Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Whimsical Wednesday # 267

Welcome back to Whimsical Wednesday!

The day for your googled giggle that gets you over the hump that is Wednesday and sliding down into the weekend.

First one home wins 😁

Monday, February 20, 2017

Musical Monday # 140

I was introduced to Musical Monday by Delores who copied the meme from another site.

I think it’s a fun way to show off some of the music we like and brighten up our Mondays at the same time. 


I’ll be finding my clips on you tube, so will simply credit that site since there are often so many versions of everything and I wouldn’t want to accidentally credit the wrong artist.


Today’s clip is: Eruption


One Way Ticket

and the lyrics:

 

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Sunday Selections # 315

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, but EC is currently taking a break.


Wandering around:

 another block that once housed a home is being prepared for a new one, this is the third one between my driveway and the end of the street, a short two minute walk.

waiting for a bus, I snapped a few shots

of a brilliant white bank of cloud

as it disappeared over the hills.

someone has planted these two agaves(?) where the daisies used to be.

this one on the right, which has been kicked over and pulled out, twice, seems to be surviving quite well in spite of such rough treatment.

two baby buddleias planted where the Fejoia overhang used to be.

but what's this? The Fejoia stump is sprouting new growth! There's going to be a battle for space and sunshine a year from now.

I spotted this well established white geranium hiding behind the oleander.

I have my suspicions. It may be the one I had three years ago which mysteriously disappeared.
 Back then, so many things I planted on "her" side of the path just vanished and later showed up much closer to "her" flat. Well at least they're surviving.

Down the street a bit, next to the empty block, new neighbours in this house are caring for the once neglected garden and have the nectarine trees netted. The rainbow Lorikeets won't be happy.

Here you see all five of 'my' plum trees, they've grown quite a bit since I moved in, the top of the trees now reaches the roof of the upstairs flat. The plum crop was looking really good last December, the birds had left them alone and I was looking forward to plums. I didn't get a single one. Someone cleaned the trees completely while I was out one day. 😞

Finally, here is a neighbour's two metre spread of the same plant I featured last week. This is where I got the cutting from, with her permission of course. She also gave me the echeverias that are slowly taking over the spot I planted them.
 
 
 
 
 
 

Friday, February 17, 2017

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 Delores and can be found here.

This week's words are:


1. grave
2. plaid
3. umbrella
4. sizzle
5. yesterday
6. extreme

and/or

1. blended
2. paste
3. jarring
4. waltz
5. rosemary
6. splendid

Here is my story:

part three of the Remy tale: a development ***

Standing by a rosemary bush with one of those fancy blended coffees in his hand, Officer Steve Brendan idly watched the roller-skating troupe practising a waltz. Wearing old-time ballroom dancing outfits, the spectacle was rather splendid, apart from one jarring note. 


A large, shambling man, dressed in tatty cast-offs and holding a plaid umbrella, made his way right through the dancers, coming towards Steve. Beginning to rummage through a garbage bin, he muttered just loud enough for Steve to hear.


"G'Day Steve," he said. "How's things?"
"Not bad Pete, " said Steve, holding up his cup to hide his mouth. "What are you doing here? Last I heard you were undercover in the East End alleys"


"Still am," replied Pete. "Got a word about that jewellery heist, the one where some bugger said Remy was hiding them. Yesterday I put the word around I was interested, said I might know a good fence, then some small guy I never saw before speaks up and says it's a set-up. The jewels are paste, not real."


Steve had to gain control of himself at that last statement, he'd nearly turned toward Pete. Wouldn't do for anyone watching to find out Pete wasn't the bum they thought he was. 


Steve took a large mouthful of his coffee and pretended to choke so as to be nearer the bin and Pete. Under the cover of a handkerchief wiping off his chin Steve asked, "What do you mean fake? "


"I heard it's a set-up, look into the husband," said Pete without hardly moving his lips at all. He wandered away and Steve returned his attention to the dancers.


"Could be an insurance scam," he thought, then suddenly, "Uh-oh, if Bernie's back in town, things could get extremely hot pretty quick. Things could sizzle"


Bernie had recently been released from prison after eight years for faking insurance claims and embezzling from his company. If he was up to his old tricks so soon, he'd be back in prison until they carried him out to his grave.


