Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Friday, September 30, 2016

Wednesday's Words on a Friday



On Wednesdays, assorted people have been taking monthly turns at putting up a selection of words which is called “Words for Wednesday”.

This month the meme continues here, at Elephant’s Child’s blog, with words supplied by Margaret Adamson and Sue Fulton.

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 images.   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. backpack
2. hundred
3. relatives
4. happy
5. tick
6. plant

and/or:

1. illumination
2. age
3. pastime
4. profound
5. die
6. laugh

Here is my story:

 The Drifter

I hitched my shoulders a little to settle my backpack more comfortably. Getting away from the noise of a hundred relatives and guests at Mum's house made me as happy as a tick on a dog. 
The occasion had been my sister's wedding and though I had not been home since leaving at age fifteen, each room still felt familiar and comfortable to me. 
The garden was new, Mum had taken several seasons to replant the entire backyard in a design suitable for a wedding reception party.

It was an evening reception and the twinkly illumination on the gazebo shone as bright as the stars in the night sky above. I'd watched the party from my darkened upstairs room, with Mum sneaking up a plate of food for me. 
It wouldn't do for my step-dad Bob to spot me at the party, he'd take out his temper on Mum later. He wouldn't touch her physically, but his tongue-lashing would be vicious.
Mum had let me know the wedding date in a coded advertisement in a national newspaper which we both read weekly. 
Sixteen years ago, when Mum had helped me leave home, we'd agreed this would be our only communication.

My step father had begun to make my life miserable when I turned twelve and morphed into the exact image of my real Dad. His favourite pastime had been to squeeze my face with one ham-sized hand while punching me not too softly in the stomach with the other. His excuse for this was he wanted to 'toughen me up, I was too soft and dreamy'. 
Mum had divorced him when she discovered this and Bob had sworn to get back at me. Turns out he'd only married Mum for to gain access to the insurance money collected when Dad died in a work accident. 
The one good thing to come from the marriage was my sister, Trish.

Anyway, one Saturday when Bob had arrived to take Trish to the zoo, Mum had driven me to the train station and waved me goodbye, her profound sorrow hidden beneath a carefully practised cheerful smile. I'd spent the next sixteen years couch-hopping around the country, briefly staying with distant relatives and family friends, none of whom liked Bob, so wouldn't dob me in.

I was thirty-one now and Trish a lovely young bride of twenty. There was nothing of her father in her. Trish looked exactly like Mum and had all her kindness and sweet disposition.

I had the last laugh as I walked away in the dark of the early morning. Trish had married a wonderful young man much like my own Dad had been. Howard even had similar colouring, with his dark hair and brown eyes.

Thursday, September 29, 2016

P.S.

the powerful "Low" which has caused this is heading East...

apparently we're not out of the woods just yet

The storm here in SA continues, with destructive gale force winds and rain increasing overnight, abnormally high tides; bridges over rivers have been closed to traffic. 
The mid north has been hit hard with floodings etc, residents of Port Pirie have been advised to evacuate, but I think that may be for people close to the water. My sister lives way out near the edge of town there, out in the dry as dust section, so maybe she won't have to go anywhere. J is a mentally challenged person, with no telephone (they scare her), so I can only hope the social workers there are looking after them the way they did a couple of years ago (or was it just last year) when the gas pipes were broken and no one had hot water or any way to cook foods if they didn't have electric stoves.

Word is there have been 80,000 lightning strikes, food supplies are running low as trucks cannot get through, many petrol stations have been closed...

Thank goodness the power is back for many of us.
For now. For me, the blackout wasn't so bad, I was fully prepared with lamps, batteries in the radio, fully charged kindle, a pack of cards.

What I wasn't prepared for was to be woken just as I was falling asleep by the sound of the fridge coming back on, but that was okay. An hour later, I was woken again by neighbour P who came across in the wind and rain to knock on my door and say "I think me fridge has gone" I was grumpy and tempted to ask "where do you think it has gone to?", but I didn't.
I remembered she is old, diabetic and keeps her insulin in the fridge, so of course she's concerned. I reassured her, saying that if she doesn't open the fridge it will stay cold and she can have someone come out in the morning.
I've since learned that her fridge is old and worn out and takes a while to restart after a power loss and she has decided to buy a newer fridge as soon as she can.

There has been so much damage to properties, I've just watched the news and feel rather helpless.

Conditions are supposed to improve by tomorrow afternoon here in Adelaide; I certainly hope so as I'll be travelling on buses to my son's home for the babysitting event.

According to TV news, SA is now a laughing stock (overseas in particular) over our state wide power loss. Fingers are being pointed, blame is being laid, no one is taking the blame of course, it's all the other person's fault.

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

FYI

Jamie Oliver classic Cumberland Sausages are very delicious.

This is from a girl who doesn't often eat sausages, so you know they must be good if I'm tasting one and going YUM!

But they do pop and spit a lot while cooking, you might want to wear a hazmat suit to protect yourself.

