Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Friday, November 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 Elephant's Child and can be found here.

This week's words are:

1. opera
2. recommend
3. champagne
4. excitement
5. sunshine
6. jam

and/or:

1. dimension
2. raid
3. weed
4. admiration
5. corner
6. employ

here is my story:


They stood on the back porch staring at the sagging pergola that framed the backyard view

“What’s your great idea Dad?” asked Harry.

“I recommend you employ a gardener to mount a full scale raid on that rampant weed in the corner, trim back the overgrown fruit trees, perhaps espalier that one nearest the fence, then lay those stacked pavers on all the areas where the lawn doesn’t grow. Keep that centre patch and get it weed free as quickly as you can,” said Laurence. “You can always lift a few pavers later if you want to plant something.”

“What do you suggest for that corner once the weed is gone?” asked Harry.

“That open-sided gazebo that sits in the corner of my yard,” said Laurence. “You know mum and I are downsizing next year, the mini-villas in the new retirement village will be ready by Easter and we plan to move in as soon as we are allowed. Mum wants the garden stuff to go to you and Eleanor, and that corner of yours is the perfect size. The gazebo will add a whole new dimension to this yard.”

“It will for sure,” said Harry. “It will be a champagne garden done on a beer budget. We can afford the gardener for a weekend, maybe two, but everything else will have to be done on the cheap. Shoestring budget.”

They went inside to discuss the plan with Eleanor who expressed her admiration with a squeal of excitement as she finished laying out the afternoon tea. “Let’s contact the gardening company right away,” she said. “Then hope for a few weekends of sunshine so it all comes together. We can focus on the inside when it’s too cold or wet to be outside.”

“Strawberry jam for your scones Dad?” said Harry. 

“Thank you son,” said Laurence. “Set an extra cup out would you please Eleanor? Maxine should be about finished at the hairdresser now and she said she’s coming straight here to measure your windows. If our drapes will fit, that will save you a few extra dollars, until you decide exactly what it is you want your rooms to look like.”

Eleanor set out the extra teacup and a plate for scones, then asked “Which opera are you and Maxine going to see tonight?”

Wednesday, November 28, 2018

from yesterday's newspaper

"...Federal Attorney-General Christian Porter and his state colleagues have signed off on a harebrained investigation into raising the age of criminal responsibility from 10 to as high as 16.......blah, blah,blah....The basis of all this, apparently, is that people under the age of 16 might not have a full understanding of what is right and wrong and are therefore not capable of committing a crime."



ARE YOU KIDDING ME???
NOT CAPABLE??
 DON'T KNOW RIGHT FROM WRONG??

The columnist who wrote this goes on to say: "This idea should have been ripped up within 10 seconds of it being proposed. Do our governments really want to give a free pass to youths to do whatever they please and not face the consequences? It would be a licence to riot."

I agree. But go ahead and discuss this in comments if you wish.

If anyone would like me to copy the entire article I can do that too.

Monday, November 26, 2018

a little help please?

does anyone out there know which movie or TV series has James Spader looking like this?

I've done a quick search via IMDb but couldn't find any photos there to match this look. A couple of possibilities where he has dark hair are "Greasy Lake" or "Keys to Tulsa", but i can't be sure based on the limited photos at the IMDb site.

Sunday, November 25, 2018

Sunday Selections # 407

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.


We're inside today, getting a peek at my revamped lounge room:

some of you may remember my TV cabinet. This behemoth took up almost a third of the available living space, remembering my dining/work table is also in this room. This cabinet was extremely heavy and came in three parts that should have been screwed together to make a complete unit. but the floor was crooked, so screws would have pulled loose from the weight not being stabilised or something, so it was never done. impossible too, to remove or replace any of the TV-DVD components, without shifting the whole thing to access the wires and power outlet which was behind the centre section.
Changes had to be made.  All dvds and other ornaments were removed, as you can plainly see.