Officer Steve Brendan tossed his now empty cup into the bin and slowly walked away, still glancing at the dancers now and again as his mind churned with possible action plans.








***I'm not entirely happy with this, I had the story written and by accidentally clicking  a wrong button I lost the whole thing and have had to rewrite from memory; at the same time, the phone rang, it was the vet telling me Angel was ready to come home. 

I have most of the story the way I remembered it but the last four paragraphs aren't the same. I just can't remember exactly what I had there. From now on I'll write everything on paper first.



Thursday, February 16, 2017

Angel is home again

If I could get a photo of him standing up, you'd see how much he looks like a miniature black lion, but already he's running around too fast. The grogginess of anaesthetic seems to have worn off already.

Just home and very groggy, trying to walk but his legs kept folding under him

he made it to the food bowl. The vet said be careful of him jumping around too soon, well, Angel had different ideas, leapt out of the carrier as soon as I unlatched it. I didn't even open the door, he nudged it with his nose and was out before I could catch him.

napping on the bed.

here you can see the ridges left by the shaver. The vet said she didn't see any fleas at all, so that's a good thing.

he's back at the food bowl, jumped off the bed by himself. I didn't know he was awake until I heard him thud to the floor.

some of his stripe pattern is still visible.

here he is already wanting to go outside, meowing quite insistently too, but the vet said not too soon so I'm ignoring the pleas for freedom.

The grogginess wore off faster than I expected and he's running from front door to back door hoping I'll open either one. No way. He can use the litter tray today.
 
 
 

I have to share this

Last night, 'no-one' sent me a you tube link for a young man, Jeremy Jordan, who plays a character named Winn in the TV series Supergirl. I think it's Foxtel, definitely not regular TV.

It's a fairly long song, but watch it right to the end as there's a funny bit that had me laughing out loud.
This young man also does Broadway plays or musicals, maybe both and I really liked his voice. He's  nice looking too.

Jeremy Jordan sings Celine Dion's "It's All Coming Back To Me Now"


Eight minutes long, so get a cuppa and enjoy.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

not the kind of surprise one hopes for

My cat, Angel, is three years old, practically a grown up in cat years, and has never hoiked up a hairball, in spite of having a lush and lovely longish coat.

look at that beautiful tail! 
So when I got home from the shop this morning to find a large, vomit covered hair sausage on my freshly washed tablecloth I wasn't pleased at all. 

He eats a grain free dry food that says it improves digestion and reduces (or eliminates, I can't remember) hairballs and so far it has been remarkably effective.

So what has changed?  Angel has been over-grooming because he has a lot (dozens) of prickly grass seed heads caught in his coat and most of them are in that beautiful tail.

He has been quite good about letting me snip out as many as I can while he is relaxed beside the computer or while he is crunching down his food. Then of course he does the extra grooming to clean up and smooth the newly snipped sections of his coat. And this morning it all came up. Poor Angel, I can't imagine anything worse than hoiking up something that size.
I haven't been able to cut many off his tail, so tomorrow morning he is off to the vet for a shave. This is done under anaesthetic, so he'll be nicely groggy when I bring him home again.

On the same night he collected all those prickles, he also lost his collar and that's unusual too. He sleeps in those grass beds all the time, sometimes all day, and has never caught the prickles. I found his collar the next morning in the middle of the road where it had been run over by a car, with the little bell being squashed completely flat. Angel himself isn't injured, so he wasn't hit by a car.

Here's what I think happened: on one of his forays into the dark, I think someone called him over and tried to grab (steal?) him by grabbing his collar. It's elastic so he would have been able to get out of it as the someone stretched it trying to maybe drag him away; then he might have panicked and run headlong through the yards here collecting prickly seed heads as he went.  Or he ran into the grass bushes and someone dragged him out, (most of the prickles are from mid back to the tip of the tail,) and threw away the collar when that's all they got? I can't think of any other way his collar would get into the middle of the road. If this is what happened, I hope he scratched them.

I've noticed that since then, he looks around a few seconds before heading down into the garden, each time I let him outside and he spends more time inside sleeping under my quilt. He doesn't go out as often either. Which is a good thing.