Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Friday, July 31, 2015

Wednesday's Words on a Friday



On Wednesdays, Elephant’s Child has been putting up a selection of six (or twelve) words which is called “Words for Wednesday”.
She had taken over this meme from Delores, who is gradually retiring from the blogging world.
This month the meme continues here, at Drifting Through Life

Next month the words will be provided by Jacqueline who writes at Randomosity

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.  I would really like it if as many people as possible joined into this fun meme.   
If you are posting on your own blog - let me know so that I, and other participants, can come along and applaud.
 
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. normally
2. dysfunctional
3. mullioned
4. hurricane
5. fry-cook
6. viewing
and/or
1. whimper
2. projector
3. chef
4. knucklebone
5. bungalow
6. unexposed

Here is my story: 

My Uncle Hugh Rowland clung to life for several weeks, during which his sons and I visited daily and my mother a few times a week. When the day finally came that he drew his last breath, he went peacefully, with my mother, Olivia, holding his hands.

The funeral was a quiet affair, tears were shed, but people generally spoke of the good life he had led, the good he’d done, there was no mention at all of the early dysfunctional years when the family had been torn asunder, anger and accusations on both sides, with Uncle Hugh’s own uncle, Francis, declaring he never wanted to see any of them again. He’d left town the very next day, taking his wife and two children. Hugh had been six years old, his cousin, Edward, seven, almost eight. 

The lawyer was present at the reading of the will, and when the cheques had been presented to the recipients, a small projector and a roll of slides were handed to me. A roll of unexposed film was also given with instructions to get it developed as soon as I could. I invited the family to join me in viewing the slides once the housekeeper had said her goodbyes and left.
The roll of film would have to wait until I had it developed.
 
The first slide showed a small stone bungalow with mullioned windows, the home of Uncle Hugh’s grandparents, his father, Hugh senior and the long-lost brother, Francis. 
The boys could be seen standing on the porch, Francis being a shorter, younger copy of Hugh. 
They’d been good friends growing up, with problems not beginning until Francis’s wife underwent a sudden personality change. Francis refused to see it. 

The rest of the slides were of the boys birthdays, graduations and weddings, then there were pictures of babies as they were born. Francis’s son Edward, Hugh’s son, Hugh junior, Francis’s daughter, Molly. Finally, years after losing hope of more children, my mother Olivia had been born. 
By this time, Francis and his small family had been long gone. 
There’d been no letters, no phone calls; no one knew where they were, until one day, out of the blue, a letter arrived, addressed to Hugh Junior. It had an Alaskan postmark and contained a photo of baby Molly, now grown, in her wedding gown, with her brand new husband, Jake Raven. 
It bore no return address, simply stating Edward Rowland on the back of the envelope.
Molly had been training to be a chef, and met Jake while he was moonlighting as a fry-cook, earning money to pay for his mountain rescue training.

Uncle Hugh had consulted his wife, Elizabeth, and they had decided Hugh should travel to the town where the letter had been postmarked. Perhaps a lead would present itself and his cousins Edward and Molly could be found. He took Molly’s wedding photo with him.

*There's more, but I think this is a good stopping point :)

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Thursday Thoughts # 57


from Carved in Bone, a Body Farm novel by Jefferson Bass
 
"I picked up the hunting knife with my left hand and tested its heft, then shifted it to my right hand to compare. Golfing and batting, I'm a lefty, but I grade papers and dial phone numbers with my right. The knife felt more at home there, too. Okay, I thought, add 'stabbing' to the list of right-handed activities."

"Couldn't you have just put it in an autoclave, wrapped in some paper towels?"
"Sure. But where's the fun in that? It's not every guy who gets to play with fire on the job."
"Are you never going to grow up?"
"I sure hope not. My childlike immaturity's the only thing standing between me  and a major mid-life crisis."


Today's Thoughts:


We all know I like to look at the Real Estate pages, although lately I look at some of those homes and wonder just how "real" these estates are. 
I like to look at the big$$$ homes, see how the other half lives. There's been quite a few recently that are so big my entire flat could fit into the dining area alone. 

Sigh. So much space.  
Then I think about the cleaning of all those giant windows and miles of floors and turn the page.

but last Saturday, this one description caught my eye: 

Let's read that a little more closely.
"Upon entry from the front porch is a living room, which has two bedrooms....."
Huh.
Would you buy a house that has two bedrooms in the living room?
Not me either.

