Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Sunday, July 22, 2018

Sunday Selections

Welcome back to Sunday Selections.

Begun way back in the mist of time by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock and now continued by me, with a drastic relaxation of rules.


Originally meant for showcasing old photos lost on your files, never seeing the light of day, the meme has morphed into photos of your choice, new or old, good or not-so-good, anything you please, but nothing rude please.

If you are participating, please leave me a comment so I can buzz along and have a look.
Elephant's Child always participates, and her pictures are always worth seeing.



you might find today's selection a little boring, several photos of just one house very close to where I live. 

It's an empty house, rather dilapidated and I'm told dark and dreary inside. I knew the woman who lived there, but not well. 

The house is scheduled for demolition, with two, two-storey townhouses going up in its place. Sometime this year I think.


the fence you see is what separates that yard from the flats (units) I live in although I'm not at this end of the complex.


a little further towards the front of the house

the louvred and screened porch area that wraps around to the front

from the front. What you've seen so far has not always been visible, the people were hoarders and the yard was filled with stuff.

more of the front, which I never saw before the rubbish got removed.

a small section of what most of the front fence used to look like.

part of the driveway

a closer look at the front end of the driveway, most of this area, front to back, was piled high

looking through into a bit of the back yard.

Once it starts coming down, I'll be there again with my camera, if it doesn't happen while I'm out one day, and I'll take photos of the new development too.








Saturday, July 21, 2018

remember when I worried Lola wouldn't get used to the pet door?

Now she barrels through it at great speed, as if she is trying to out run her own shadow.

There are times when she still takes it slowly, nudging at a corner of it then slithering through like a snake. At those times, the door swings gently back and forth until it stops. 

When she barrels through, the door swings more wildly, more noisily and I think she does that on purpose, because it's often in the middle of the night when she is doing that frantic 'race around the house for no good reason' thing, or when I am quietly reading and unsuspecting. 

Cats. 

Will we ever understand them?

Friday, July 20, 2018

Wednesday's Words on a Friday

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.

This month the words are supplied by Vest and can be found here.

This week's words are:

1. cheerful
2. river
3. children
4. Sunday
5. house
6. age

and/or:

1. demise
2. noise
3. point
4. idea
5. above
6. year

Here is my story:

The cheerful noise of the children splashing in the shallow pools along the river bank was interrupted briefly by a shriek of joy as Christine discovered the newly made fairy entrance in the trunk of the old willow tree. 
"I found it! I found it! Come and see!" and the rest of the children raced to where she stood, pointing with delight at the tiny door with even tinier mushrooms either side and a sparkly pebble path leading to it. 
There were many 'ooohs' and 'aaahs' as they began looking for moss to make a lawn for the new fairies to play and picnic on. Sammy found a few tiny blossoms to put along the path as a flower bed. 
"I love old Mr Casey," said Dennis. "Ever since he bought this old house, he's allowed kids to come here each Sunday and just play, with no rules except 'don't jump off the bridge into the water'.
"Why does he do this?" asked Annette. "Nobody really knows," said Christine. "Jemma once said it's because he used to be an orphan too and remembers how it felt to be always living with rules." 
"That makes sense," said Barry, "but why does he do these little "find the new thing" challenges?"
"I know that one," said Marjorie. "I heard him telling Mrs Bishop it's good for children to develop good observation skills." 
"I don't much care why he does it, I'm just happy he does and lets us share his garden. It's the best idea anyone has ever had for us orphans," said Sammy.
High above, on God's observation deck, God and Peter stood watching, smiling, and discussing old Mr Casey.
"It's almost time for his demise," said Peter. "I know," said God. "I looked in the big book this morning before breakfast, it said Mr Thomas Casey, in his eighty-eighth year. It's a good enough age, but I think I'll give him a couple of extra years. Look at how much joy he is bringing to those orphans and to the other kids in the town too."
"Shall I send the senior cherubs to wind back his heart-clock then?" said Peter. "For one year or two?"
"Make it two," said God. "Next year I'll send him a couple of dreams to let him know the time is coming so he needs to get his will written. I know he's been thinking of leaving the place to the orphanage, but he needs to stipulate a caretaker who will carry on as he has been doing."


