Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Friday, August 31, 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 ME and can be found right here.  

NEXT month, September, the words will again be supplied by Delores.

This week's words are: 

1. kitchen
2. long
3. modicum
4. notice
5. overly
6. perfectly

and/or:

1. quivering
2. roasted
3. strawberry
4. theory
5. umbrage
6. vestige

Here is my story:

In theory, someone who claimed to have never been anywhere near a kitchen, should not have been able to turn out such a delicious repast. The perfectly roasted potatoes, the succulent beef, tender greens and the delectable strawberry tarts waiting for their finishing touch, a dollop of whipped cream.

I had not been at all impressed with my previous two applicants for kitchen assistance. 

Vague, not-quite-there Dee-Ann, who assured me she had obtained all the required qualifications, yet seemed incapable of keeping her overly long nails trimmed or even clean, became a quivering jelly whenever I spoke to her about the mess she left behind at every step. Clearly not suited to taking or following instructions, (classroom learning is not the same as actual practical experience,) I gave her two weeks pay in lieu of notice and practically shoved her out the door. 

I suspected her qualifications had been earned via correspondence school, not through a teaching college. I sighed and placed the Help Wanted sign back in the window. 

Kevin, who came swaggering in announcing he could and would do anything and everything, took umbrage the first time I questioned his methods. I soon learned that he didn't just have a chip on his shoulder over past treatment in other kitchens, he had the whole damn  tree! 
It took everything I had to not show a single vestige of animosity as I showed him the door. And slammed it behind him.

Feeling a modicum of desperation, (Mrs Wicks wanted the kitchen up and running in time for Christmas), again I placed the Help Wanted sign in the window.

A small, delicately built girl, Michelle had initially come in thinking I wanted a dishwasher or waitress. "I don't know nothing about cooking, but i reckon I could learn," she'd said, then proceeded to surprise me, after only one week, with this stunning lunch menu now laid out along the counter. 


Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Words for Wednesday


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 ME and can be found right here.

This week's words are:

1. kitchen
2. long
3. modicum
4. notice
5. overly
6. perfectly

and/or:

1. quivering
2. roasted
3. strawberry
4. theory
5. umbrage
6. vestige

**let the creativity begin!**


Monday, August 27, 2018

**ALERT! ALERT!** NEW SCAM

I'm told there's a new computer scam going around where the scammers call people and pretend to be from a bank, phone company or the police, and tell people they need their help catching scammers, then get remote access to the computer and steal bank details. 

Be aware, and be careful. Do not give out any details. 

a little more than 140 characters

It's been said that those people you dislike the most are the ones who have the same traits that you despise in yourself. Perhaps this  helps to explain Trump's viciousness on twitter?

Sunday, August 26, 2018

Sunday Selections and a heads-up notice

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 we are beginning with something new in my home:

We all know I'm a demon when it comes to "saving with a purpose" and after several years of stashing away a certain amount per week, I have two recliner chairs replacing my old couch which now has a home somewhere else. As you can see, the chairs have the "Monkey" seal of approval.


now we go back to V's home for more of her wonderful ornaments:

a wizard and dragon playing chess

the oldest of her three remaining cats, Ulli is now 22 years old. You may notice his face is a teensy bit misshapen,  his jaw has been broken, V believes from being hit by a car as a kitten. She rescued him from a shelter many years ago.

Baking stuffed apples in her skillet, the smell was heavenly

a tiny gumnut teapot and matching bowl

little wooden containers, I love wooden things too and I also love that cabbage leaf jug in the background.

some of the masks on a wall hanging and you may notice the metal-cut kitty from last week

a pretty woven basket

another wizard/dragon combination

the rug V wove as a wall hanging but is now on her bedroom floor

and this very nicely carved and stained container finishes our journey at V's home

we'll finish with one more new thing at my place:

this mirror from Ikea which I had been wanting for a while but was often unavailable, given as a birthday gift from my eldest child, T. It is now hanging on the wall instead of just leaning against it. 