except for the Witch House right on top as I couldn't lift it down without help, two hands on the house leaves none for the ladder...

this is the replacement, from Ikea. My son joked that Ikea was becoming my second home (*~*)

along with these shelves, 6 individual units, side by side, sized especially for DVDs or CDs. I set the shelves for DVDs.
Notice the gap between the wall and the shelves? They had to be fixed to the wall before I could load in all my DVDs

here they are together, looking good and taking up about half the space of the other one which was on loan from T until I decided what I really wanted.

all the usual suspects are still there

times two, plus a new Christmas snow globe

this now, is my brother's work. He made a template, then cut the bases of all the units to fit over the skirting boards. Pretty clever isn't he? so handy to have a brother who knows how to do pretty much anything and has the tools for it.

one of the  many wall fixings, the whole section is now stabilised, all six units, ready to be filled

ta-da!!
all dvds in, with space for more 😊

here's a drawn back shot with Lola photo-bombing.


Pssst! I forgot it was Saturday and almost went to bed without scheduling this....ssshh! don't tell













Friday, November 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 supplied by Elephant's Child  and can be found here.

This week's words are:

1. transparent
2. solve
3. theory
4. loot
5. take
6. wing

and/or:

1. demonstrate
2. graduate
3. justify
4. strain
5. stain
6. blackmail

Here is my story:


The under-graduate class sat transfixed as the debate raged on. Students in the far back rows having to strain a little to hear past the jeers and cheers as each candidate made points and counterpoints.

Justin struggled to prove that theory was the best base for learning to solve any problem, while William tried to demonstrate the power of practical experience. Both raised good points to justify their arguments. They had studied well, with an eye on the prize, a veritable ‘pot of gold’. Never before had the prize money reached such proportions. As one of the younger students had said, “That’s a lot of loot!”

The winner would also receive scholarship status at a prestigious European University. Neither Justin nor William had heard the rumour that Rudolph Mannheim, holder of that purse, had decided that in the case of a draw, both students would receive the scholarship status with the “loot” being divided between them. After all, they were his great-grandsons.

The student body had been blackmailed into silence, with promises of an extra week off over the Christmas break. Uppity Oliver Stenman thought accepting the extra week would be a stain on his character, stating that blackmail was illegal and he wanted no part of it. But still, he kept his mouth shut too. If he didn’t, his newest girlfriend would drop him like a hot potato.

As the hours ticked on, it became transparently clear that each was beginning to see the good in the arguments of the other. Rudolph Mannheim, sitting at the side of the stage, firmly gripping his walking cane, was pleased with the way things were going. He had lived many, many years, through good times and bad and knew already that Justin was about to learn that theory was fine, but practical experience to back the theory was also necessary. And William too would discover that while practical experience was a good teacher, a little book learning beforehand was a great idea too.

Once free from the burden of studies, each would take wing and fly high in the career of their choice. Just as Rudolph had intended. Listening to the debate, he decided this would be his last year as benefactor. He would make a very large donation to the university and retire to his “shack” on the beach to spend his remaining days fishing, reading and walking the sands with his wife, Glenda.



Sunday, November 18, 2018

Sunday Selections # 406

Skipping the intro blurb because my mind is all over the place with changes that are going on here:

every year Elephant's Child goes to see the Floriade show and buys a few fridge magnets to send to people who would like one. I always put my hand up 

and here is my collection

from a little bit further away, see those teeny tiny stars on my fridge?


here's a close-up. They are pastel coloured, gold edged and no more than a quarter of an inch (5-6mm) across at the widest point. They also glow in the dark!
I've been looking for more of these for years but can't find them anywhere. Anybody know of any?
I bought these about 16 years ago.

during our contaminated strawberry scare, I began buying strawberries anyway, because I always cut them up, but there were some odd shapes in my punnet. (other people reported odd shapes too)

Angel wings..

and this, a smaller angel perhaps?

