Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Saturday, May 31, 2014

smarty-pants cat

oh hi,

I see you are working on another puzzle.

would you like some help?

give me a minute, I'm thinking.

I know the answer!

smarty-pants Angel.

Friday, May 30, 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. locomotive
2. magnificent
3. unholy
4. sodden
5. gaslight
6. villian

Here is my story:

Terry Worthington stood in the pouring rain, unmindful that his clothes were now sodden. He gazed at the magnificent locomotive, gleaming under the gentle glow from the nearby gaslight

The restoration work had been completed yesterday, there was no trace now of the scraped paint, the unholy symbols scratched onto the windows, the work of that villian Arthur Archer, the very same man who had defaced the new carriage belonging to the town mayor, he'd used a pair of horseshoes to scratch symbols in the paint on the doors the same day the carriage had been delivered.  

The horseshoes had been used on the locomotive too, along the full length of it, as well as the windows. He'd made an unholy racket doing it, which is how he'd been caught. 
Mr and Mrs Smythe had been out walking their new puppy and heard the screeching as the horseshoes were dragged along the iron of the locomotive.


Thursday, May 29, 2014

I love my cat (also titled: the bad bits) (also titled: a whinge)

I really do. He's soft and warm and cuddly and he loves me. But he's driving me crazy a lot of the time.

He sits inside the shower cubicle and miaows. And miaows and miaows and miaows......I know what he wants, he wants me to get in there and play with him.  

It's my own fault, I'm the one who taught him that playing tug of war with a flannel through the gap under the shower screen is fun, but I can only do it for a few minutes at a time.
Half an hour at the most, then my knees and back have had enough.
Angel can play like this for hours.

I taught him to roll a small rubber ball around in there, it will bounce off the walls and screen and roll back to him so he can roll it again. At first he was happy to do this, now he prefers it if I sit on the closed toilet and roll the ball around for him.
Well, no. Not happening. Not for long anyway.
So I leave the bathroom when I've had enough and he sits there and cries.
I scoop him up and bring him out with me, but he'll run back in there a lot of the time.

I've been extra grumpy this week because my legs have been aching more than usual, I'd love to do nothing but lie around with my feet up on pillows.

Then there's the thundering through the flat faster than a streak of lightning. 
Zip Zip Zip...he's here, he's gone, over the bed, under the table, up over the couch onto the windowsill and down again, it's impossible to catch on film. It's fun to watch though. 
Doesn't drive me batty like the miaowing for no discernible reason.

Thankfully the back porch is closed in and I can let him out there to explore and he likes that, so I prop open the back screen door and Angel comes and goes as he pleases. :)

Sleeping at night? Hah! He was sleeping on my bed, mostly on my chest or across my throat at first, then preferring the empty space between the pillow and the wall. I don't have a headboard.
But that had its pitfalls. Waking me too often is one. 
 I noticed that he doesn't seem to need the litter tray overnight anymore, so now I leave him on the couch and close the door to the bedroom while I go to bed.
And get more than three hours of sleep.
Until he wakes and pushes open the door. Clearly the latch doesn't hold securely. So now I use a doorstop.
If he is awake when I go to bed, I can count on him falling asleep and me getting five hours. If Angel has already been asleep for a while when I go to bed, I will get woken earlier than I'd like.
(Anytime before 5am is too early in my opinion)

And I'm grumpy when I get woken before I'm ready. I've been known to toss his brush in his general direction. It hits my side of the bedroom door and he scampers away from the lounge side for a few minutes. I've found it easier to get up, pour him a bit of dry food and go back to bed.
He'll eat, then come in and curl up on the pillow until I'm ready to get up. Sometimes we go back to sleep until daylight.

There are times Angel will sit and miaow and I don't have a clue what he wants.
Play? no no, he'll tear my fingers to ribbons.
Food? sniff it and leave it. (There's a can of tuna and mackerel wasted).
Dangle his ribbon to jump and catch? Yeah, that's good for about a minute and a half, then he's got my fingers again. Yowch! Get another bandaid.
How do I know what he wants? any clues? anybody?
I tell him I don't understand cat, he's going to have to learn to speak English.

He will nap for hours at a time, giving me a chance to get things done, so that's good, but just when I get tired and think I might take a nap myself, Angel wakes up. I've thought of napping as soon as Angel falls asleep, but then I'd never get anything done here on the computer. 
Just when I'm extra busy writing a post or replying to comments, he jumps up into the gap between me and the keyboard and lays along my arm, flips over and I scratch his chest while he purrs. Can't stop too long to type very much.