Sunday, July 15, 2018

Sunday Selections #

Welcome back to Sunday Selections.

Begun way back in the mist of time by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock and now continued by me, with a drastic relaxation of rules.

Originally meant for showcasing old photos lost on your files, never seeing the light of day, the meme has morphed into photos of your choice, new or old, good or not-so-good, anything you please, but nothing rude please.

If you are participating, please leave me a comment so I can buzz along and have a look.
Elephant's Child always participates, and her pictures are always worth seeing.


let's begin:

how sweet is this?

Lola only got to enjoy this doona cover for a couple of days, then I noticed dozens of tiny rips beginning with that kneading clawing thing she does before sleeping, so I put it somewhere else. The same little rips are appearing in my lovely percale sheets too 😒

these two garden chairs, which I've rarely sat on have been cleaned and given to a young man who has nothing but his clothes and a job,and is setting up his own home.

look how clear this refection is 

early morning commute buses leaving the city centre

as more come in, filled with people packed in like sardines in cans

here is the sun peeping over the building, this is winter in Australia, early winter, but still winter

Australian Coat of Arms

now something that continues to annoy me. These bins are specifically purposed. The yellow lid bin is for recyclable waste, the green lid bin is for garden waste, such as  tree and shrub prunings, swept up leaves, lawn trimmings, and vegetable waste. Anything that was living and can be composted.

Does this look like compostable garden waste?? And it stunk with a zillion tiny midges that zoomed out at me when I lifted the lid. one more time I contacted the housing officer and implored him to make the people responsible understand which bin is for which purpose. 

We all have an individual blue lid bin for our household rubbish.













Friday, July 13, 2018

Wednesday's Words on a Friday






The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.

This month the words are supplied by Vest and can be found here.

This week's words are:

1. observation
2. enjoying
3. dining
4. capacity
5. manufacture
6. embarrassed

and/or:

1. journey
2. business
3. baptism
4. subject
5. loudly
6. surprised

here is my story:



Scurrying along the halls, halo askew, wings flapping behind him like, well, like wings, Peter spied Mary coming out of the manufacture room. Skidding to a stop, he asked, “How’s that new batch of haloes coming along?” ‘They’re beautiful,” said Mary. “I’ve got the cherubs doing a final polish, then they’ll be stored on cloud nine until needed.”

Peter leaned in and whispered, “Where is He?”

“On the observation deck,” she replied. Peter sighed, straightened his halo, then strode purposefully towards the midnight blue door, spangled with stars and wreathed in fluffy clouds. A gentle knock was answered with a “Come in Peter” and he entered the spacious room beyond which was the large deck where God was now standing. Peter came up beside him. “Still watching the subject?”

“Yes,” said God. “Enjoying the balmy evening air too. I’ve been away too long, things have got in quite a pickle down there haven’t they?”

Peter said, “Negotiations with Lucy took longer than expected, but you’re back now and things aren’t so bad that you can’t take a couple of days to rest up.”

God laughed quietly for a second, “Don’t let him hear you calling him Lucy,” he said. “You know he hates that and might just unleash another plague of something or other just to spite us.”

“So how’s he looking, the subject?” said Peter. “Not bad at all,” said God. "He’s actually looking pretty good, he’s turned a corner now and I think he’ll stay on the right path this time. He’s had quite the journey so far, he deserves a break. Too bad we can’t interfere too much, him being a free soul and all.”

“Yep, when his parents turned down the Baptism, just because of that Pastor, it was a sad moment. Bad business practice on his part. A baptism should never be refused because the parents aren’t church goers.” “Right,” said God. “That’s what made him lose his church in the end. I couldn’t stand by and watch so many babies not being baptised because of his silly rule.”