**I may or may not do a Sunday Selections next week, or for a couple of weeks, I'm having a lot of pain in my hands now the evenings and early mornings are frosty-cold**
















Friday, August 24, 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 ME! and can be found right here
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This week's words are: 

1. yellow
2. zinnias
3. adjust
4. boots
5. chicken
6. doomed

and/or:

1. extensively
2. flagstones
3. gingerly
4. holding
5. investigator
6. jerked

Here is my story:


 Barry Whitmore watched carefully as his Granny gingerly negotiated the newly laid flagstones. “If I’d known they were still a bit muddy, I’d have worn my rubber boots,” she said. He reached out a hand. “No, no, don’t help me. I’m not decrepit just yet. Getting on a bit, but I can still walk by myself, I just need to be slow and careful. I see the flowerbeds have been planted, the seedlings look like zinnias. Are they zinnias?” “Yes, Granny, yellow zinnias mostly, with a few other colours randomly spaced. Mum thought you’d like them.”

Granny reached the new front porch and slowly navigated the two broad steps leading up to it. “I like it this way,” she said. “Raised up a bit means the rain won’t come sweeping in under the front door anymore like it used to. What other work has been done while I was away?” Barry said, “The whole house has been extensively renovated. Mum wanted this and Dad wanted that and it just sort of snowballed. They were both real pleased when the insurance investigator deemed the kitchen fire an accident. Like it was, of course. Dad wouldn’t deliberately set the kitchen alight. They paid up enough to get the whole house done over.”

“Ah yes,” said Granny. “The fire. What was your dad cooking again? I don’t remember.” “That jerked chicken recipe he found in a Jamaican cookbook. Probably should have done it on the barbecue outside. But this way we got the kitchen Mum always wanted.” “She deserves it too,” said Granny. “Your Mum is a fabulous cook. I can hardly wait to taste one of her lemon chiffon cakes again.”

“Come and see the new kitchen then,” said Barry. “And there’s something else, a secret, just for you. If you want it that is.” After holding open the front door, Barry showed his Granny the hallway floor, newly polished, on the way to the kitchen. “I’ll show you the bedrooms after,” he said. “I want to show you the secret surprise first.”

They reached the kitchen and Granny gave a gasp of pure delight. “I love it,” she declared. “Look at all the counter space! And the sunshine flooding in so Cathy won’t have to have the electric light on all the time, like she used to.” Granny gave Barry a hug. “Was it nice staying with Aunty Pat out in the country? Mum was a bit worried about that, but she didn’t want you cramped up in that little caravan they rented while the house got done,” said Barry.

“Aunty Pat was nice, and those cousins too, so many cousins! but I had to adjust to the farm routine again. It’s been a very long time since I got up at the crack of dawn. These days I’m used to sleeping until seven o’clock. I’ll tell you one thing though, if that rooster of theirs had crowed under my bedroom window just one more time, he’d have been doomed. I might have chased him around the yard with an axe. He would have been soup!”

Barry had a good laugh at that mental image, his nearly ninety-year-old granny running around with an axe. “Now what’s this about a secret surprise?” Granny said. “Over here through this blue door,” said Barry flinging it open to reveal and entire suite of rooms decorated in Granny’s favourite colours. “This is all for you, if you want it. Mum and Dad would love to have you keep living with them. I’ll be coming home in the holidays too and Susie said she’ll bring the new baby to visit as soon as everyone is resettled.”

“I love it,” said Granny. “I’ll have to thank Cathy and John for thinking of it. It’s certainly a lot different now from the tiny cottage Seth and I moved into as newlyweds.”



Wednesday, August 22, 2018

Words for Wednesday


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 ME and can be found right here.

