Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Friday, March 30, 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 Delores and can be found here.


This week's words are:


1. engine
2. thunder
3. rolling
4. blast
5. ancient
6. boulder

and/or:

1. misstep
2. ponder
3. volume
4. crib
5. split
6. brilliant

here is my story:

A quick whistle blast, then the ancient steam engine began chugging along the line. Clive glanced again at the volume of coal in the crib, there should be enough, he thought. It had been years since he’d run this baby, shovelling the coal was going to be quite a workout.
The sound of rolling thunder drowned out the volume of noise the old engine was making; brilliant, jagged lightning flashes split the sky every few minutes. The storm had settled in and would probably most likely last until morning. He checked the swinging storm lanterns were secure and settled in for the ride.
Way up ahead, the new diesel engine pulling several carriages had been stopped by a minor avalanche. A giant boulder rested on the tracks and had flattened them just enough that the new train couldn’t continue. Many smaller boulders littered the area around there and a single misstep by any one of the passengers was likely to cause injury.
Clive would stop briefly along the way to pick up Edward and Jonah and a first aid kit, just in case one was needed. Mostly Ed and Jonah would be assisting the stranded passengers to transfer to the carriages old Betsy was pulling behind her. Clive would then shunt the whole shebang in reverse and deliver them to warm and dry lodgings in Ponder, where the hotel was even now readying rooms and hot food for them.


Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Is this really necessary?

Subject: the Australian Cricket team caught cheating.

 Bad boys eh? 

The incident was covered fairly well by media on the day it happened. 
Somebody did something to the ball, (naughty, naughty), and was caught on camera. 

Here's what is annoying the heck out of me:

Every time the incident is mentioned, EVERY SINGLE TIME, we get to see the caught-on-camera footage of someone stuffing something into the front of his pants. 

Enough already. 

Other teams have done similar ball-tampering things in the past and probably will continue to do so, all in the name of winning at any cost, and we don't see them ad nauseum on the TV news.

Sunday, March 25, 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 start with a little look at what goes on in my kitchen:

I regularly pull containers of stuff out of my freezer that has pretty frost patterns inside the lid

this is my version of a salad spinner: a clean teatowel, washed, air-dried, never used for anything else,

lay out the washed lettuce leaves, these are yellowish because they are the last few from the very heart of the lettuce

roll up the towel

nice and tight like a sausage roll

apply a little pressure along the towel

then unroll and put the leaves into your salad bowl

and hang the towel to dry

while you're out there, take a photo of a soundly sleeping cat

look at those cute little paws

moving on: these next few photos were taken by "no-one" with her phone on our way back into the city after visiting a new mum and her brand new first-born baby. (No photos of the baby of course)

yellow metal "statues" dancing across the bridge over the railway lines

a different angle, you can see the railway lines down below and SAHMRI in the distance (that's the new research centre:  South Australian Health and Medical Research Institute)

this statue is watching the dancers

and here is a guitarist and his friend

let's finish with>>>>

one of Adelaide's old brick and stone churches.















Friday, March 23, 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 again supplied by Delores and can be found here.


This week's words are:


1. configuration
2. blame
3. jaundiced
4. spend
5. destiny
6. blank

and/or:

1. cornflower
2. dusting
3. minced
4. tasty
5. afterwards
6. plump

Here is my story:

Marnie muttered to herself as she sprinkled a light dusting of caster sugar over the minced fruit tarts, “into the oven with you, then you tasty little morsels can be served up for high tea.”
“Don’t spend too much time doing all this,” grumbled Betty, who really didn’t want to be there. “It’s just a bunch of old fogeys, and I want to get to the skating rink.”
“I want to make it nice,” said Marnie. ‘and your jaundiced attitude isn’t helping. Besides, those old fogeys as you call them, were once young girls like us, then they survived the war and became mothers and grandmothers. You will be old yourself one day, you can’t fight destiny.”
Well, don’t blame me if you’re stuck with serving duty as well. I’m leaving as soon as I write the greeting on this blank whiteboard,” said Betty. “Is it a birthday or just a non-specific get together?”
“It’s a farewell,” said Marnie. “One of the really old ones died in her sleep and the funeral was this morning, so this is probably a wake, but they are all very old so that’s why the high tea instead of a pub celebration. And don’t worry about serving duty. Tammy and Julia will be here soon and what’s so bad about serving anyway?”
“They’re OLD,” said Betty with a frown. “You’ll probably have to wipe their chins when they dribble their tea and spoon feed the ones who can’t hold a spoon because their hands are shaky!”
Marnie just stared at Betty for a whole minute before saying, “Right then. Get that greeting written and get out of here. I’ll see you at school on Monday. And I WILL stay and help with the serving. Just because they are all around ninety, doesn’t mean they aren’t still people and sad when one of them dies.”
She removed the minced fruit tarts from the oven and spread them on a cooling rack as Betty used her artistic skills to create a lovely colourful greeting to the ‘Ladies of Dragonshead Nursing Home”, washed the chalks off her hands and left without even a wave goodbye. Marnie sighed. Betty just wasn’t the type for community service.  She added the tarts to the table, where cream cakes and small jellies were laid out in a pleasing configuration on the cornflower blue tablecloth. At their age, the ladies didn't need to be concerned about calories and waistlines, that's for sure. 
Tammy and Julia arrived just as Marnie was setting out napkins and teacups, letting her know the first of the old ladies was about to arrive, and as soon as all fifteen of them were settled, they could start bringing the tiny, crust-less sandwiches from the fridge. “Would you like to stay and help Marnie?” asked Julia.
“I’d love to,” said Marnie. “Betty couldn’t stay, she had an appointment to get to.”
“With the skating rink I bet,” said Tammy. “We’ve been hearing all week about the cute new figure skating instructor.” She looked over the spread of goodies on the table. "If they manage to get through all this, they’ll be feeling quite plump afterwards. Are we allowed to eat any of this?”
“Yes,” said Marnie. “I’ve set aside a couple of everything for us, and we can eat as soon as the ladies are settled and eating sandwiches. Then we help if they need it and we do all the washing up after, like we agreed. I know it was just going to be you two, but the washing up will go faster with three of us.”

Thursday, March 22, 2018

OMG Facts

1. Lawyer: Now, Mrs Johnson, how was your first marriage terminated?
    Witness: By Death
    Lawyer: and by whose death was it terminated?
    - Actual court transcript, rinkworks.com

2. "So far, this is the oldest I've been."
     - Comedian George Carlin

3. Plants grow larger and more quickly when watered with warm water than those watered    with cold water.

4. The number of calories in Girl Scout cookies sold each year totals about 210,162,000,000

5. Humans shed around 600,000 particles of skin every hour. That means we'll lose 105 pounds of skin by the age of 70.

6. "You spend 90 percent of your life hoping for a long rest and the last 10 percent trying to convince the Lord that you're actually not that tired."
     - Author Robert Brault

7. A program was launched in Belgium in 2001 to replace sugary drinks and soda in school lunches with beer.

8. 65% of test subjects had the urge to yawn after merely reading about yawning.

Sunday, March 18, 2018

Sunday Selections #?


Welcome back to Sunday Selections.

Begun way back in the mists 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 keep walking:

I like the finials, I've never seen any quite like these

here's another one, from this angle you can see some clouds moving in, I don't remember what day I took these photos, but by the following Sunday 4th, the cloud cover was complete and dense, keeping the noise from the jet doing its show off circuits, down low to the ground, so I had to keep the windows and doors closed to minimise the racket.

a bit of the side of the main building

a view from the south west corner where the carpark area is largest

a closer look, I love those chimneys. I remember Jayne loves chimneys, but I don't remember her address to link to.

a bit of the south wall of the old, right next to the new, I'm not sure what the new building is part of, I hadn't even known it was there.

Another of the older buildings, this time with white quoins and window framing? edging?

the entrance to the previous photo

remember the black mesh fence from last week?

here's more, in green, and behind?

new construction. The beginning of many, many, new apartment buildings.

I believe they are going to be four stories high and I've heard the price for these begins at about $800,000 for the cheaper apartments. A little out of my price range. heck, WAY out of my reach. I wouldn't want to live there anyway.

and we'll finish with some of the machinery, I do like watching these big boys at work.













Saturday, March 17, 2018

Linked In update

Thank you all for your comments which I didn't get to until just now, I've been a tad busy.

