Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Thursday Thoughts # 44

from Hot Six- a Stephanie Plum novel by Janet Evanovich

"My mother always represented the family, because my father never went to church. My father stayed home and waited for the white bakery bag to arrive. For as long as I can remember, every Sunday morning, my mother went to church and stopped at the bakery on the way home. 
Every Sunday morning my mother bought jelly doughnuts.
Cookies, cakes and cannoli were bought on weekdays. Sunday was jelly doughnut day. It was like taking Communion. I'm a Catholic by birth, but in my personal religion, the Trinity will forever be the Father, the Son and the Holy Jelly Doughnut."

from Seven Up- a Stephanie Plum novel by Janet Evanovich

"I heaved myself out of my chair and went into the kitchen and got the cake. As soon as it hit the table, the crying stopped. If we pay attention to anything in this family, it's dessert."

Today's Thoughts

I just watched Angel getting himself under the couch, ha ha. It's one of his favourite places to sleep and when he was tiny he'd just slide under and not be seen for a few hours.

Now he is ten times bigger, still likes to sleep under there, but getting under is more of a hassle. He gets his head under, with front paws stretched out and scrabbling on the floor, then his middle and back half sort of flattens out so he looks like a big furry rug and with a lot more scrabbling, he disappears under the couch. 

Funny thing is, when he is coming out from under, there are no scrabbling sounds at all, he is just very suddenly out and leaping up onto the table.

I was in town the other day waiting for a bus and watching people walk by. Mostly watching the women and envying some of the lovely clothes and noticing just how many of them have their seams crooked, off centre. 

Remember pencil skirts with the short split at the back seam? I'm seeing too many women with that seam off centre so the split is aligned with one leg instead of in the centre. This puts the side seams off line too and spoils the look of the whole outfit. 

I've seen women in skirts that button down the front or down one side and perhaps they've had to retuck their blouse or something, but the skirt has managed to get pushed a little off centre, easily spotted since any buttons are halfway between hip and centre front, instead of where they should be. 

I saw an older woman, closer to my age and size, (let's say plump, fat is a little harsh when talking about someone I don't know), wearing older track pants, nothing wrong with that, I do it myself, but her shirt and jumper were tucked in at the waist  and the back seam was halfway around her waist instead of straight up from crotch to waist. Now we're talking about track pants here, not tight fitting, but not loose either and I know that when my own seams are off centre by even a little bit, those pants don't sit comfortably
My centre seams need to be straight from crotch to waist. 
And I don't tuck in my shirts or jumpers , I prefer to have them hang loose to hide the flab.

Do these women feel uncomfortable when their skirts and pants are crooked? 
Or do they just not notice? 
How can they not notice when a side pocket (zipper/buttons) is sitting at the back of their hip?

I'll tell you what I haven't seen much of; saggy, baggy, crotch at the knees pants on teenage boys and young men. 
I've seen a few, but that fashion seems to be dying out. 
Hurray for that.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Whimsical Wednesday # 173

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.

today's giggle isn't googled, nor did it come to me via email. 

I found this in our very own Sunday Mail.

"During last week's census farmers made more than 250 reports of mice using their smart phones."

How about that?? The mice have their own smart phones!
We breed them clever downunder!

Here's the full article>>>
"Australia's first mouse census has exposed SA as having the worst mice infestations.
The CSIRO is encouraging farmers to use their smart phones and report mice levels to avoid spring plagues.
With high levels of infestation reported near Port Victoria, Lock, Pygery and Ceduna, Steve Henry from the CSIRO is warning there is "cause for vigilance" while farmers are sowing.
Mr Henry fears mice could survive winter and devastate crops come spring."

Monday, April 27, 2015

Musical Monday # 57

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: The Bellamy Brothers

we're headed for the easy listening this week

Let Your Love Flow

and with the lyrics, so you can sing along.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Sunday Selections # 221

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.
  Andrew often joins in too.

I usually go with a theme for my Sunday Selections but this week I have a random selection.

the Black Forest Cake I bought at the Cheesecake Shop. It's called a Quarter Pack because it is a quarter of a full cake.