Last week, I'd been somewhere away from home and was waiting at the bus stop to get back to the city, to catch the next bus to my suburb. While I waited, a police car with red and blue flashing lights sped past, followed a few minutes later by another one, then an unmarked station wagon, also with (interior) red and blue lights flashing, a few minutes later another police car, the regular black and white kind again. A helicopter was circling above, clearly following something or somebody and just before the bus came, another unmarked sedan, flashing interior red and blue lights came up the road towards us, then hooked a u-turn and went back the other way. The first batch of cars had turned right at the intersection and gone around the block, coming back onto the road I was waiting on and then turned left into a side street and sped off that way. 

I decided to watch the news that evening to see what the heck was going on.
I began with the early news at 4pm, followed up with the not-so-early news at 5pm, then the regular news programs at 6pm. by now I was getting tired of watching all this news without learning anything, so stopped paying close attention. 
Finally I heard the words "stolen car" and "high-speed car chase in ...." and that was all I learned. 

So much action, yet barely a mention on all news programs.  Disappointing :(

Once back in the city, waiting to cross the road with several dozen other people, a short woman right next to me, in the middle of the crowd, lit up a cigarette and blew smoke everywhere! 
Who does that these days?? How inconsiderate!! 
I got a lung full, and was coughing badly by the time I got home. 

So, what's been happening with you?
 

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Words for Wednesday and the next provider



On Wednesdays, Elephant’s Child has been putting up a selection of six (or twelve) words which is called “Words for Wednesday”.

She had taken over this meme from Delores, who is gradually retiring from the blogging world.
This month the meme continues here, at Drifting Through Life

***Next month (August) the words will be provided for us by Jacqueline*** the link is here.

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.  I would really like it if as many people as possible joined into this fun meme.   
If you are posting on your own blog - let me know so that I, and other participants, can come along and applaud.
 
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. normally
2. dysfunctional
3. mullioned
4. hurricane
5. fry-cook
6. viewing
and/or:
1. whimper
2. projector
3. chef
4. knucklebone
5. bungalow
6. unexposed

Let those imaginations loose!

Whimsical Wednesday # 186

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.

Possibly true? 
I've never heard anyone say 'ello 'mate. It's always G'day mate. 
Always.

Monday, July 27, 2015

Musical Monday # 66



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: Madonna

I'll Remember

I heard this at the end of one of my favourite movies, With Honors, starring Brendan Fraser, Joe Pesci, Moira Kelly, Patrick Dempsey and Josh Hamilton.

It's a great movie, I saw it first in the late 90s and was surprised to discover Madonna is the singer of this song. It's so different from her usual style.

I hope it plays for you.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Sunday Selections # 234



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,and now that he is back from his holiday, we'll probably see more of his photographs from that his time in Canada and New York

I usually go with a theme for my Sunday Selections and this week I'm taking you all back to Adelaide's Central Market. 
I haven't been back there myself, these photos are from November 2011.

Everybody ready? Got your walking shoes on? Here we go>>

250 shops! Hope you brought your wallets.

many of those shops are the fruit and vegetable stalls, with regular customers having their favourites.

there are a couple of flower stalls, this one had beautiful bunches of peonies for sale. 
I usually look ahead before passing these stalls, if there are oriental lilies on show, I'll walk the other way.

The Old Lolly Shop was a favourite for a few years, we always got several varieties of lollies for sharing after dinner.

I love browsing in these types of shops, so much to see, a little of everything.

Hot Bread, quite possibly the most wonderful aroma in the world on a cold winter Saturday.

the breads were available in many wonderful shapes,

and the cheesy croissants always smelled delicious.

another bread shop.

the cheese shop had fabulous cheesy aromas wafting from the dishes of tasting samples,

and more varieties than I ever knew existed. 
I rarely bought from here and when I did I stuck to buying what I knew would get eaten,

usually the milder varieties, Edam, Gouda, but sometimes the smoked Edam found its way home with us. 

the western side of the market encompasses Chinatown, with all things Asian, including a very busy, very noisy Food Hall where many-generationed families would be sitting spooning up hot&sour soup with dumplings, or chow mein or any of the many other varieties of foods available. 

Chinatown has a large Asian supermarket where I buy my cleaver style knives. They're cheap, long lasting and very comfortable in my hand. 
They come in many sizes and it's a simple matter to pick up each size and hold it as if preparing to chop or slice something. This way you get the one that is right for you.

and here are my favourite blades. 
The tiny one doesn't get used much, I mostly use the one in front and the one at the back. The big one in the middle is excellent for cutting hot pizza, it has a straight blade, while the other two have a slight curve.