I didn't reply, sorry about that, but decided to do this update post instead, to let you all know I HAVE CLOSED THE LINKED -IN ACCOUNT, yay me!

Perhaps last night, when I tried over and over, someone at the other end was napping on the job.
I turned on the laptop five minutes ago and straight away went to the Linked In site and managed to close my account.

Any of you who have an account there and wish to close it, follow Lee's excellent instructions, which is what I was doing most of last night, but today it worked. Finally.

😀😀

Friday, March 16, 2018

has anyone ever succeeded in closing a Linked-In account?

I mean anyone, anywhere, ever, since the Linked-In thing began.

I signed up without really thinking about it, I don't know how long ago, but I soon realised it was  nothing more than a glorified job search network, which I don't need, and it has morphed into a place where people can also leave messages for each other similar to the facebook and twitter pages which I dislike and will never join.

So I'm trying to close the Linked-In account, following instructions to do so, yet every time I click on "close account" I get a page that says "oops we're having trouble loading this page", with a try again button below that.

I'm not happy, I'm pissed off. 
I want the account closed and it seems Linked-In doesn't want to let me close it.
How dare they?

Any suggestions? 
The "Contact us" link only brings up a page of options similar to a "help" page, so that isn't at all helpful.

Does anyone out there know anyone at all who has closed their account and how the heck did they manage it?

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 again supplied by Delores and can be found here.


This week's words are:


1. caper
2. scarper
3. trash
4. bedlam
5. seams
6. pennywhistle

and/or:

1. glum
2. charmed
3. pork
4. glossy
5. pride
6. trench

Here is my story:

Janet looked decidedly glum as she sat all alone on the hard metal bench seat in the cell. Once again she had been charmed into another one of Big Dave’s capers. “You won’t get caught this time,” he’d said.  “I’ve got it all figured out. All you have to do is lean against the wall across the road and if you see a copper, blow hard on this little pennywhistle.”
“Across the road from where?” said Janet. “Cartwright’s Butcher Shop,” said Big Dave. “Me and the boys are planning a big cook-up down by the creek and we want a few dozen pork sausages. Colin already nicked a bag of onions from his mum’s pantry, she’s so muddle-headed she’ll just think she forgot to buy some.”
“I don’t know,” said Janet. “Last time PC Wicks told me I’d better keep my nose clean, I don’t think I wanna do this.” “Oh come on,” said Big Dave. “What harm can it do? You just hang around by the wall next to the bookshop, look at a few books if you want, just remember to keep an eye out for the coppers too. Four o’clock Thursday, it’s always real busy then ‘cos it’s payday and all the mum’s will be in getting the meat for the week’s dinners. Trevor reckons he can duck in and out in no time and old man Cartwright won’t even notice him” He flashed his famous smile and tossed his glossy, too long hair.
Janet tried changing the subject. “How’s Little Dave doing? He must be smiling and making sounds by now, what’s it like being an uncle?” 
“Pretty cool,” said Big Dave with pride, “until he spits up on your best shirt, I forgot to hang a towel over my shoulder. Now about Thursday..”  ‘Oh alright,” said Janet. “This pennywhistle better be good and loud, there’s always lots of traffic on paydays, mums all over the place, buying and gossiping. What if one of them corners me and asks what I’m doing?”  “Just tell them you’re looking at books and waiting for a friend,” said Big Dave. “Be on the look out for Trevor too, he’s going to be wearing his Dad’s old trench coat with the big inside pockets, he’s going to stuff the sausages in there, as many as he can fit.”
Janet could hear the rest of the gang, all boys, in the other cell. They were laughing and telling jokes about Trevor, how he hadn’t known his Dad didn’t wear the coat anymore because the seams were split on those inside pockets. In amongst the crowd of Mothers buying chops, mince, soup bones etc, Trevor had been stuffing sausages into the pockets as fast as he could, not noticing them falling right out again as the split seams opened up under the weight of them. One of the mothers had pushed past him to get to the display window and accidentally squished a few sausages, that’s how Trevor got caught.
Yelling, “scarper, scarper!” as the Mothers got hold of the coat and Trevor, it was bedlam inside Cartwright’s Butcher Shop as Colin, Big Dave, George and Sean scurried through the crowd of Mothers, making towards the door as old man Cartwright called the police on the phone.
They burst out of the door just in time to see PC Wicks, on his regular beat, stopping to talk to Janet, who looked stunned like a deer in the headlights, glancing from PC Wicks to the boys and back again, wondering if she should blow the whistle or chuck it in the nearest trash bin. PC Wicks noticed the boys too and rather sternly asked Janet if she knew what was going on, as the shiny black police car with two constables inside it, rounded the corner and stopped by Cartwright’s.
Janet burst into tears, so of course PC Wicks knew that she was involved and marched her over to the car.