This week's words are:

1. yellow
2. zinnias
3. adjust
4. boots
5. chicken
6. doomed

and/or:

1. extensively
2. flagstones
3. gingerly
4. holding
5. investigator
6. jerked

**let the creativity begin!**



Sunday, August 19, 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 we are still in V's home looking at a few of her many, many knick-knacks, she has a fondness for cats and witches, also dragons but I don't have photos of dragons.

this tiny chef looks as if her pot is about to boil over

a closer look at the teeny tiny mouse by her feet, the teaspoon in between them gives an indication of size

a few of the kitchen cats, I love the red and green pepper mill

two witches hanging in the kitchen doorway

here's a better view from the kitchen side

this flat kitty was cut from a sheet of tin and painted

a pair of ceramic best buddies

freckles, or perhaps speckles

this fabric padded kitty sits on the electric spinning wheel, perhaps she once kept a casserole dish warm

this girl reminds me of my own kitchen witch Mavis,  but Mavis is only a third the size of this one

her tall and thin friend looks like her name might be Emma, look in her basket, there is a miniature Garfield

here is 'Emma's" pretty face

nesting dolls but I don't think they are from the same set. I always wanted a set of these 

I like the pretty patterns on this cat

and this is the golden girl next to her



















Friday, August 17, 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 ME and can be found right here.

This week's words are:

1. middle
2. nought
3. obnoxious
4. plastic
5. queenly
6. regardless

and/or:

1. speechless
2. timber
3. underbelly
4. vanity
5. walked
6. machine

Here is my story:


I stepped around the body on the cold cement floor. “Looks like the seedy underbelly has risen to the surface, Danny boy.” “What the heck are you on about?” he asked. “Dunno,” I replied. Guess I’m watching too many B grade crime shows lately.” “Yeah, that’ll do it,” said Dan. “My mum talks like that after she’s been watching late night TV.”

Looking into the face of the dead Gloria, I muttered, “Not so queenly now are you?” “Queenly?” asked Dan. “Thought she was so high and mighty, lording it over the other girls like she was their queen bee or something, always ordering them to do little things for her, like they were servants or something. She even started wearing those little tiara things in her hair. Lately she’s just been so obnoxious, I’m not surprised someone offed her.”

“So you know this woman?” said Dan. “You don’t?” I was surprised. “I thought everyone in town knew Gloria. Highest paid hooker in the county. Had plans to retire and start her own brothel. Looks like those dreams have been for nought.” “Little young to be retiring, isn’t she?” said Dan.

“Nah, she’s just about middle aged, or maybe a bit more. Gloria here was chock-full of vanity and had more than her share of plastic surgery. I heard she even had her “virginity” restored, with a little tightening in the right places.”

Dan stared at me, speechless for almost a minute as he digested my words. “Can they actually do that?” he finally managed to whisper. “Sure,” I said. “Enough money and a good plastic surgeon, you can get just about anything done these days.” Dan said, “I need a drink.” He walked towards the vending machine against the back wall. “Get one for me.” I said.

We sipped our cokes, standing well back from the body so as not to spill any on her. Dan motioned to the timber stake through her throat. “Regardless of who she was, what she did, Gloria still deserves justice. We need to find her killer.” “Crime scene techs are on their way,” I said. “I called them as I drove in. They should be here any minute now with their little evidence baggies and fingerprint kits.”

Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Words for Wednesday


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 ME and can be found right here.

This week's words are:

1. middle
2. nought
3. obnoxious
4. plastic
5. queenly
6. regardless

and/or:

1. speechless
2. timber
3. underbelly
4. vanity
5. walked
6. machine

**let the creativity begin!**



Sunday, August 12, 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 visit V's weaving room today:

this is the brand and model of her table loom

side view

work in progress

seen from a different angle

I like the colours V has chosen

and the pattern, this piece, like all her work, is all natural fibres, wool and sometimes alpaca hair, this piece is destined to be a poncho.

here is a closer side view showing how much woven fabric is already wound.

V tells me this is an electric spinning wheel, which runs very fast, but she hasn't used it in many years, having too much arthritis now to spin with any comfort.

the front view

V also has a fondness for puppets and made several of her own when she was younger.

but not these two pictured. I have seen photos of V with her handmade string puppets, she used to put on puppet shows.

and V loves cats, real and toy, her collection of stuffed Garfields is quite a sight.








Friday, August 10, 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 ME and can be found right here.

