Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Thursday, December 31, 2015

Remember when Newspapers had early and late editions?

Thursday Thoughts --  The Late Edition

Waiter: we've just had some lobsters flown in from Maine
Customer: oh the poor things, their first night in the big city and they have to end up on my plate.

from The Shepherd's Crown by Terry Pratchett:
"Power means nothing without a decent harvest in the barn and a flock of Sunday dinners grazing on the hills." 

(something our politicians should be more aware of eh?)

I went to bed last night knowing I hadn't scheduled a post for today, thinking that I'd get a couple of hours sleep then be wide awake, or at least awake enough, to put something here by 2-3am. 
Well, that didn't work out, as you can see.
It's almost 8am already.

Tuesday night's wide awakeness didn't repeat itself, instead my brain is a heat-melted mush puddle and all I want to do is lie around doing nothing until April. Or May.
Probably I should have stayed home yesterday, but things had to be done, so out I went, to hang around at bus stops, waiting for buses that are (lately) never on time or simply don't turn up.

I was told by a fellow traveller who also lives in these flats (another P-that makes three) that there are less buses during this holiday period because people don't use them. 
Oh, "they" are thinking of all those who commute to work and home again, they're on holiday, so the buses aren't needed. 
No thought at all for the rest of us who use public transport all the time, or those who are still working over the holidays.

On my way home yesterday I shopped in the city Coles supermarket, because they have things I want that aren't available in my local Woolworths, and I saw some things new to me. Maybe they've been available for a while, but I don't shop in the city often.

In the salads section, I saw and bought, a 400g packet of **Kale Coleslaw mix.  It comes with an enclosed pack of yoghurt/chia dressing and also a small pack of three seed mix, pepitas, sunflower seeds and sesame seeds.
The label says it contains 5 superfoods, kale, red cabbage, carrot, beetroot and broccoli, all nicely shredded and ready to eat. 

I mixed a small portion last night with my coleslaw dressing and set it in the fridge to let the flavours meld while I sliced some chicken, (I'll keep the yoghurt/chia dressing for some other time).
It was nice! and I'll definitely be buying it again.

Also saw, and bought, a 120g packet of Superfood Leaf Blend, which has similar ingredients, but with leaves as well as shredded stuff. Kale, baby chard leaves, red cabbage, baby red beet leaves, carrot.
I haven't tried that mix yet, but will tonight.

** last night I emailed several people to tell them about this and mistakenly called it KaleSlaw (*~*)

As I write this, I'm thinking that today is the last day of 2015 and I should be cleaning my home as I always do at this time. 
I like to wake up to a freshly cleaned home on a fresh New Year's Day.  
But it seems I just can't be bothered with all that fuss. 

My floors in particular are in need of vacuuming, the dust and cat fluff is building up and I'm sitting here thinking, what does it matter? who cares if I vacuum today or on the weekend when it might be a bit cooler? Or next month? It will be hotter then, but I will have acclimatised a bit. 
I hate summer.
So I'll run a broom around instead and change the bedsheets and call it done. I'm tired and achy anyway, so that will have to do. It isn't too bad here, certainly doesn't look like a rubbish tip.
If anyone knocks on my door, they've come to see me, not my home.

I'll finish with my favourite quote:

Tomorrow is the first blank page of a 365 page book. Write a good one. Brad Paisley

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Words for Wednesday

It’s Wednesday!  
And December.  

Which means it is my turn to provide you all with words to challenge your minds.
Write a story, write a poem; the choice is yours. 

Post it here in the comments, or on your own blog, it doesn’t have to be today, but 
please leave a note in the comments here so we can all find you and read your creation.

Here are the words:





A town of old people, old buildings, and old ways.

Whimsical Wedneday # 208

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.

We've all felt like this occasionally, right?

Tuesday, December 29, 2015


I'm watching Gordon Ramsay rip into a restaurant owner who hasn't a clue. His parents left him the restaurant/pizza place, but I don't think they taught him anything about running the establishment.

A customer has just become ill from the seafood from his kitchen and Gordon has ordered the kitchen shut down with everything in it thrown out. An ambulance was called for the customer.
A vegetarian customer finds a bone in her tomato sauce.
Owner: but that's the way we've always made it, with pork bones and (whatever that was) for flavour. 
Gordon: you cannot serve this to a vegetarian customer!!
Gordon has asked all current customers to leave.

The owner typically stays out of the kitchen entirely and spends all his time in the front making pizzas, the place is also a pizza takeaway place. 

The owner is still running the place exactly as it was since the 1960s. 
Nothing has changed, not even the menu. 
Fresh ingredients are bought, processed then frozen to be served later. 
The food is bland and/or bad. 

Finally, the owner is asking Gordon to help him, but still having to think about changes that are so necessary. 
All the kitchen staff have confessed to being embarrassed to work there. 
(the show is from 2013, so I'm not saying anything not already known).

Okay, right now, Gordon is emptying the upstairs freezers, so much food, SO MUCH frozen food unlabelled, undated, freezer burned, frozen mouldy meatballs, even frozen pasta and all so old. 
There are more freezers down in the cellar....
Frankly, I'm horrified.

This is very sad to watch, the owner looking at many, many tables filled with many dozens of large containers of frozen goods removed from the freezers, not even knowing how old it all is. He doesn't want to change the menus because everything is as it was when his parents died. Some time in the 80s, I think.
Gordon is pleading with him to let go of the past. 

The owner is talking about giving up the restaurant, change is so hard for him, but after wiping away tears, he is going to let Gordon help him try to change and start over.

Aha! we're in Brooklyn! I had no idea.

(I KNOW this is (hopefully) rare and doesn't happen everywhere, but it is one reason why I almost never eat at restaurants. Apart from the cost, which I simply can't afford too often.)