Thursday, March 15, 2018

Sunday, March 11, 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.


first a couple of things I bought:

a cowboy hat for my Halloween skull, he wore a Santa hat for December

and a new leather cover for my kindle, it fits inside this the same way a phone fits into its cover, the blue strip is the magnetic closer

continuing my walk from last week:


the fabulous old stone buildings that used to be the Glenside Hospital: this is the main building

over to the right of the previous photo, south of that building is this newer old building, once also part of the hospital, now the Adelaide Arts Centre. Notice the black mesh fencing, more on that later

behind the trees, another,older stone building, or perhaps just less well maintained, the roof is rusty.


set back from the main building and to the north a bit is this smaller building which I believe may have been the hospital Chapel, certainly the windows suggest that.

a little further north again, and in line with the main building. I wish I knew more about what all these buildings were when it was a hospital, I know a large section of the hospital was for mental health patients.

the view of the main building looking back from the Chapel side

I love this old wall, and at the other end of the wall..

is this. I don't know what they call it, but it is lovely and I wouldn't mind having a fence just like this.

the balcony over the porch of the front entrance of the main building

the north side of the main building, the shady tree to the left is the one in front of the Chapel.


We'll continue this next week.
I won't be here, I'm attending a birthday lunch for my brother, who will be 64, so I'll get busy and schedule that post right now.












Friday, March 9, 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 Delores and can be found here.


This week's words are:


1. tarmac
2. whine
3. lobby
4. vestige
5. dither
6. spark

and/or:

1. enormous
2. jitters
3. dangle
4. stumped
5. bellicose
6. mangle

Here is my story:


Bellicose as always, John Walker fumed and stomped his way around the airport as he watched the plane taxiing along the tarmac. The whine of the jet engines became a roar as the plane soared into the blue. With his luggage. Without him.
“Well that’s it,” he shouted. “I’m well and truly stumped now. I’ll never make it in time to join the Lobby for Change group now.”
Jennie, his wife, holding an enormous carry-on bag, tried to soothe him. Using the last vestige of her patience, she dangled a carrot, offering to go to the desk and see if they could get on another flight.
“Another flight?” he shouted. “You know I can only fly with Whitetail Airlines, all those others give me the jitters!”  “But why?” asked Jennie for probably the thousandth time in their ten year marriage. “From the inside you can’t tell any difference.” “Of course there is a difference,” said John. “And if you didn’t dither around so much deciding what to bring we would have been here in plenty of time.”
“We were here in plenty of time,” said Jennie with a spark of unaccustomed anger. “If you hadn’t spent so much time arguing over the temperature of your coffee in that little café, we would have heard the boarding calls and been on that plane. Why must you argue over every little thing with everybody? Now give me that boarding pass before you mangle it any further. I’ll go and ask about another flight.”

Thursday, March 8, 2018

not how I expected the afternoon to go

Yesterday, about noonish, I began having a burning sensation around my sternum.
When I still had it today, I decided I'd head to the hospital after lunch.

Hopped on a bus, walked from the city stop down the road to the hospital and got hooked up for an ECG, had my blood pressure taken, had some blood taken via one of those little doodads in my hand. They call them gelcoes, so there I was with a gelco in my hand for several hours, answering a hundred and one questions, staying calm, don't want that blood pressure going up. I almost fell asleep, I was so calm.

Eventually one doctor decided the burning sensation could be from the constant coughing which is a side effect of the blood pressure medication and possibly a little reflux, which I've never suffered from before, but with all this new stuff, why not have a little reflux, just to complicate things.

