Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Monday, November 30, 2015

Musical Monday # 76

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

Just Breathe

and the lyrics:

I heard this song on an episode of The Blacklist and I like it, as I do several others I've heard on the show.

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Sunday Selections # 252

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 but this week I have a random selection of older photos and one googled image.
You may have seen some of these before.

Let's begin with the googled image, it's a little blurry because I resized it and I haven't put the blog name on it, because it isn't my own photo:

this is a Suzuki 50cc motor bike, the same as I had way back in 1968-72. Same colour too. 
I miss it a lot.

Adelaide Airport early in the morning with a pretty sky.

just a few of my books.

Chippy, my Siamese fighter fish.

gorgeous velvet curtains in a movie theatre.

Halloween decorations we put up one year and they didn't come down until I moved here. I still have them, somewhere in a drawer.

the ghoul we hung in the carport. I have no idea where he is now.

one of many strings of skulls also hung in the carport. 

my orange tabby kitten, named Harley.I think this was 1993.

my youngest, J, feeding the kangaroos at a cabin/caravan park where we spent a weekend with other parents and the rest of his grade 3 class in 1990. This boy is now 34 1/2 years old.

twin streams from a 'ghost' plane.

another jet stream.

are you tired of jet streams yet?

Let's move on....

Mad Max the second. Best dog ever!!

my old primary school pens, two handles, two nibs, which I still have in the drawer just over there>
these are the kind you dip in the inkwell and try not to blot all over your page as you write.

tiny little piggies for sale at the Fisherman's Market, these are about an inch tall. I couldn't choose and wanted them all, but there were so many....I left them.

a scarf I knitted my first winter here in this flat. It turned out about seven feet long once I'd added the tassels.

a climbing frame in a nearby junior school playground.

Ferries in Sydney Harbor, taken when I was there in 2011 BC (before cat)

rows of shopping trolleys for sale in the Chinatown part of our Central Market.

Friday, November 27, 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, with words supplied by Susan Kane.**

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.  We would really like it if as many people as possible joined in with this fun meme.  
If you are posting on your own blog - let us know so that we can come along and read your masterpiece. 
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. choose
2. thick
3. reinforce
4. insurance
5. queen
6. interface


1. statement
2. stool
3. disgrace
4. jaw
5. avenue
6. fun (or was it fur?)

and this sentence prompt: "Most vivid amongst the memories of his hometown.."

Here is my story:

High above the streets, Joshua stood at the window of his city office and thought about the upcoming Christmas break. 
Most vivid amongst the memories of his hometown, Killorn, was Meg. 
Bright, sparkling eyes, ever cheerful demeanor, hair as soft and dark as the sable fur coat he had just finished wrapping as a gift for her. 

In Killorn village, Meg sat on the wider, more comfortable stool and wished her sister, Helena, would choose to be a peasant, or a scarecrow, for the annual Christmas costume party. Anything but a Queen. Her body was.....stout, one might say, and her neck was thick beneath a heavy jaw
Not at all suited to the delicate, almost filmy, fabric she had chosen for her dress. Brocade and velvet would have been better, certainly stronger.

Meg, the seamstress in the family, knew, as insurance, she would have to interface every seam, to reinforce every possible bursting point.
It would be a disgrace indeed, if Meg's delicate stitches and fancy embroideries were to fall apart at the first energetic dance. 

This year, the party was to be held in Victoria Avenue, in the small Memorial Park.
In a statement to the press, the Mayor had announced the Avenue was to be closed to traffic and every tree along it's length was to be strung with dozens of fairy lights. It promised to be a fun night and Josh had promised to be there too. 

** Next month, December, the words can be found here, at Drifting Through Life.

Thursday, November 26, 2015

once again the Phoenix rises from the ashes

Yes folks, you read it here first, she has risen again. 
My neighbour P, the very ill one whose cat I have been feeding for the last four days, is back from the dead.
Well, almost dead.
I've been doing this on and off for quite a while now, and in the last fortnight, she's been taken to hospital three times, each time returning after a day or two, (she signs herself out against Doctor's wishes as soon as she is able) only to collapse again and be found by one of her carers, who then calls for an ambulance. Paramedics arrive first and get her stabilised and cleaned up, then she is loaded onto a stretcher and driven away.
So, last Monday I arrived home, washed my face and hands, had a cup of coffee, and heard noises coming through from the back porch. I looked out and saw the ambulance, so kept watching. Eventually they wheeled her out, tense and unable to move, face in a grimace, extremely white/grey skin. I swear she was two heartbeats away from dying.
This time she was kept in hospital longer than usual and I've expected every day to hear that she has died.
This evening I wandered around to her front door to feed and pat the cat, only to be met by P. 
Walking, a little unsteadily, but walking, barely talking, but managing to thank me and send me home. She even had a little colour in her cheeks, but that could have been makeup.
So now the game starts again. How long before she collapses? Will she survive another collapse?
Time will tell.

