Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Monday, June 29, 2015

Musical Monday # 64

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: Pearl Jam

Last Kiss

and the lyrics

A sad song, but I love it.

Sunday, June 28, 2015

Sunday Selections # 230

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, but he is currently holidaying in the summery northern hemisphere, hopefully taking lots of photos.

I usually go with a theme for my Sunday Selections but this week my selection is rather more random
I took a stroll through my 2010 and 2011 folders and came up with these:

a little piece of yesteryear, sandwiched between two more modern styles.

in Rundle Mall, February 2011, a giant wine bottle made entirely of corks

to advertise SA's first State Wine Festival.

in January 2011, I got up close and personal with a bee hive

the little buzzers had built inside a roadside meter box

and got my picture in the local paper when I wrote to them about it.

in October 2010 I took a day trip to Hahndorf in the Adelaide Hills, where I was delighted by so many things, including this Puppet Shop

with its outdoor displays of dolls that are quite possibly hand puppets

and string puppets.

I also loved this display of nesting dolls; that's my reflection in the window. I had a set of these when I was very little.

I remember promising myself I would go back one day, but it's been almost four years and I haven't got there yet.
One day.....

Friday, June 26, 2015

Wednesday's Words on a Friday

On Wednesdays, Elephant’sChild, puts up a selection of six (or twelve) words which she calls “Words for Wednesday”.

She has taken over this meme from Delores, who is retiring from the blogging world. 

Elephant's Child has now requested assistance to keep this meme going; perhaps others would like to take a turn putting up the word selection?

I have offered to do July. Is anyone keen to put up the words for August?

We then choose to use these words 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. choke
2. respect
3. smash
4. airplane
5. royal
6. spring


1. good
2. eye
3. burly
4. alarm
5. stick
6. rebel

Here is my story:

I'd always been a bit of a rebel, so when 'World Power' suddenly began issuing daily royal blue pills in the spring of 2957, I decided not to take them. 
We were all supposed to be getting our entire calorie allowance from the red and yellow pills, why would we need a blue pill? 
I watched with alarm as everyone around me swallowed these extra pills each morning without so much as a "why?" or a "what is in it?", much less "why do we need this?"

It was Spring when these pills first began appearing through the 'food' chutes and by Summer I noticed they had increased greatly in size. People now had to smash them up to get them down, or choke trying to swallow them whole.

By Autumn, the 'World Power' airplane had flown over twice, dropping leaflets explaining how important it was for the populace to respect the edicts of 'World Power' who had nothing but their best interests at heart. 

I wasn't convinced. My good eye had noticed that while everyone was busy scrambling to catch their leaflets, no one but me and the burly man who carried a sturdy walking stick, could see the tiny flash of a camera lens as 'World Power' took photographs. 

We had nodded to each other a few times, sensing a kindred spirit, but not wanting to draw attention to ourselves. Those who "stood out" as being different, somehow just weren't there the next time people shuffled out of their multi-story highrises for the allotted "sunshine in the garden" time.

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Thursday Thoughts # 52

from Finger-Lickin' Fifteen, a Stephanie Plum novel by Janet Evanovich

" All over the field, teams were working at marinating meat and chopping vegetables. The air smelled smoky from applewood and hickory fires, and the barbecue kitchens were colorful with striped awnings and checkered tablecloths. Except for our kitchen. Our kitchen looked like the Beverly Hillbillies were getting ready to barbecue possum."

Lula: "all I gotta do is enter the contest as one of them chefs. I bet I could even win."
Stephanie: " you can't cook."
Lula: "that's true so far, but that could change. I'm real good at eatin' "

Today's Thoughts:

from our local free weekly newspaper: 
" Due in part to the proliferation of shops and staff who need parking for the popular Stuart Road, Dulwich corner, traffic grinds to a halt up much of Grandview as each side is choked with unrestricted parkers, from as early as 7.30am most days."

This is a problem absolutely everywhere. 
I'd venture to say world wide even. 
Wherever there are shops, you can expect customers, and those customers need parking spaces. 
When supermarkets are built, large parking areas are allocated for customers, but no thought at all goes into parking areas for shop owners and staff
It's the same with smaller shopping areas. 
I know the one referred to in the paper, I've been there many times, the bakery is filled with delicious yumminess. 
But there is no parking lot for most of the shops there, customers park on the street, buy their goods, then move on. 
Unless they spend time also at the outdoor cafe area attached to the bakery. They sit there sipping their coffees, eating lunch or snacks and their cars are taking up space that others might want. 
Maybe they're looking at some of the other shops, still, their cars remain parked. 
IF they can find parking space that is. 
Because of course, the shop staff have their cars parked as well.  

With large supermarkets, parking lots are for customers only, shop staff have to park in nearby streets where time is restricted. I lost count of how many times during my one small shift, staff members had to race out and move their cars, or risk a fine. 
How unfair is this??
Hopefully they'd find somewhere else to park quickly enough so they could get back to work. 
So here's the $64,000 question:
When shopping areas are planned and built, why are there not provisions made for staff parking?? 
When I worked at Coles there were around 200 staff members and not everybody travels by bus as I do. They come to work in their cars and need to be able to park for as long as their shift. 
Short shift like mine or all day, makes no difference. They should not have to run outside every couple of hours to move their cars.