Fruchocs are a favourite sweet in Australia, peach&apricot fruit centres dipped in chocolate, recently a strawberry variety was introduced.
Notice at the top of the pack, tiny white lettering that says "Tear here" to open of course,

at the bottom of the pack is this delightful message. The strawberry pack has a different message but I can't remember what it said.

finishing now with dinner, home made burger patty and a salad. 









Friday, November 16, 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 Elephant's Child and can be found here.

This week's words are:

1. peel
2. justify
3. wall
4. employee
5. temperature
6. roll

and/or:

1. volume
2. revenge
3. fraud
4. explain
5. weak
6. vague

Here is my story:


The full volume of his voice roared through the factory floor. “Fraud? Who dares to call me a fraud!?”

He pointed to an employee quivering in his seat. “Peel yourself off that chair and explain to me why I am a fraud!”

The employee stood against the wall and tried to explain in a way that wouldn’t cause the temperature in the already hot room to rise any further.

“Well sir,” he began, “you look like the rest of us, you did a good job with that, but you are still quite, ummm, different.”

A glare from the Alien had him wishing he could just walk right through the wall and run home as fast as he could.

“Keep talking,” the Alien said. “I would learn where I went wrong so I can do better!”

“It’s little things mostly,” said the employee. “We aren’t as pink as you probably learned and some of us are other colours, like brown or even black.”

“Like this?” said the Alien as patches of his skin began to change colour.

“Well, yes,” said the employee, “but none of us are all colours at once. For instance a brown person is brown all over, a black person is black all over, some of us white people have very white skin and some of us are pink where the sun touches our skin and some of us turn light brown from sunshine.”

“Light brown?” said the Alien. “What is light brown?”

Another employee spoke up, “like a weak shade of regular brown, like me, I’m light brown, it’s called tan and in the cold months my skin goes back to white because there is not enough sunshine.”

“This is all very vague,” said the Alien. “I begin to think my instruction was not properly done.”

“That’s right,” said yet another employee, emboldened by the fact the first two hadn’t been blasted to smithereens or whatever these Aliens do to enemies.

“We don’t have wheels on our feet to roll around on, like you do.”

“But I’ve seen them!” roared the Alien, who didn’t seem to be able to lower his voice at all.

“What you’ve seen are what we call skates,” said the third employee. “They are wheels attached to boots that we then put on our feet to roll around. We don’t wear them all the time and certainly not to work.”

“Anything else?” roared the Alien.

A timid girl behind him spoke up,” you presented yourself as Mr Mulholland, that’s our boss, but I think you didn’t see him before you manifested yourself here. Mr Mulholland isn’t as tall as you and not round like you either. He is short and thin and wears glasses to be able to see properly.”

“So I have many mistakes that I must correct before I can call myself human?” asked the Alien. “My teachers have led me wrong. Perhaps they thought to “play a joke” as you humans sometimes do. I shall return to Isotopiapalooza and plan my revenge on them. They will be begging to justify their actions.”

Sunday, November 11, 2018

Sunday Selections # 405

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.


Back in the garden again, a different type of aeonium, smaller and lighter than the black I showed you last week, which is also in this photo just on the left, the darker longer leaves. This area is almost entirely aeoniums

a cascade of green

my mint is doing very well, I must remember to pick and dry some before the earwigs get it

the hoya is recovering after being neglected most of the year, shiny new leaves popping out all over

the white geranium has been chewed by something, probably earwigs, they're quite plentiful this spring

my catmint is also doing well, in spite of the pot being home to an ant nest. I'm currently trying to dry some of this to fill my daughters catmint tube, for Missy to play with. Lola just gets fresh cut sprigs with the stems a little crushed to release the scent, she rolls around in it, rubs her face on it, chews it a bit.

I have a new windspinner, this one is plastic, the others were fabric stretched over wing shapes, I hope this one lasts a bit longer. Eventually, I'll save some $$ and get bigger metal ones. Little kids walking by with their grandma love these.

