much better option. There's the pool for a start and more running around room.
Now I'm supposed to tag eleven other people to answer the questions I (we) made up.
I'll have to let them know they've been tagged, then hopefully they'll all play along and answer these eleven questions.
1. You're taking a three month holiday, no expenses spared, do you cruise the oceans or fly the skies?
2. If you could ask God for one world-wide miracle, what would it be?
3. Would you choose sky diving or deep sea diving? (why?)
4. Would you choose having your wishes granted or having the power to grant wishes?
5. If you could pick a song to be a world anthem, what would it be?
6. Do you dream in black and white or colour?
7. Three-course meals or one-pot dinners?
8. Do you menu plan, shop for two weeks worth of ingredients, then serve up toast and jam for dinner?
9. Do you dye your hair a totally different colour from what nature intended?
10. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you choose?
11. Do you change your home decor to suit the seasons or do you just leave things as they are year in year out?
Practical or fanciful with your answers? That's up to you.
My name, E**** is a shortened version of a longer name, but it's what I've been known by since high school.
When I was younger, I didn't like it much.
I didn't like the longer version either, with people, especially teachers, constantly mis-spelling it or mis-pronouncing it.
To me, my name was an old person's name, a grannies name. I felt it belonged to one of those white-haired, soft-skinned grannies who sat in porch rockers all day and knitted lap rugs.
That wasn't me at all!
As time went on I got more comfortable with my name and now that I am almost 60, I feel as if I've finally grown into it.
I don't mind at all hearing from a customer that their grandma or their great aunt, maybe their grandpa's sister, is named E****.
But now, in this new century, a lot of the old-fashioned names are being used again.
The shortened version, which is a name in its own right.
I've heard several tales of grand daughters, nieces, cousins, being born and getting my name.
Just this morning a young customer noticed my name tag and told me that his wife had given birth to a baby girl yesterday and they'd named her E****.
Time to post photos that have been languishing in your computer files, waiting for their chance to shine.
This idea comes to us from Kim at Frog Ponds Rock, who realised one day that she takes many more photos than she uses, and wanted to show them off on her blog.
A once a week meme seemed like a good idea, so Sunday Selections was born and anyone at all can join in.
I often choose a theme for my Sunday Selections and this week my theme is:
THE OLIVE GROVE
Surrounding our lovely city is a ring of parklands dividing the city centre from the suburbs. Along the Eastern edge of the city centre the parks begin with the Botanic Gardens at the north-east corner and continue south all the way to Greenhill Road. (and then continue along in a westerly direction along Greenhill Road towards West Terrace where the parklands turn North...) The parks are interspersed with roads leading to the suburbs; there is Rundle Park just across the road from the Botanic Gardens, then comes Rymill Park, which is in two sections divided by Bartels Road, then Victoria Park which holds the city racecourse.
A large section of Rymill Park, between Bartels Road and Wakefield Road, holds a planned plantingof olive trees and this is known locally as The Olive Grove. Today's photos were taken within the grove.
It is part of the open parklands,anyone can walk there and there is a bike trail as well. I like this almost mirror image of the shadows of the branches on the ground.
I have no idea how old this Olive Grove is, but all of the trees have that twisted, gnarled look of age.
The run off from this storm water drain has formed a creek which has cut into the soil over many years, exposing the roots of more than a few trees. The creek runs down to join a larger creek bed which is dry more often than not.
Some of the trees have multiple trunks which adds to the beauty of the grove.
I love the misty gray-green of the leaves....
...and the way the sunlight highlights some of the trunks while others become blackened with shadow. Some of them are naturally blackened with age and/or death.
It's almost like looking through a tunnel and seeing the light at the end.
Here's a closer look at the many bumps and knot holes where branches have been trimmed off or otherwise removed, perhaps broken off in windstorms.
Another tunnel vision.
I particularly like this tree, with its heart-shaped knot hole.
To join in with Sunday Selections, simply post your photos under the Sunday Selections title, link back to Kim, then go to Frog Ponds Rock and add your name to the linky list before leaving Kim a comment. It's that easy.