Thursday Thoughts # 73

I don't have any book quotes today, there just hasn't been any quotable lines in the stuff I've been reading, so instead here is the blurb on the back cover of the book I'm currently reading. 

Red Queen by Victoria Aveyard

This is a world divided by blood - red or silver

Reds are commoners, ruled by a Silver elite in possession of god-like superpowers. And to Mare Barrow, a seventeen-year-old girl from the poverty-stricken Stilts, it seems like nothing will ever change.

That is, until a twist of fate brings her before the Silver court. Here, surrounded by the people she hates the most, Mare discovers that despite her red blood, she possesses a deadly ability of her own. 

Fearful of Mare's potential, the king hides her in plain view: betrothed to his youngest son. Trapped, Mare decides to use her new position to bring down the regime - from the inside.

But this is a game of betrayal and lies, and Mare has entered a dangerous dance - Reds against Silvers, prince against prince, and Mare against her own heart....

Sounds fascinating, right? I'm only up to Chapter Three and already I can't wait to get back into it. 

Today's Thoughts:

Dieting sucks. 
I'm making a genuine effort this time, I need to fit back into my jeans next winter. A couple of months ago, I bought a new pair in a larger size. They fit around the waist and hips quite comfortably, but they are too long from waist to crotch. It seems they're made for women with bigger bums than mine. 
When I wear them walking is quite uncomfortable, I keep wanting to hitch them up, but that would put the waist band up around my ribs and I imagine that would be equally uncomfortable. I did try them on in the shop and thought I could get used to a little sagginess around the bum and thighs. I was wrong.

So...the dieting. 

I'm eating a heck of a lot more salad than I'm used to and I know it's only been a couple of weeks, but I haven't lost even a single ounce :(
On top of that, I'm so sick of lettuce, tomato, cucumber etc, I didn't even open my fridge tonight until I actually felt hungry. Then I ate an apple. 

I wasn't raised eating salad, so this is right out of my comfort zone and I've tried to make it interesting. On separate days I've added apples and raisins to the lettuce etc mix; I made a single serving of potato salad to pair the greens with; I've put a sausage baked in honey-barbecue sauce on the plate. The rest of the sausages are in the freezer.

Last night I had left-over salad from the night before, it was unsatisfying, so after I'd done the dishes I rebelled and ate a small chocolate bar followed by a half dozen biscuits. That won't happen again, the biscuits and chocolate are all gone and no more will be bought. I need to be tough with myself.
I decided that tomorrow I'll make coleslaw for a change, even though I want spaghetti with a bucket load of parmesan grated over it.  

I've even changed my breakfasts. Instead of weetbix loaded with sugar, I'm eating yoghurt with fruit and in smaller portions too. I don't mind that at all,  it's the dinners that are getting to me. 
No matter how much I try, I simply can't eat lettuce and pretend it's mashed potato and gravy.

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Whimsical Wednesday # 203

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.

Help! somebody, help!

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

funnel cakes

My friend Murr, (I call her friend even though we've only met online) mentioned funnel cakes in her last post. In the comment section, in a reply to someone.

She wasn't sure what they were and I had no idea either although the name is familiar; I've read about them in novels and on blogs.

So I went to visit Mr Google and found a recipe and some pictures.

And here they are: Funnel Cakes

2 eggs                                    1 cup 2% milk
1 cup water                            1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
3 cups all purpose flour          1/4 cup sugar
3 teaspoons baking powder    1/4 teaspoon salt
oil for deep fat frying              confectioner's sugar for dusting

1. In a large bowl beat eggs. Add milk, water and vanilla extract, mix until well blended.
In another bowl, whisk flour, sugar, baking powder and salt. Beat into egg mixture until smooth.
Heat oil.
2. Cover the bottom of a funnel with your (hopefully clean) finger, ladle 1/2 a cup of batter into funnel.
Hold funnel several inches above hot oil, release your finger, move funnel in a spiral motion until all batter is released, scraping with spatula if needed.
3. Fry 2 minutes each side until golden brown.

Drain on paper towels and dust with confectioner's sugar. That's icing sugar for all us Aussies.
And all-purpose flour is what we call plain flour.


Some people are so clever they can make snowflake funnel cakes