I planted some red yarrow, but haven't watered it enough, it's struggling a bit, but hanging in there

I also planted some dill, I love the scent of this on a hot summer day and eventually hope this spreads through the bare patches via self-seeding. it should bring plenty of bees.
Right now though, there is nothing to see, the feathery foliage has been eaten down to the ground by something, so I placed an empty soft drink bottle over where the roots are/were and I hope it will recover.

How's your garden growing?









Friday, November 9, 2018

Wednesday's Words on a Friday

It's 6:37pm on Thursday and I've got nothing in mind. I've been out all day and most of yesterday too, so let's just see what happens with these words....


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 Elephant's Child and can be found here.

This week's words are:

1. enclosing
2. purpose
3. care
4. patch
5. jamming
6. shame

and/or:

1. bent
2. organic
3. mangle
4. textbook
5. gravity
6. excuse

Here we go>>>

give me a minute, I'm thinking......
and eating. 

Home made hot chips (fries), homemade burger patty, (no bun) and a side of hot slaw, which is just coleslaw vegetables stir-fried instead of mixed with coleslaw dressing.

You're all hungry now, right? Ha Ha

God's Observation Deck 4

Pushing through the star-spangled door and passing through the spacious room beyond, God stepped out onto his observation deck. A huge enormous deck from which he could magically see just about everything.

"Ah, Peter, thought I'd find you here," said God. "Seeing anything interesting down there?"
"I've been watching the Williams family," said Peter. "Michelle's mum has a bumper crop of organic apples this year and she's making apple sauce and apple pies."

"Seems like they've turned things around since they switched their little patch to permaculture."
"hmm," said Peter. "all that mulching and the nutrient from the worm farm have helped a lot. Elaine thinks she may be able to sell some of the apple sauce at the Farmer's Market this year."

"She probably can," said God, "but what's all that ruckus at the back of the house?"

"That's Michelle," said Peter. "Elaine has told her there'll be no apple pie for dessert if she doesn't clean up her room, so Michelle is jamming as much as she can into the closet and hoping it will stay there. A shame really, if she only sorted it all properly, she'd see that most of it is rubbish, old school papers and stuff. She's only going to have to do it all again when Elaine finds out." 

"How about I put a hold on the closet door for a while, just until tomorrow, so Michelle gets some apple pie." said God. 

Peter said, "That doesn't seem like the best idea you ever had. If she gets away with it this time, she'll just keep trying it instead of properly cleaning her room."

"That's true," said God, "but it's apple pie!"

"I think you're ignoring the gravity of the situation," said Peter. "On the other hand, Michelle did help that old woman at the supermarket yesterday."
"What happened there?" said God. "I missed that."

"You remember Claudette Simmons with the badly bent back? The osteoporosis one. She was having trouble pushing her walker across the carpark area and Michelle helped her. She said Claudette should sit on the seat part, then she pushed her to the Community Bus and helped her with her bags as well."

"Hmmm, " said God. "We'll do the closet door thing, and send Michelle a dream message, where her closet bursts open and her bed gets covered in mangled old textbooks."

"That should work nicely," said Peter. 'Do you think we can talk Mary into making us some apple pies?"

"I'd leave Mary alone for a while. She's in a bit of a snit. She asked John had the younger Angels finished enclosing the duck pen, because she wants to collect the feathers for new wings this year, and John had some lame excuse that I didn't quite hear."

"What's up with John lately anyway?" said Peter. "He seems to have lost all purpose, just wanders around like he doesn't care about anything."

"I think I'll go and have a talk with him," said God. 