"if you love your job, you'll never work a day in your life".
And I had that, for over nine years.
I slept like a log, bounced out of bed, had no trouble at all getting my arse out of the house and on its way to work.
I'd learned the job pretty quickly, (I had previous experience from another factory), and because I enjoyed it, I'd become extremely good at it. I had my work table, my routine, (no customers that had to be chatted to), and I knew several other aspects of the job, so when I caught up, I could go and help others for a while.
The atmosphere was happy, the people I worked with were great.
Cameraderie? We had it!
I'd clock on at 7am, get busy with the day's quota (which we often surpassed) and before I knew it, the hands of the clock had rolled around to 4pm and it was time to go home.
Even overtime didn't faze me. I was happy to do it. The extra pay was just a bonus.
I loved my work.
Then we heard that the factory was closing down. They could get the shoes made cheaper in another country. Several workers immediately left and went to other jobs.
Others, including me, stayed on until the last day, finishing up, cleaning up, dismantling machinery, packing up supplies to be shipped to the new off-shore facility.
I did the rounds of all similar factories in town, applying to work, but no-one wanted to hire me.
The one that I'd previously worked in told me to come back and apply again after the closure of my current workplace.
I did this, only to be told they'd already taken on six people from the now closed factory.
A month ago!!
I banked my retrenchment cheque (it wasn't nearly enough to retire on..) and went to several more job placement agencies leaving my resume.
I checked in with them every week.
Many of them told me that cold-calling is often effective.
Knock on doors and ask for work.
Hah!! I knocked on doors only to be told, "we hire through such-and-such agency. Go there and leave your resume".
I applied for jobs advertised in newspapers and got plenty of rejection letters. Two years later I had enough rejection letters to make wallpaper, but at least they answered me.
Repeat, repeat, repeat.
When the money ran out, (a lot quicker than I would have liked), Centrelink informed me that I could get an allowance, plus an extra $20 per fortnight if I did volunteer work.
So I took on a volunteer* job for a while, but continued to apply for a paying job with every agency I could get to by walking or a couple of bus rides.
At first I thought volunteering might get me a position in someplace that wasn't a factory.
I applied at libraries, (I love books), but was told without qualifications they couldn't take me on. What? I needed a piece of paper that said I'd qualified in Library Science just to shelve books?
I applied to be an office assistant.....again, with no experience or qualifications, I wasn't accepted anywhere.
I applied to do a training course in Tourism. I thought maybe I could learn enough to be the person at the desk who makes appointments for people to discuss travel arrrangements with a travel advisor.
I could answer the phone. File the papers, stuff like that. How hard could it be?
Again, I was disappointed. The woman in the office said I could fill in the application, I could get accepted in the course, but even if I passed with flying colours, I had little chance of securing a job in the industry. I just wasn't the type of person that got hired for the front desk. I was too old. I wasn't young and "perky" enough. I didn't bother with the application.
*Eventually I took the volunteer job with Conservation Australia that I'd seen in the paper, and was placed in a team of older people. We were called the Green Reserves and did the boring jobs like clearing weeds from roadside verges. We climbed mountains (hills, really) to remove olive saplings and artichokes and anything else that wasn't native to the area. Occasionally we did fun stuff, like going out to a farm and helping the farmer plant windbreaks.
After six months of this, things were getting really tight in the household budget, (I still had two kids at home), so I accepted a "Christmas Casual" position with Coles. (This wasn't something I'd ever wanted to do.
I'd never been the kid who said "when I grow up I want to work in a shop".)
I thought I'd work for three months, while still applying for more preferred jobs. Customer Service really isn't my "thing".
Wearing the uniform, being smiley and cheerful with the customers no matter what might be going on in other areas of your life...
Better jobs never materialised however, and now, almost ten years later, I'm still with Coles. I no longer enjoy working.
It isn't fun, so yes, it's work. It's a chore.
I no longer sleep like a log, (although I do still sleep), I no longer bounce out of bed, I have real trouble getting my arse out of the house and on its way to work.
I also don't bother applying for other jobs anymore.
I'm just hanging in there until I'm old enough to retire.