Right, day one of the freshly decorated restaurant, new menus, new foods, everyone is excited, but will the owner be able to lead his team? Or will he collapse under the pressure? Remember, this man has avoided his own kitchen for many years. Does not know what, how, why things go on in there.

Day three, first customers arrive......and the owner is making a mistake or three, food is not leaving the kitchen fast enough, it is plated ready to go, but no-one is picking it up, because owner J is busy chatting to customers. 
Gordon is pushing him, as is needed, to keep on top of things, the restaurant looks like it might be turned around, people are enjoying the food, making favourable comments.

Weeks later, things are still going well at Mama Maria's.

well, it's done,

the twice yearly fridge clean out. 

Shelves emptied and washed, crispers emptied and washed, bags of assorted lettuce leaves tossed out, only a wee bit past the use-by dates, but smelling sour.
Out went the mouldy onion, a mushy apple, old garlic that had gone soft. 

Other stuff taking up space but not being used after the first tasting also got tossed out. 
Bye-bye garlic aioli. 
Doesn't that sound like something that would be deliciously yummy? Well, it wasn't. 
More like oily, runny mayonnaise, and if there was any garlic in there, I'm Queen Elizabeth's twin sister, because I couldn't taste it. Besides, the use by date was last September.

Even the freezer got an overhaul. Freezer-burnt bread, meant for toast, but who eats hot toast when the temps are over 40C?

Frozen peas and corn, untouched since mid autumn, served with today's dinner, but didn't taste quite right, so I scraped them off my plate into the bin and followed that with both packets along with several packets of wrapped leftovers that I'd forgotten to label. 
I have no idea what they were or when I put them in there, so out they went. 

It's quite possible they were uneaten cat food that Angel rejected. I don't like to just put those in the bin because they get stinky and I'd rather not have my rubbish bin attracting ants, flies, cockroaches, stray dogs and cats. It's bad enough walking past other people's bins with the stench coming out of them and the trails of ants going into them.

Now it's all clean and tidy again, ready for the New Year. More ready than I am.

Do you clean out fridges etc in preparation for the New Year?

Monday, December 28, 2015


I've just spent several minutes updating my blog list, after a reminder from a very dear friend that she wasn't yet on there.

I confessed to her that I hadn't updated in years and had forgotten how, asked for instructions and voila!

Newly updated and super long. Now you can all click on the links and follow along with all my favourite people.

If any of you notice you still aren't on there, let me know and I'll add you while I still remember how.  (*~*)

Musical Monday # 80

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:   probably a surprise..   :)

Bob Marley:

One Love

and the lyrics?

yes, the lyrics! Bob Marley: One Love

Sunday, December 27, 2015

Sunday Selections # 256

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 and this week I will show you some of the things I grew in my previous home, where I had a garden to properly call my own.

If the computer will just behave itself and show me the photos I'm looking for.....!

aeoniums: with multiple heads per stem. My current planting of these here isn't doing so well yet, but I'm hopeful.

bamboo palms in pots and shading the big front window I had

detail of a leaf on a bookleaf conifer

echeveria centre

evening primroses, I loved the way they glowed in the dusk

frozen dewdrops, obviously not grown by me; the image may be a little unclear, hard to see the individual frozen drops of dew, I found this unexpectedly in a folder from 2008 I think, the only time I had seen early morning frost in Adelaide.

home grown garlic; first, best, only, crop I ever managed to grow

gollum. I'm trying to grow one here and after all these months it is beginning to grow extra shoots, but I'm going to buy more, since I want that area greened up sooner.

green beans, so many I had a half dozen freezer bags full in the freezer.

heirloom carrots. They didn't get very big, the tops were enormous, reaching up past my knees, so I thought surely they must be ready and pulled them up. 

kalanchoe, something I forgot to buy when choosing plants for here. 
I'll get some when I go to Bunnings next.

soft, velvety, lavender leaves.

monstera in pots in the carport, I had three of these and several split-leaf philodendrons, neither of which I can have here, there just isn't enough shade.

another one not grown by me, mould spores on a damp autumn leaf.

finally, a raindrop about to fall off a leaf. 

Next week, something new in my current garden.

Saturday, December 26, 2015

Wednesday's Words on a Friday, appearing on a Saturday because of Christmas Day

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, at Drifting Through Life.

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. brilliant
2. expert
3. healthier
4. radar
5. ecological
6. sneak


"living alone and lonely in damp little cottages" 

Here is my story:

Lizzie, Fee and me had been together since day one of first grade.
Beautiful Lizzie Townsend, brilliant Fiona Orlando and me, plain Mary Brown.

We had bonded immediately and stood as one throughout infant school, primary school and high school. There'd been a few challenges along the way, but the bond held firm. 
Now we were facing University, determining which paths our eventual careers would take. 

We weren't worried about Fee at all, she'd be an expert at whatever she chose to do. An ace mathematician, Fee was going to study business accounting, business management and wanted to become an auditor and/or accountant. Knowing her, she'd do both and do them well. 

Lizzie was going to study ecological sciences and make the world a healthier place for future generations. She had enrolled already in several classes and was buying notebooks and pencils by the dozen.

Me? I was concerned about a different group of people. 

Those who had fallen beyond the radar of modern social services, who seemed to be focused mainly on the working classes, those able to be taxed. I planned to sneak through their ranks as an unnoticed junior social worker and develop a portfolio of the elderly. 
The ones who had survived wars and depressions and now barely survived, living alone and lonely in damp little cottages, often ill and /or disabled, without many of the resources available to the rest of the population.
They deserved our respect and help, after all, without them, we wouldn't be here now.

Someone had to fight for them, someone had to speak up and that someone would be me. Mary Brown.