Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Sunday, July 29, 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 I'll introduce you to one of my favourite pieces of equipment, commonly called a clothes airer, I use it for drying things small enough to fit when the weather outside means I can't hang things on the backyard line. Which is most of the time because it's not nice out there where the sun rarely shines longer than an hour before being shadowed by the buildings.

here she is, all folded up to fit nicely behind any door. You'll notice she has wheels for convenient moving. See the little round table in the background? We'll get to that later.

she opens out by pulling the sides apart

and locking those crossbars in place

the top section is lifted from where it hung down inside the side and locked into place, I had to white out some family photos there.

the top wings fold out,

as do two sets of side wings. How's that for lots of hanging space? It isn't very wide, I can't hang bedsheets on it, they have to go out on to the sunless washing line. But it takes care of all the small stuff.

here is Lola doing a bit of photo-bombing

I found this top quality tea towel at a thrift shop for only $4, it is so closely woven it should last forever and I love the kitty border, which looks grey here but is actually a dark green.

at the same thrift shop I also found this crocheted cot blanket which I plan to use as a knee rug on frosty mornings, or perhaps throw it around my shoulders

the border is so colourful too.

and here is that little carved wood side table, found in the same thrift shop, I'm so glad I went in there that day. Usually I just put stuff in the collection bin out front.

if you look closely at the middle you'll see one of the white diamond shapes is missing, I can fill that in with a bit of white plaster or similar.












Friday, July 27, 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. dumped
2. welcome
3. incident
4. sounded
5. ended
6. unaware

and/or:

1. moving
2. attended
3. responsible
4. smell
5. arrived
6. window

Here is my story:


Being dumped unceremoniously at the altar was the last straw, Jill decided. She’d had enough of this town and its cliquey inhabitants. She’d been unaware of Dan’s skirt-chasing shenanigans until the morning in the church when a mobile phone was handed to her. Dan, who sounded annoyingly cheerful, had told her he wouldn’t be there after all, having just arrived in Fiji with his secretary Mona. “I’m sorry things have ended this way,” he’d said, “but the thing is…Mona is pregnant,” at which point Jill snapped the phone shut and threw it at the wall.

“Sorry is he? Believe me, the man doesn’t know what sorry is.” Jill stormed out of the church, thankful that only a few of her friends had attended, and even less of Dan’s friends. Humiliation in front of a larger crowd would have been too much to bear. As one was heard to remark later, “Jill’s rage was so hot, I swear the smell of brimstone was in that church!”

Gossip spread quickly the next day. “Did you hear about the incident at St Paul’s? “said Loretta. “I heard she slammed the chapel door so hard it cracked a window,” said Sophie. “Nonsense,” said old Joe Farnsworth. “That window has been cracked for years, I did it myself with a baseball years ago.”

A small committee of women took it upon themselves to visit Jill and offer commiserations. She didn’t take it well at all, saying shortly that if any of them had thought to be responsible and enlighten her about Dan, she wouldn’t be in this mess now.

A week later, looking around the small cottage to be sure nothing was left behind, Jill snapped her suitcases securely, phoned her mother and said, “I’m moving back home Mum, but don’t bother with any welcome home party, I won’t be staying long. I have urgent business to take care of in Fiji.”

**Next month, the Words for Wednesday will be right here at Drifting Through Life**

Thursday, July 26, 2018

yesterday was an anniversary, sort of

July 25th 2017, after several weeks of saying there'd be no other cat, I only wanted Angel back,  I made the decision to collect Lola from the Animal Welfare Shelter. 


Perhaps I should have stuck to my original 'no other cat' decision.


Lola has settled in well, she is happy here, has put on weight and has a glossy coat and I like to pretend she loves me, but here is how she celebrated her one year anniversary: 

Refused several types of food. 
Ate dinner too fast then vomited it right back up, onto her newly washed fluffy blanket.
Three bouts of diarrhea throughout the day and evening. 

Fun times eh?

*sigh*

Wednesday, July 25, 2018

calling all Americans

How many of you watch America's Got Talent
(or maybe he's on American idol, but I'm pretty sure he's on America's Got Talent...)

Anyway, I'm talking about Hans  (and his lovely ladies) aka Matt Gilbertson who is currently over there wowing the judges and audiences just as much as he does here. 
He's hoping to win of course, who doesn't? and your viewer votes will help, but don't vote just because I said so. Vote if you think he deserves it.

I've seen him myself, in person, on stage, and think he's fabulous. He's a homeboy, from my very own Australian city, Adelaide, in South Australia.  He writes a column for the entertainment page of our Sunday newspaper.

Check out the show and see for yourself. You won't be sorry.

Monday, July 23, 2018

Another Musical Monday

Let's hope this plays, it's one of my favourites:


Nick Lowe: I Knew the Bride When She Used To Rock and Roll

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.