So they had me drink down a little cocktail of mylanta and anaesthetic, to see if that would help. It did, but not much. I don't recommend it, that anaesthetic put the back of my throat to sleep faster than I could say Yuck. 

I now have a prescription for a different blood pressure tablet, one that doesn't cause the dry coughing, and also for reflux tablets. 
Then I got cleared to go home, so I peeled of all the sticky tabs the electrodes had been attached to and got dressed, then sat and waited for someone to remove the gelco. 
Half an hour later, along comes a nice little nurse, removes the gelco and applies a pad of gauze and finger pressure for about a minute, which is usually long enough.

When she removed the pressure and the gauze, a geyser of blood fountained into the air, ran all over my hand, then dripped on the floor.
I have NEVER seen my blood move that fast. 

We got it stopped with another minute of finger pressure, cleaned me up and I was good to go. Headed for the door and waited around for my daughter.
Ten minutes later I headed back to the emergency room and they all panicked.
Was I bleeding again? No. I had simply forgotten to pay.
Big sighs of relief as I paid the Medicare component, which will be refunded to my account, this saves the hospital having to put in the claim.

So now I'm home again, have had coffee, brought the rubbish bins in, settled Lola and am contemplating dinner.

OMG facts

1. there are at least 100,000 chemical reactions going on in a normal human brain every second.

2. "It's strange how memory gets twisted and pulled like taffy in its retelling"
     Writer Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies

3. "The older I get, the faster I was"
       Basketball star Charles Barkley

4. You cannot taste food unless it is mixed with saliva.

5. Of the 247 billion email messages sent every day, 81% are pure spam.

6. In 2003, there were 86 days of below-freezing weather in Hell, Michigan.  *

7. 85% of American shoppers go to their right when entering a store.

8. A sneeze travels out of your mouth at more than 100mph  **

9. "We could certainly slow the aging process down if it had to work its way through Congress"
     Humorist Will Rogers

10. Like fingerprints, everyone's tongue print is different.

11. Mr Potato Head was the first toy advertised on television in 1952

12. Temperature can affect a person's appetite. A cold person is more likely to eat more food.

* so Hell has actually frozen over several times

** so the people standing nearby will be fine, but the person at the end of the block should cover their nose and mouth?

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

SPAM ALERT SPAM ALERT HACKED EMAIL ALERT

It would appear that my email address has been hacked again. Anyone receiving an email with:

web.barrieinsulation.ca
with my name right here under it

please mark it as SPAM and delete it. this is NOT from me.

Sunday, March 4, 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 usually participates, and she may or may not be back today.


I managed to get photos off my camera after my pretty little laptop had a nice long beauty sleep. 

this is the honey I'm currently using in my cups of tea,  Beechworth brand, which is always nice tasting, 'Bee Cause'  Mountain Honey.

100% Australian Honey...Always!
Every jar of Beechworth Honey enjoyed contributes to saving Australia's honeybees.
And for me, that's a cause worth standing behind.

Following doctor's orders, I have been out walking every day (almost), gradually increasing time spent walking and speed of walking, not rushing, but walking more normally than the heavy-footed shuffle that's been happening recently.
Yesterday I took my camera with me.

I thought this bark pattern looked interesting,

and the way the branches grew out in a circle around the tree, starting above my head height and growing shorter as the neared the top of the tree. 

this is what the leaves look like, and no, I did NOT pull these off, they were already lying on the ground.


a little further along, this old tree stump caught my eye. I've walked this path before, although it wasn't brick paved back then, and I remember this tree being very large and half dead. I'd say it was cut down so as not to be a danger to people walking and riding their bikes. It's well dried out, so must have been cut several years ago.
It's quite large, about ten feet from the front right hand corner to the back left just beyond that little bit sticking up higher.

this split, charred section tells me it may have been struck by lightning at some point.

the wood grain may not show very well, but it is quite pretty with its multiple growth rings. I wouldn't mind having a slab of this polished up as a coffee table. The general shape of the entire stump reminds me of the large polished slab, mounted on a piece of old trunk/root section of another tree, which is used as a dining table in the Arkaba Hotel. It's a huge table, the Coles girls and I sat around it at our Christmas/New year dinner.

The setting sun backlit these clouds very nicely.

Let's finish with Lola:

doing an excellent Angel impersonation.