In happier news: I won!! No, No, NOT the big lotto draw!! pfft. although I did get $13.35 from that.
I won $50 from one of the many Code Cracker puzzle entries I sent in. I don't often send an entry, I buy the books because I enjoy the puzzles. So it was a lovely surprise to check my mailbox and find a letter with a cheque attached. Yay me!

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Whimsical Wednesday # 181

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.

just where you'd want a carrot to be!

Monday, June 22, 2015

Monday Musings #2

Where does the time go? There are still 24 hours in each day, yes? why do I feel like there are only half that amount?
Seems like every time I turn around another day has slipped into history and it's time to go to bed. Mmmmm, sleeeep..........zzzzzzzz.

I'm desperately trying to catch up on reading, I have a stack of books that has a 1/4 inch of dust on top because I just don't get to them. Another stack is shorter by about ten books. My kindle lies idle while I'm reading and commenting on blogs, writing my own new post, reading a book while pages load. 
There's a crossword puzzle waiting to be done, and a whole book of code crackers to be worked out. Two books actually, I bought a new one, then found the old one.

There's cooking to be done, kitchen clean up, washing of clothes. I spend more time than I'd like staring at my pots of succulents, wondering where I'm going to plant each one. I don't have a plan for that, there are so many other things already there, the jades, the kangaroo paws, spring bulbs popping up all over. Well, the planting will wait until the ground warms up again, so I have time to decide what goes where. I hope to get some bird baths in different heights, to put in a group and fill with miniature rosettes of echeveria.

There's all those times I have to leave the house, the bread is mouldy, so I must head to the shop for more, books need to go back to the library, well, no more of those, I didn't borrow new ones last time I was there. Tomorrow I have to go to the city, (it's still Sunday as I write this) because the supermarket there has tomato soup on special for only $1 per can. I use a lot of tomato soup during winter; as a base for my bean and pasta soup; also to add flavour to other things like stew or casseroles.

I go to the cinema more than I used to, I've just seen Minions and laughed quite a lot. 
When the lights went on again and we were all leaving the cinema, I was shocked at what I saw. discarded popcorn boxes, discarded drink containers, spilled popcorn absolutely everywhere!
I bet those kids don't get away with that at home. Or at least I hope they don't. 

With all that going on, I'm surprised I get any sleep at all.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

ex-hubby #1

A funny man my K, one of those annoying people who would spring out of bed, instantly awake, cheery and whistling or singing. I'm the type who drags herself from under the covers, manages to get through the day and starts waking up properly sometime after lunch. 
But we muddled along. 
It helped that he was in the Army and away a lot. I could set my own routine. Get everything done early and mostly on auto-pilot, spend the afternoons reading until it was time to start dinner. 
Somewhere in those years I birthed and we raised four babies; when he got out of the Army he had difficulty settling into civilian life, but I thought he was managing, until I realised he wasn't. We divorced somewhere along the line and he had another daughter, which brings me to the point of this little tale. 
Said daughter is now 19 and was home last night when K suddenly experienced a heart attack. She drove him to hospital; two hours later he was in recovery with two brand new stents inserted.
I got the news later this morning as I was about to leave for the cinema, so headed to the hospital instead. 
Imagine my surprise to see him looking pink and healthy and answering the phone as family members rang to see how he was. 
Talk about a tough cookie! 
It takes me almost 24 hours to recover enough to even want to see people after surgery and here he was looking a little tired but otherwise perfectly well. There were tubes and things hooked up to monitors of course, but I was told he had already been up out of bed, sitting in a chair and he'd be walking around soon. Probably a short stroll after his afternoon nap. Our youngest was there visiting when I arrived and when K began looking more tired we left.
Anyway, I'm really glad C was home to get him to the hospital. I don't want our kids to lose their dad just yet. He's only 66. (and 3/4)

Sunday Selections #229

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, but not this time, he is off on a holiday up in the northern hemisphere, hopefully gathering lots of photos to share with us on his return.

I usually go with a theme for my Sunday Selections and this week I have more photos of those concrete "trees" I featured last week.
Now it's confession time: I didn't get around to finding out more about them, why they are there, what they represent; I did google, but not knowing what they are (I googled concrete trees, concrete structures) I got nothing and after that the week just zipped by and here it is Saturday night already!
So, photos, no information. (*~*)

as you can see, there are ten of these trees, I didn't closely photograph all of them, some are on pedestals, some set straight onto the concrete base.

this one has music etched into it. I don't read music, so have no idea what it is, if anyone can enlighten me, I would appreciate it.

clearly a foreign language--Klingon?? (*~*)

all of the "trees" have different designs etched in to them.

Persistence and Vision; always a good idea

not at all sure what this represents.

Let's see if I can find something more colourful to look at.

Ridge Park, which I passed on my way up to the intersection, has a large oval and several climbing structures and is available for dog-walking also. 

another climbing frame

far in the distance a slippery dip for children.

right next to the footpath a series of exercise/fitness machines. I didn't read the signs, so I'm not sure if they are for just anybody or if coins in slots are needed; at this point I was just concentrating on actually making it to the intersection!

on the corner of Ridge Park is this fabulous stone monument

honouring the fallen from World War One.

on top of the monument is a cluster of small guns, I'm not sure what type.

finally, a splash of autumn colour.