He's jumping quite high now on the shower curtain and I'm glad he hasn't realised that he can probably get up onto the kitchen bench. Because that is the last place I have to stash stuff I don't want him getting in to.
AND, the hotplates are up there. I really don't want Angel getting burnt.

I know he is still young at six months and will grow out of this and I'm looking forward to that time when he is more companion than needy baby.
And even now there are many, many happier moments when he is a delight to have around.

Next week I'll have the hardest day of all. 
Angel is scheduled for his desexing on Wednesday June 4th.
So he is not allowed any food after 6pm the night before and absolutely no breakfast on the Wednesday. Not even a lick of cat milk. (Water is allowed) He won't understand why I can't feed him.
It's going to be the longest morning of my life.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Whimsical Wednesday # 125

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.

slimmers salad dressing

Monday, May 26, 2014

Musical Monday # 9

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 Bette Midler

Under The Boardwalk

This song has been done by several artists, but this one is my favourite, from the movie Beaches.

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Sunday Selections # 173

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 The Elephant's Child to see more of her wonderful photos.

Kath and Andrew often join in as well, although Kath has been quite busy lately and unable to join us, and Andrew is holidaying in Europe. Hopefully taking lots of photos.

There are several other participants now though:
Jackie K at WorkingThrough It

I usually go with a theme for my Sunday Selections and this week I have a few Zoo photos for you.

I went to the Zoo yesterday with two of the friends I used to work with. We wandered around for several hours taking photos and generally catching up.

Today's photos are all Australian, for those Aussies living in the northern hemisphere and missing home, and for all my northern hemisphere friends who may have never seen a kookaburra, koala or kangaroo.

On with the show!

kangaroos. there were several in the enclosure this time, six or eight of them, when I was there in January I only saw one, a big red. These are all smaller and darker so perhaps they are young ones.
lifting his head ever so slightly, then putting it back down, he couldn't be bothered looking at the camera.

well, maybe a quick peek...

...or two.

and back to sleep.

You're going to love the next few photos.

one koala,

but he moved a bit and I moved the camera,

ever so slightly,

for each shot. I was happy to get these, most times I see a koala they are just a sleeping grey lump high in a tree.

Finally a kookaburra.

in an enclosure. A large enclosure, but still, he's confined.

you can just see a hint of the blue that is under his wings.
He appeared sleepy, so we moved on, going back to the lion enclosure as it was almost feeding time and we wanted good positions with our cameras at the ready.
Come back next Sunday to see them.


Saturday, May 24, 2014

the cat sat on the mat

Everyone remember that?
The very first thing you might have learned to read and write at school?

With winter coming soon here in Australia, I decided I needed a door mat for inside the front door so I didn't track wet shoes all through the flat when coming in from the rain. For the past two years I've had a raggedy piece of old towel on the floor in winter.

I spotted a blue one in amongst all the beige and black and bought it, because I have the same blue in the curtains.

I put it down on the floor and about two seconds later Angel claimed it for his own.

ooh! a new scratching place! (I'm discouraging that every time I catch him at it)

ah, the sun came out again. Nice!

again with the camera, geez mum.

I'll just take a nap now.


still sleeping. What a life.

Much like mine actually, a short burst of work, then a nice long nap.
Retirement is pretty good.

Friday, May 23, 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. absent
2. vacant
3. empty
4. destiny
5. eyes
6. glaring 

Here is my story:

Tod Snelling was furious.

How dare they do this!  Those snivelling, snotty-nosed little brats! Running away because he'd slapped one of them! Just a slap, kid wasn't even hurt, but he'd bawled like a baby. They needed to know who was boss around here. Those other teachers were all too soft, kids needed to learn their place. 

His glaring eyes roamed the empty room. Every child was absent, every seat vacant.
Spinning on his too-high bootheels, Tod stomped angrily back into the hallway, where an entirely different destiny awaited him. 

The principal, the security guard and two burly policemen.
His teaching career, barely begun, was over. 

The children and their parents watched from the safety of the school library as Tod Snelling was taken away in handcuffs. 
Six year old Peter Thomas stepped closer to his Dad and held a hand to his aching face, where a hand shaped bruise had spread across his cheek. Mr Thomas had photographed Peter's face and filed a complaint immediately. 

The school board was in an uproar, all through teachers college and his year as teaching assistant, Tod had been an exemplary candidate. 
Background checks would now have to be made on every other candidate currently in the system. 
Media hounds would have a field day!