I cut it into three slices, you can see they're quite large, so I could have got four servings from it, but I'm a bit greedy when it comes to Black Forest Cake.

the cherry on top

this is where and how I stored the bulbs after I lifted them from the pots when they'd died down. One of the bags was empty, nothing but dust inside, the bulbs disintegrated.

I had to email Elephant's Child and ask if the Ranunculus should be planted claws up or down; when she replied I ran right out and wrote it on the bag! because I always forget.
The bulbs have all been planted now, but carelessly, all higgledy-piggledy, so maybe they'll grow, maybe not, it's a wait and see game now.

these tall marigolds will have to be pulled out soon, they're looking very untidy. I'll fill the area with something else, probably new seedlings of French Marigolds, the dwarf ones with the lovely colours.

I've collected plenty of seed heads from the french marigolds, each flower forms one of these as it dies.

inside each seed head is dozens of seeds, those little black strips, so even if some don't grow, I should have enough new seedlings to make a good show next season.

now for something completely different, I heard from a neighbour there was a Koala in a nearby tree, so of course I ran back home for the camera. Can you see him? A little lower than dead centre, he has his back to us.

I tried a different angle, but couldn't get close enough; the tree is behind another block of flats.

just above the guttering, that grey-brown blob is the Koala.

he wasn't moving at all, but I was unable to get his face as the tree was in another yard and he didn't feel like turning around, probably he was sleeping.

a butt view!

then I left him and went home to bake my breakfast.  
Last night's leftovers.
Mashed potato, peas, carrots and sweetcorn kernels; all mixed with a beaten egg, some parmesan cheese, a little pepper, then sprinkled with more **parmesan cheese and baked in the oven until hot and golden.


after the breakfast? A cup of tea made with sage and mint leaves from my garden.

** I don't buy pre-grated cheese in the little sprinkle tub, I prefer the taste of cheese grated fresh from the block. 
If you prefer fresh grated but don't want to be bothered grating it each time, you can pre-grate your whole block and store it in zip lock bags in the freezer. Being a dry cheese, parmesan doesn't freeze in a solid clump as most other grated cheeses do, but stays loose.

Friday, April 24, 2015

Wednesday's Words on a Friday

On Wednesdays, Delores, from Under The Porch Light, has a word challenge 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. puddles
2. gushing
3. sprout
4. absorb
5. gentle
6. impatient

there is also a poem choice for inspiration, but I'm using just the words this week.

Here is my story:

Chapter five introducing Rosa

Rosa sat on the ground watching the rock pool as the tide came in. The camera was fastened to the small tripod between her knees and focused on the beach far below. 

At first the incoming tide was gentle, small rippling waves that ran in then out again with puddles being absorbed by the sand, then rushing in faster towards the rocks the camera was focused on. 
She had set it to continuous imaging and had a new SD card inserted, so there was plenty of room for multiple pictures. She listened to the clicking of the automatic shutter while watching as the water filled the lower rock pools before gushing along the flat rocks higher up to fill the next set of rock pools.
It seemed the ocean was growing impatient, wanting to reach the base of the cliff before the sun set. 

Rosa glanced behind and judged there were at least two more hours of daylight left, but she would have to pack up her equipment while it was light enough to see still. She allowed ten more clicks, then reset the camera to single shot and took photos along the cliff edge showing miles of coastline in both directions before packing up the gear and reloading the jeep. 

As she drove back to the bed&breakfast, Rosa thought about Mrs MacKenzie's wonderful dinners, with vegetables picked daily from the patch beside the main cottage. 
A new section of the garden had been planted a week before Rosa had arrived and Mrs MacKenzie was anxiously awaiting the first sprout or two, to show the seeds saved from last year were viable. 

Rosa thought also that she would ask Mrs MacKenzie to write down some of her wonderful recipes. The Australian Damper for instance.
Rosa had collected other recipes from places she had been to around the world, photos weren't the only things she brought home with her.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

all over red rover

I had the ultrasound this morning, I was a bit worried about it, not because they might find something, but because I had to have a full bladder for it. 
The machine gets a clearer picture when the bladder is full.
My instructions were to empty my bladder by 9.40am then drink a litre of water (a whole litre!)by 10.30am and hold it until the ultrasound at 11.10am. 