A knock on the door was followed by Mary loudly calling them to the dining room. “The heavenly chicken is ready! And the Angel-food cake for dessert too!”

Turning away from the panorama spread before them, God and Peter made their way down the halls to the dining room. “He had the capacity for greatness assigned at his birth, this subject, probably still has that, but it might still be a struggle now, more than it would have been had he not taken that rocky road. Still, he’s making good progress and after all he’s been through he doesn’t get embarrassed easily, so he’s able to take whatever comes at him. I’m surprised he stood so long with that, that, oh, Devil’s handmaiden I suppose, although she is a baptised one, so not truly Lucy’s yet, but she is headed that way unless an epiphany of some sort happens for her.”

He smoothed his robes and they entered the dining room. “It smells delicious in here, you’ve outdone yourself Mary. Is there gravy? I do love gravy.”



Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Ground-breaking news here!

Or not, it depends on your point of view. 

Lola went out through the cat flap into the back porch!

All by herself!

She went to it, hesitated, nudged the door, and was out.

Five seconds later she came back in,  but she's been doing that part all week. 

I am so happy right now. 

Sunday, July 8, 2018

Sunday Selections

Welcome back to Sunday Selections.

Begun way back in the mist of time by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock and now continued by me, with a drastic relaxation of rules.

Originally meant for showcasing old photos lost on your files, never seeing the light of day, the meme has morphed into photos of your choice, new or old, good or not-so-good, anything you please, but nothing rude please.

If you are participating, please leave me a comment so I can buzz along and have a look.

Elephant's Child always participates, and her pictures are always worth seeing.

A random selection today:

a bit of winter whimsy in the city

this had me stepping backwards early one morning, my son's cap and sunglasses where Lola usually lies

devilled chicken wings baking

and deliciously finished baking

Asian Lemon Chicken sauce is very nice,

this is the recipe on the side of the jar, onions and capsicum sliced and gently fried until soft, ( I added some green beans for colour), stir in the lemon sauce, while cooking some rice, add slices of pre-made chicken schnitzel, serve the rice topped with  the chicken and sauce.

followed by home made brownies 😊


I've had a cat door installed in the door to the back porch, Lola is a bit wary of it,

so I tied the flap open for a while with bootlaces and a couple of pegs. today I got fed up with it and carried her to the flap and gently pushed her through. Hopefully she will now work out how to get back in by pushing through and that will be that.

speak of the devil, here is the lovely lady, sound asleep until the camera clicked

hiding on the window sill behind the curtain,

taking a 'sudden death' nap after rushing about then coming to a stop right there

seriously Mum? another photo? *sigh*

my newest toy, I had to buy a new printer because I could no longer get ink cartridges locally for my old obsolete one

super easy buttons, nothing difficult here

she's a photocopier too, and a scanner but I haven't worked that out yet and probably won't until I need to.

paper in via the bottom tray

and out, printed, via the upper tray

isn't she pretty? I named her Cherry

last but not least, 

all the greenery hiding V's steps to her flat, have to be careful getting up and down those if I'm carrying something, like a plate of ginger cake to have with a cup of tea.






















Saturday, July 7, 2018

Laundry Day

I've just read a post (okay, it was last Thursday) by Andrew, of Highriser fame, about his new doona and how pleased he is with the way his bed now looks so much neater.

Somewhere in that post, Andrew mentioned he has only one set of sheets and pillowcases, so they get washed and dried the same day and put back on the bed. 
I was surprised to read that. Really surprised. Who doesn't have at least one spare set of bedding? 

I myself have only two sets, one on the bed, of course, and one set in a drawer. Believe me, if I had storage space, I would have at least one extra set and probably two. 

You never know when you might be sitting up in bed at 2am, reading and drinking coffee and oops, you spill the coffee. Or the cat jumps up and spills the coffee. I'm not running a set of bedding through the washer and dryer in the middle of the night, that's for sure. 