Sunday, November 4, 2018

Sunday Selections # 404

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 see how my garden is doing:

surviving a winter and spring of neglect, things are looking pretty good out there

this very dark red pelargonium is doing quite well, the buds open almost black and become more red when fully open. The flowers look very velvety. For a long while I thought it was going to die. It still is very spindly, but well enough now to take cuttings from at the end of summer. I'm glad no one has decided to rip a stem off this one.

the purple one is going gangbusters, even showing up through the stems of the neighbouring jade. A piece did get stolen from this, but the bush is so well established it doesn't matter quite so much.

this small echeveria is looking a little leggy, I suspect it has outgrown its pot and needs something a little larger, but not until the heat of summer is over. Then I'll put it in something wider and taller so the donkey tail you see hanging over the pot has more room to hang.

this black aeonium was a single stem when planted and now has 8 heads after only two years

everything old is new again...this was a tarnished metal with a rusted chain which eventually broke and I found it on the ground. It used to hang on the awning frame where I could see it from my window.

cleaned and painted, with new chain and added beads, it now hangs in the garden area.

the one surviving ranunculus, there is a dead head off to one side, but I didn't notice that one flowering. The freesias have finished, also the bluebells, starflowers and the Ixias which we didn't get to see, because they leaned so far down into the other greenery I barely saw a single flower stem. I have an idea how to fix that next year.

this is the other end of the garden where I have a mix of black and green aeoniums.

More next week 😃









Friday, November 2, 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 Margaret and friend and can be found here.

This week's words are: 

1. sully
2. chagrin
3. funambulist
4. heavy
5. lowering
6. sand

and/or:

1. ablutions
2. wasting
3. saucy
4. perpetual
5. moonstruck
6. cigar

here is my story:


(With apologies to Chris Carter, creator of The X-Files and the characters Fox Mulder and Dana Scully.)



(singsong voice) “Scully, don’t you sully, my reputation…”

“Mulder, there you are, I’ve been looking everywhere,” said Scully

“Well I’ve been right here, singing, dancing, having a great time.”

“Mulder, you’re skipping along the top of a brick wall, what on earth are you doing?”

“Don’t you recognise this Scully?” said Mulder “I’m a funambulist, and the trick to it is keeping in perpetual motion, otherwise you’ll fall.”

“Mulder, you’re not making any sense, you’re even scaring me a little bit. What’s going on?” said Scully.

“I’ve been feeling fantastic ever since that doctor injected me. I have no idea what it was he gave me, because I thought I’d better escape while I had the chance, but I’ve been feeling like a carefree kid.”

“How did you manage to escape anyway?” said Scully. “The police had this place surrounded for hours and couldn’t find a way in. They decided it was empty and left.”

“I don’t know,” said Mulder. “All I know is I was running away from him and he cornered me in the ablutions block and as he stabbed me with the needle, my elbow flew up and broke his nose. So I jumped out the nearest window and here I am. What is this place anyway?”

“It’s the old mental hospital, supposed to be empty since it closed twenty years ago,” said Scully. “Now stop wasting time and get down off that wall.”

Mulder stopped skipping around and sat on the wall instead. “I’m suddenly feeling very heavy,” he said, lowering himself to the sand that separated the wall from the road. He lay down and looked skywards where the full moon beamed down at him. “Look at that Scully,” he said. “I’ve been moonstruck.” Mulder then rolled over as if to fall asleep. “I’m so tired,” he murmured.

“Mulder, you can’t sleep now, we have to get you to a proper hospital.” Scully wrapped her arms around him and tried to help him to his feet. “Ah Scully, you saucy wench. I knew you couldn’t wait to get your hands on me,” he said.

“Stop that crazy talk Mulder and get up on your feet. We need to get you to the hospital so we can find out what you’ve been injected with and get you sobered up,” said Scully.

Mulder struggled to walk with Scully’s help and they made it to the car. She strapped him in and began the drive to the hospital. Along the way, Mulder started singing a nonsense ditty about cigar smoking aliens, before suddenly falling asleep and snoring loudly.

To Scully’s enormous chagrin, she found herself smiling at his sleeping form. He was her best friend and she was relieved that he had managed to escape. Perhaps when he woke he could tell them more about that weird Doctor and what he thought he was doing with his experiments.