Drifting through life

and because we're all such great believers in equal opportunity (evil laugh here)   *sigh* I'm not a big fan of mammogram day. The actual squishing isn't so bad, what burns is the stretching of the skin between shoulder and breast as the machine presses downward. and it isn't easy getting close enough to the machine when you have enough fat belly to appear 6 months pregnant. 

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 Wise Web Woman and can be found here . This week we have: a picture of a fox and 1. mountain 2. scrabble 3. traffic lights 4. insane 5. arrived 6. lasso 7. wonder 8. gadget Here is my story: "Haven't we arrived yet? We've been in the car for hours." whined Rodney from the back seat. "Don't be silly Rod," said Dad. "It's only been twenty minutes, we haven't even left the city yet. Look out the window and see the traffic lights, when you don't see those anymore, you'll know we've left the city limits."  Mum said, "and afte

My mum always had a vegetable garden, dad couldn't care less, he was a meat and potatoes person. And cabbage. All us Germans eat cabbage. Anyway, wherever we lived the first thing mum did was dig over a section of backyard and plant stuff. I remember being out there with her when I was about five, mixing radish seeds with carrot seeds in a bowl then holding the bowl so mum could sprinkle the seeds along the row. She told me the radishes would be ready before the carrots, so we could pull them up and leave enough space for the carrots to finish growing. After I married, whenever I had my own yard I used to try growing vegetables, but never had much success in most places I lived. We moved around a lot, so there wasn’t time to plan, prepare, mulch etc, it was more like throw a few seeds into a bare patch of dirt and hope for the best. It never occurred to me to grow things in pots. Flowers, yes. Vegetables? No. I’d never seen it done before. Everyone I ever knew that grew vege

Here's something new for Australian consumers to watch out for>> In case you can't read it, here's what it says: "Made for Aussies" "For those who check products for Australian production and content when purchasing their weekly needs, here's a new twist to watch out for. An everyday used item stamped "Made for Australia" with the 'for' in smaller print." by Hartley Folland, Glenelg North I'm going to have to start checking a bit closer. Made for Australia, but by who? (whom?) and another thing.... "Pipeline works It seems to be common knowledge among people, in particular, South Australians, that when election time comes around, politicians seem to focus mainly on the eastern seaboard when trying to win votes.  Is it not time they started thinking about certain matters that are happening on this side of the Great Dividing Range, i.e. the drought? I have personally looked into

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 wisewebwoman and can be found here https://wisewebwoman.blogspot.com This week's words are: a photo of an old house, and>> 1. school 2. highway 3. redhead 4. crow 5. yarn 6. spider 7. knife 8. beer Here is my story: "Come on kids!" called Ben. "Celebration time!" Hannah and Jason came thundering down the stairs, racing to see who would get to the sunroom first. On the table was a large chocolate caramel cheesecake waiting to be cut and served, tall glasses of cola for the kids and beers for Ben and myself.  Jason made it into the room first and claimed the

Welcome back to Sunday Selections. Begun way back in the mists of time by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock and now continued by Elephant's Child , as I have handed over the reins, 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. Only two photos from me today and one of those is from "no-one" taken with her phone this is from K, she named it Insect Cloud.  Does anyone else see a giant fluffy louse crawling across the sky towards Adelaide? and here is my Lola, all wrapped up in herself and snoozing at the end of my chair on the raised footrest part while I watch Goliath on TV.

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 Wise Web Woman and can be found here . This week's words are:  a photo of some warming flames and>>> 1. iceberg 2. gas pump 3. cellar 4. painting and/or: 1. blackboard 2. carrot 3. doorbell 4. cheese Here is my story: We'd been arguing over a million little things, including, for heaven's sake, which of the two young men at the service station was better at operating the gas pump. I'd declared Dave to be the better operator which had Sebastian sneering I only liked Dave because he looked like my first High School boyfriend. Of course I'd hotly denied it,

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 Wisewebwoman and can be found here . This week's words are: 1. paddock 2. bridge 3. cane 4. moss and/or: 1. lilac 2. espresso 3. fountain pen 4. peroxide Here is my story: We’d taken possession of the old house yesterday. Today, while Ben and I were wandering about downstairs discussing paint colours, the kids were running around upstairs, choosing their rooms and generally rummaging around in boxes of stuff that had been left in the attic.  Hannah came rushing downstairs looking for us. “Mum, Dad, look at this treasure box I found in the lilac end of the attic! That lilac reall

There's a lot in the papers lately about the piles of rubbish building up all over Australia, now that China is refusing to accept our recycling stuff. Because too much of it is contaminated, because too many people here don't do the right thing. Also because there's just too much of it I suppose. Councils everywhere have no idea what to do except to start charging us all higher rates for rubbish removal. I don't see how this will fix the problem.  I mentioned to a neighbour that we should build huge incinerators and just burn it all. Lo and behold! in the editorial pages of the paper there are people writing in with the same idea! I'm not as cuckoo as some might think.  Apparently Japan burns their  rubbish and somehow generates electricity and I believe other countries do similar. I think Sweden was mentioned.   (It was in the paper so it must be true...) If we lowly minions know about this, why doesn't our government? It certainly seems as if their onl