Anyway, I got to thinking of days gone by, when I was younger, with a husband and four children at home. When there was a baby around, I washed cloth nappies (diapers) every day along with bibs, crib sheets and baby jumpsuits (those things now called onesies)

Clothes for everyone else got washed on a weekly basis, ditto bedding and towels. Bath towels got used more than once before washing, for heaven's sake don't get all up in arms about this, they are used to dry a perfectly clean body, so hang them to dry and use two or three times. 

Unless that perfectly clean body is contagious. 

So, weekdays were for general housework, cooking, shopping, baking, reading, gardening. 
No computer back then.

Weekends were for laundry. Saturdays, clothes. Casual clothes, school and work uniforms, sports day uniforms, undies and socks. 

Six people, seven days. 
Forty two pairs of socks, forty two pairs of underpants, seven to fourteen t-shirts, five work shirts for husband, two or three school shirts each for the boys, two or three school dresses for each girl. 
Plus the afterschool wear.

The machine got started before breakfast and the Hills Hoist would be groaning under the weight of it all by morning tea time. Weekend morning tea goodies were baked on Fridays.

Sunday was bedding and towels day. Six towels, sometimes a couple extra, many, many hand towels, plus however many tea towels (dish towels) I had needed through the week. Flannels, (facewashers) by the dozen. Or so it seemed.

Five sets of bedding, washed and hung by me, while the kids (tried to) put fresh sheets and pillowcases on all the beds. Doona covers got washed with season changes or sooner if the kids were contagious, like the chicken pox autumn and the tonsillitis summer.

Writing it out like this makes it seem like too much hard work, but it didn't feel like it at the time. It was just the way things were.

Friday, July 6, 2018

Wednesday's Words on a Friday




The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.

This month the words are supplied by Vest and can be found here.

This week's words are: 

1. mixture
2. summer
3. footsteps
4. warmth
5. shelter
6. chilly

Here is my short story:


On this wintry afternoon, I stood in the warmth of my kitchen, stirring the scrambled eggs mixture, thinking how the golden colour of it reminded me of the summer sun.

As I stirred the pan and waited for the toast to pop up, I listened for footsteps along the garden path leading to my front door. Would my son make it home tonight?  Or would he be “sleeping rough” again as he already had so many times this year?

Through my window I could see the clouds gathering, could see the branches beginning to sway in the strengthening winds. The evening was getting chilly out there and I hoped he could at least find shelter, somewhere dry to curl up and sleep.



Sunday, July 1, 2018

Sunday Selections #

Welcome back to Sunday Selections.

Begun way back in the mist of time by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock and now continued by me, with a drastic relaxation of rules.


Originally meant for showcasing old photos lost on your files, never seeing the light of day, the meme has morphed into photos of your choice, new or old, good or not-so-good, anything you please, but nothing rude please.

If you are participating, please leave me a comment so I can buzz along and have a look.
Elephant's Child always participates, and her pictures are always worth seeing.


Today's selection is totally random, one or two photos from each year I have been blogging:


2010: flowers on a cactus in the Botanic Gardens Adelaide

2011: a beehive I discovered in a ground level meter box

2011: a section of unfilled honeycomb on the dislodged lid of the meter box

2012: the folds of one of my favourite umbrellas which has pink frangipani and bright blue tropical butterflies

2013: a butterfly that landed on my porch table

2014: the last time i had fingernails that didn't break as soon as I looked at them

2015: my garden when things were just beginning to grow; on the path at the left, Angel

2016: January, when the rains were so bad the roads flooded,

2016: a bus had to be diverted from the main road a couple of blocks away and came down our much narrower side street

2017: one of my dragon topped trinket boxes, I have three, this is the green dragon as you can plainly see, the others are dark blue and dark pink

2018: a small section of my working space






not bragging or nuthin' but this post is #2595, not bad for someone who often has nothing to say. On the other hand a lot of them are just photo posts.