This week's words are:

1.atonement
2. banishment
3. cavalier
4. wheeled
5. empirical
6. fondness

and/or:

1. gently
2. hats
3. irksome
4. janitorial
5. kindness
6. laughed


Here is my story:



God’s Observation Deck 3

“Why so sad God?” said Peter. “You haven’t heard the latest escapade?” replied God. “He’s gone too far this time, I’m going to have to banish him.” “Lucifer? What’s he done now?” “Take a look,” said God. “He’s been down there sowing seeds of hatred and jealousy again. Greed too. There’s so much resentment and fighting amongst the people, no one has the time to appreciate any of the good anymore.”

“I see,” said Peter. “Shall I send him to you?” “Yes, please,” said God. He paced back and forth, frowning, as he tried to work out the nicest possible way to banish his brother. When Lucifer arrived on the deck, he immediately began screeching his discontent, showing just how well the seeds of his own jealousy, hate and greed had grown within him.

As God began to speak, Lucifer screamed, “I’ll finish you off first, you can’t do this to me!” and threw a giant fireball at his brother. God halted the fireball with a single frosty look, causing it to explode into millions of fiery gems which fell to the earth below, to be discovered many centuries later in Australia, as opals.

Momentarily silenced, Lucifer had no choice but to hear God’s words. “Your irksome behaviour, your cavalier attitude to our janitorial position has gotten way out of hand, Lucy. Word has come from the empirical being that you are to be banished, to live in a fiery hell of your own making, since that is the way you seem to think things should be.”

A single bolt of lightning from far above the deck had Lucifer cowering momentarily, then he straightened his spine and marched toward the gap created in the heavenly mist.

“Fine! I’ll go, but this isn’t the end you know,” and he stepped through, beginning his fall into the fiery depths of hell. “Let his banishment be complete,” said God and the misty gap closed once more.

Peter stepped forward and gently guided God to his favourite chair. A moment later Mary came through the gallery door with a wheeled cart bearing cups of tea and many small cakes.

‘Well?” she said. “What do you think?” God glanced up and, startled, almost fell off his chair. Mary preened as he said, “I see your fondness for silly hats continues,” where did you get this one?” “Those ostriches down in Africa dropped a few feathers and allowed me to take them. The cupids-in-training stitched this up for me.”

“Hmmm,” said God. “Perhaps they should stick with their training instead.” “Now, now,” laughed Mary. “Taking a break from all those arrows and targets is a kindness they won’t forget. Everyone should have more than one skill if it is at all possible.”

As God helped himself to more cakes, Mary asked, “is there anyway Lucifer can achieve atonement?” ‘Not in my lifetime,” growled God, biting into another chocolate covered petit-four. “It’s a good thing we’re in heaven where there are no calories,” said Mary.



Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Words for Wednesday

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 ME and can be found right here.

This week's words are:

1. atonement
2. banishment
3. cavalier
4. wheeled
5. empirical
6. fondness

and/or:

1. gently
2. hats
3. irksome
4. janitorial
5. kindness
6. laughed

**let the creativity begin!**



Tuesday, August 7, 2018

So Lola went to the day spa (vet)

and had a manicure (claw clipping) and a nice shoulder rub to keep her calm while the spa attendant (vet) prepared a syringe of two-week antibiotic for her skin infection, which is NOT mange!!

Hooray! NOT mange. Just a little infection which has been itching and Lola has been scratching out huge clumps of hair because of it. This is on top of the huge amounts of hair she sheds on a daily basis.

Yesterday, I got home from being out for several hours and the blanket she sleeps on looked like there'd been a cat fight on it, there was so much hair there!

Anyway, we're home again and Lola is out on Angel's big carpet covered scratching post tower pretending to be Queen of all she surveys and when she comes in later for her usual six hour nap, I'll get out there and vacuum twelve months worth of hair and shredded carpet bits off it.

Monday, August 6, 2018

Happy Birthday!

You know who you are

Happy Birthday to you  🎝

Happy Birthday to you 🎜

Happy Birthday dear JahTeh 🎶 

Happy Birthday to yoooouuuuu!!

Extra cakes in case people drop around

or just save some for later

afternoon tea perhaps,

tea with Mother and the others at the nursing home

a blue one in case Andrew drops in, (blue for boys and maybe he'd love the shoes)

and this one just because I like it.


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