Ingredients include  cracked black pepper, so expect a bit of heat on your tongue, and sage.

At Woolworths, $8.50 for a pack of 5 sausages.

It's thundering here and lights have flickered several times.

Whimsical Wednesday # 246

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.

Sudden thunder showers on Earth are really caused by Angels with Super-Soakers in Heaven.

Monday, September 26, 2016

Musical Monday # 119



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: Toby Keith


How Do You Like Me Now

and the lyrics:


why?  for singing along with of course

Sunday, September 25, 2016

don't miss me too much....

I'm going away for a few days, well, just two if I add up the hours, from mid Friday to late Sunday afternoon.

I'll be keeping an eye on two grandkids while the parents have a weekend to themselves. I can't really call it babysitting, there aren't any babies involved, the kids are 12 and 16. 
All that's required is an adult presence in case of emergency and to make sure they eat and brush their teeth. 
I'm assured they will probably spend the whole time with their computers, so I don't need to worry about backyard cricket games or footy at the park. 
My back will be grateful.
I'll take my kindle, but I'll be leaving the laptop at home, so when I don't comment anywhere, don't be worried. I'll catch up when I get home.

I agreed to all of this, hung up the phone, THEN remembered Angel. D'Oh!

He'll miss me for sure. I've arranged for someone to come in and feed him, but I've never left him alone for more than eight or ten hours. I'm sure he'll be fine. He knows and likes the person doing the feeding and I'll leave a list of instructions. But he'll miss the cuddles and sleeping on my feet at night.

Sunday Selections # 295



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.
 
I usually go with a theme for my Sunday Selections and this week we have some photos I took while standing on a balcony at Port Adelaide, near where the Fisherman's Wharf Markets are, but across the river.

looking down at the old dock pylons

looking further across the Port River

over the other way, the Birkenhead Bridge

even further around, that deep blue is the ocean at Semaphore

tightly packed rooftops

Hart's Flour Mill, I really should look up the history on this, but not today.

Coast Guard doing its thing. enlarge the photo and see the man with the white collar.
I took about seven photos as this boat did its slow circle  and that man seemed to be staring at me the whole time. Probably wondering if I was a spy with my camera (*~*)

the next eight photos are this fire department boat, there'll be no commentary, just watch as she turns full circle spraying water, not sure why, may have been part of a ceremony that was going on at the wharf. There were priests, an effigy, dozens of people.






see the people and the priests in the white robes?











and off she goes again.
 
 


 
 
 
 
 
 

Saturday, September 24, 2016

picture a little old lady hunched over a walking stick and shuffling along

Remember last Tuesday when I had all the energy and got everything done and even the weather was great?

Boy am I paying for it now. I knew this would happen, it always does, but it's no less annoying for the knowing. 
I don't have the walking stick, it's hanging up in the corner, but I am bent and shuffling, unable to straighten up properly.
I'll be upright again eventually, until that happens, the hot water bottle is a soothing comfort. And I'm very glad the shops are only a few minutes walk (hobble) away and there are places to sit and rest when I get there.

Friday, September 23, 2016

Wednesday's Words on a Friday



On Wednesdays, assorted people have been taking monthly turns at putting up a selection of words which is called “Words for Wednesday”.
This month the meme continues here, at Elephant’s Child’s blog, with words supplied by Margaret Adamson and Sue Fulton.

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 images.   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 in fact two pictures which you will see within my story:

Dear Mum, 
       I must thank you again for this wonderful holiday. When you won the tickets I was very happy for you and when you wanted to give them to me, I didn't want to take them, but you insisted.
It would do us good to get away, you said. We'd been withdrawn and grieving long enough, you said. The children were beginning to look drawn and pale, they were too quiet, you said. 
And you were right. Iain's parents dying so suddenly hit us all hard. We loved them as much as we love you and Dad.

It's so wonderful here, blue skies, warm sunshine and other children for the kids to play with. They have pink cheeks and sparkling eyes again. Iain has been snorkelling along the reef and in the first week Dermott and Kathleen entered the Junior Talent Show and won a matched pair of giant teddy bears.

They sang an ABBA song! I had no idea they knew any and they confessed you had taught them. Thank you Mum. It's so good to see them laughing and happy again.

Our room opens on to a wide deck with a big bed on it where I can lie back against the pillows and gaze at the ocean and wonder about the island across the bay. I've heard that it is privately owned, by a woman who used to run a resort on it.  She's a hermit now, they say, retreated into the one remaining cabin after the resort was burned down by a lightning strike.

In the evenings after dinner, we all lie on the deck bed and talk about the stars, the island and Grammie and Gramps Doolan. The kids have so much to say and I'm sorry now we grieved too much to listen to them. Things are swinging in the right direction now though, we're all getting better and have you to thank for it.
We'll be back home on Friday and we'd love to have you come and stay for the weekend, maybe a whole week so we can all just talk and talk.

Love, Eileen, Iain, Dermott and Kathleen. 

P.S. the teddies have been named Dinny and Mary after Gramps and Grammie.