Drifting through life

Every now and then this question pops up somewhere on the internet. Usually in a blog post.... Q: are you a folder or a scruncher? A:  Irrelevant. The more important question - is there enough paper available on the roll? Where and why did this question originate. Does anybody really care who folds and who scrunches? P.S. do not answer the question. I don't care who does what with their toilet paper.

It's Sunday Selections time again! Time to post photos that have been hiding away in your computer files, photos that you may have completely forgotten about. This idea comes to us from Kim of Frog Ponds Rock, who realised one day that she takes many more photos than she uses and wanted to post some of them on her blog. Kim has now retired from Sunday Selections , she has a lot more on her plate these days, but I'll continue posting photos until the mojo runs out. I'm aiming for 100.... There is no linky list here for anyone to add their name to, but feel free to do your own Sunday Selections photo posting if you wish. Perhaps you could link back to me...... This week, I'm bringing you some views of our Torrens River. The river separates Adelaide from North Adelaide and North Terrace is the last main street before the river. We start with a photo of one of the many hotels along North Terrace. This one is the Oaks Horizons Apartment Hotel. ...

I am attending the memorial service  for my friend tomorrow, so decided to buy something new to wear. Something nicer than the ancient trackies or jeans and cheap men's t-shirts that I usually wear. I hopped on a bus into the city and wandered through shop after shop after shop , looking at the millions of items on the racks, on the shelves, on reduced/bargain tables. Three hours I spent doing this and eventually came home with.....wait for it..... one navy blue scarf. Yes, you read that right. I shopped for three hours and bought one scarf. I am totally clueless when it comes to buying clothes. I just do not know what to buy. I don't know what looks good, I don't know what suits me, I don't know what items to put together to get a "look". And by "look", I mean something that looks good. On me. (Plus, I wasn't prepared to spend largish amounts of cash on something I wouldn't wear again). This goes back to my childhood. Aft...

Welcome back to Whimsical Wednesday. A googled giggle to get you over the hump and sliding into the weekend. A TARDIS made of toast . (well, it looks like toast to me) It could be a side table, a cd cabinet, anything really.

My friend, a loved family member, died today, early in the afternoon. On her birthday. She is going to be missed very much. I'm feeling a little hollow. Rest In Peace A.

It's Sunday Selections time again! Brought to us by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock, Sunday Selections is the perfect showcase for all your previously unseen photos. Here are the oh-so-simple rules. 1. post your photos under the Sunday Selections title 2. link back to Kim in your post 3. add your name to Kim's linky list (edited* Kim may no longer be participating, there's no linky list ....) I usually have a theme to my Sunday Selections and this week I'm showing you:-> The Winter Garden The roses have all been pruned, but there is still colour to be found. In the flowers of this pelargonium. I love colours this deep and velvety. I just had to snip a couple of tips to put on my desk. In these small bushes covered in pretty pink daisies . And let's not forget the lavenders , those hardy little bringers of sweet scents to our gardens. I snipped a few tips to perfume my kitchen. Please feel free to join Sunday Selections an...

I had some sad news earlier today which made me cry. Not just rolling tears and gentle hiccuping....no no, this was gut-wrenching, out loud sobbing until my ribs, my face, my throat hurt from it. I hugged the only thing with a face that I had available, my stuffed toy monkey. Harvey Banana. (you've all met Harvey, in the Monkey Mayhem Christmas post, then in the moving box post) By the time I'd calmed down, poor Harvey was quite damp. He's sitting by the heater now, drying off while I stuff myself with comfort food. I'm still feeling miserable and there isn't a single thing I can do to stop the unfolding of events that are happening. A friend is dying.