Normally, my bladder doesn't like holding on, but if I haven't been drinking coffee (with sugar) then it is easier. So I had no coffee after lunch yesterday, and drank a litre of water between leaving home and arriving at the medical clinic. Then I sat and waited. 

I was just beginning to feel that if I didn't visit the toilet soon, there'd be a puddle on the waiting room floor, when S called me in. The ultrasound didn't take long, then she showed me to the nearest toilet and asked me to come back in so she could take images of my kidneys as well. 
Talk about double checking! 

After she was finished, as I was rearranging my clothing, I asked if the images looked okay to her. She said they did, but a radiologist would see them later today and send the report to my doctor. 
I know she isn't the right person to ask, but she takes many, many images, so by now I think if something was seriously wrong, she'd have an idea just by looking, but I was reassured by her answer and her manner.

All that's left now is for me to wait and see. Dr L said if he needed to see me again, he'd call, if I don't hear from him, then everything is okay and I can just go about my life as usual. Yay!

Thursday Thoughts # 43

from "High Five" a Stephanie Plum novel by Janet Evanovich

"Anyone who voiced a critical opinion got fitted with cement booties and accidentally took a dive in the Delaware River."

Today's Thoughts:

an update on the bladder thing, my last two urine samples have been clear, no blood in them at all, so a cystoscopy isn't warranted. 
I'm to have an ultrasound on Thursday, oh that's today, (I'm typing this on Tuesday night) and if that is also clear, then the bleeding episode will be put down to one of those odd, once off, episodes that happen for no reason at all.
There is nothing else wrong with me in that area. No infections, nothing. 
So we'll cross our fingers and hope it never happens again. 

In other news, you won't believe what I did last Monday. 
I never iron anything anymore.

Well, I have a cheap lightweight jacket that I wear in between summer, (no jacket) and winter, (big old ski jacket), and because it's a cheap thing the seams aren't holding together very well. If the whole thing was cotton, I could just stitch them up, but the lining is that shiny soft, slippery stuff and where it has come away from the facing it has frayed very badly. 

So I bought some iron-on patches to hold those edges together, instead of the duct tape that I'd first put on. The duct tape was doing a great job, so I put off ironing the patches on, procrastinator extreme, that's me, but after a few months (almost a year) the duct tape began to peel at the edges, so I ripped it off and set up the ironing board. It lives out in the back porch behind the ladder, I had to wipe a ton of dust and cat fluff off it. (*~*)

Got the patches ironed on and next time I set up the sewing machine, I'll stitch around the edges of those just to be sure they keep holding.
 In the past, iron-on patches haven't held up well on items that get a lot of washing. 

While I had the iron going I decided I might as well get my old work pants ironed, they'd come out of the last wash quite wrinkled and the 'crease' was well and truly gone, so I damp ironed those to put a crease back in and also unearthed a pair of pants that I'd folded away last winter after they came out of the dryer so wrinkled I didn't want to even look at them, much less wear them. I had to wet them down quite heavily to get all those wrinkles out.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

again with the tree trimming!

There are witches hats on the road and trucks right outside my front door! 
Well close enough anyway. 
Men in safety vests and hard hats.

I can't tell from here which tree is being trimmed, maybe the big old Yew tree, maybe the Lilly-Pilly which is dropping berries all over the footpath. Berries which are now a layer of pink mush from people treading on them as they walk along.

Hopefully it is just a "trim those branches away from the wires" thing. It's that time of year, so probably that's what it is.
Certainly I'm not going out into the cold in my stripey pink pyjamas just to find out.

if you like coconut

you might like these>>>

roasted coconut chips, available in the dried fruit aisle of Woolworths.

this is what they look like, dry, crunchy, yummy. I eat them just like this and....

I chop them finely to add to my breakfast porridge. 

along with dried apricots, also chopped,

dried dates, finely chopped, these things are very sticky so chopping takes a while, I watch TV while I'm doing all the chopping,

dried apple, again, finely chopped,

and craisins, (dried cranberries). these are already small, but I chop them a bit too.

all into the pot with one third of a cup of rolled oats,

add enough water to cover,

a spoonful of malt extract (syrup)

on with the lid and leave to soak until morning. Then add a splash of milk, simmer a minute or two and eat. Yum.

and what's this over here?

a delicious pear, ready for my after dinner snack.