Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Thursday Thoughts # 25

From Harry Dresden by Jim Butcher:: 
“…and various politicians who all seem to fall on a spectrum somewhere between the extremes of “crook” and “moron.”

Today's Thought:

I've enjoyed reading the Harry Dresden* series of books, they're full of magic
Good magic. 
Things happen that wouldn't normally be seen by regular mortals and I like the idea of my world having magic in it, even if I don't see most of it. 

I see some of it, the bits we all see: 
a lovely soft pink sunrise, a brilliant fiery sunset, rainbows, newborn babies, trees and flowers blooming again after a long hard winter. 

A lot of people call these things miracles, I call them magic
Of course there is a scientific explanation for rainbows etc, but isn't science a form of magic? 

And maybe, just maybe, all of this continues to happen because there really are people like the fictional Harry Dresden, doing their thing and keeping the world from imploding, or being taken over by the dark side, the black magic.

* I'm not at all happy with the ending of the final book!

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

everybody hates it

except me.

I have a hobby. One of those foolish dreams type of things. I cut pictures from magazines and keep them in a folder; pictures of things I love that I would one day like to have in the house of my dreams.
Garden ideas, kitchen pictures, a picture of something totally ugly, but with a great wall colour in the background.
I even have pictures of houses that I like and the floor plans too.

So, back to the thing everybody hates.
A picture of a bed.

I love this bed! I want this bed.
Of course I can't have it, I don't have the cash or the space available.
Nor do I know where I would get such a bed.
I've had the picture for several years now and I still like the bed.

Many times I've been flipping through the folder and come across pictures of things I no longer like and have a ripping time disposing of them.
But the bed remains, as does one of the houses and the best kitchen in the world.

Tell me what you think. Be honest. If you hate it, let me know.

To me it looks like the sort of bed where I could sit up surrounded by pillows and quilts, reading and drinking hot chocolate while a storm rages outside.
I love the size, the style, the colour, see where I stuck a small square cut from a paint chart? I matched the colour as closely as I could, in case I ever have a bed frame again, I can at least paint it in the colour I like. I even like the wall colour behind the bed.

I'm here a lot today aren't I?

Eastern Rosellas

A couple of Sundays ago, I mentioned my surprise at seeing Eastern Rosellas in a tree in my street; usually the only parrots we see here are Rainbow Lorikeets and Corellas.

We do get sulphur crested cockatoos flying over and the parklands have plenty of galahs, but they rarely land in the neighbourhood trees.

Yesterday, in our local Messenger newspaper I spotted a small article explaining why the Eastern Rosellas are here.

Nesting boxes!!

"Nesting boxes are filling fast.

An Unley council nesting box program has been hailed a success.
Two eastern rosellas were sighted nested in a box on Windsor St, Parkside. An adult rosella and five chicks nested in another in Aroha Tce, Black Forest.
Residents said a pair of kookaburras used a box in Grove St, Unley Park."

Well then. 
Nesting boxes supplied by the council are bringing a wider variety of birds into the suburbs. This makes me happy.

A few days ago, fishducky posted  funny images of people doing silly things, one of which was someone attempting to dive into an above ground swimming pool (missed and bounced off the side), and it brought back a memory for me. 

Many years ago, we were living in Enoggera, Brisbane, soldier hubby, me, a toddler and a baby; we had a house on a large block of land that sloped from the front fence all the way down to the back fence, I think the only piece of completely flat land was the carport. 
The house was near ground level at the front and up on supports at the back. I'll see if I can find a photo....

you can't really see the slope of the land, but the front porch was ankle height to me, this is the back of the house. This is me about two weeks before baby #1 was born. forward a couple of years and a friend gave hubby his old above ground swimming pool.

this is not it! This is a googled image. Thank you google. 

The pool given to us was similar in size and style as that one above, but several important bits were missing, like about half of those circular sections that clip around the top to hold the PVC insert in place and a couple of the outside support struts. 

We didn't know this until hubby had put it all together, but it seemed sound and should hold together, right? We'd patched a couple of tears in the liner with duct tape. We're not giants and were only going to splash around in a couple of feet of water, what could go wrong? 

Oh and there wasn't any ladder either. 

But that wouldn't matter....we were on sloping ground, a run and a jump should do it.

Hubby got the hose and started filling it with water. After half an hour he got tired of holding the hose, so coiled several metres of it in the bottom of the pool and let it run while he came upstairs for lunch and a beer.
Eventually the pool held enough water to satisfy him and the hose was turned off and removed. 

Now came the important moment. 
First swim. 

Hubby backed up the slope a bit, ran towards the pool and took a leap.

Remember this pool is standing on sloping ground, we knew nothing about having to level the base and put down a ton of sand etc. 

So, the run, the jump.

He landed on the water causing a tidal wave to flow right across to the other side which promptly collapsed and all the water flowed out, down to and through the back fence with hubby sit-surfing on the surface. 

Funniest thing I'd ever seen. 
And of course I hadn't thought to record the occasion on camera. 
We laughed ourselves silly.

Next day, when the ground had dried enough, we reconstructed the pool, put in about six inches of water and lifted the kids in to splash around. Well the toddler splashed, the baby was only a couple of months old, so I held him sitting in the water and splashed his tummy. Being on a slope, I had to remember to always sit on the high side so my weight, a mere 52kg, wouldn't cause the low side to collapse again. 

We eventually packed it away and stored it under the house and I don't remember what happened to it after that. 
I know we did get another one years later, brand new so all the necessary bits were there and a bit smaller too. A Christmas gift for the kids.

We'd moved into a house in Watsonia, Melbourne and the back yard had a large, flat, circular patch where previous residents had placed their pool. 
In Watsonia, I remember waking up very early one summer morning to the sounds of splashing coming from the pool. I knew all the kids were still in bed, (we had four kids by now), so I sent hubby out to see who was in our pool. 

Two kids who were visiting for a weekend sleepover next door! Only four years old, the twins had seen the pool, sneaked out of the house and climbed our side fence to get in the water. They were sent to their room where they responded to the punishment by throwing all the bedding out of the window and half the toys too. 

Luckily the pool was near empty, because we'd had the baby in there the day before, at ten months old he didn't need four feet of water to have fun. 
We marched the twins back next door and emptied the pool until they went home.

Five months old. Baby #4  
This was winter, before we bought the second pool.

Whimsical Wednesday # 154

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.

Got your Christmas sorted?

Monday, December 15, 2014

Musical Monday #38

Musical Monday 

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: Bobby Helms

Jingle Bell Rock

and a bonus clip:: this is just too cute!

same song, different scene.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Sunday Selections #202

Welcome back to Sunday Selections!

This once-a- week-meme was originally begun by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock, as a way to showcase some of the many photos we all take, but don't get around to showing on our blogs.

The rules are very simple:-
1. post photos of your choice, old or new, under the Sunday Selections title
2. link back to me, River, somewhere in your post
3. leave me a comment so that I know you've joined in and can come over and see what you've posted.
4. hop on over to TheElephant’s Child to see more of her wonderful photos.
  Andrew often joins in too.

I usually go with a theme for my Sunday Selections and this week I have some early morning clouds.

About a month ago, Angel had me up at his usual early hour so after he'd had breakfast and I'd had coffee, I went out to get the Sunday paper in and this is what I saw>>

stormy looking clouds, so of course I went and got the camera.
the whole sky appeared to be shades of grey,

then things began to lighten up,

and the clouds became pink edged.
Look at that oleander, I've never seen so many flowers and this is after many blossoms were blown off during the night. 

less grey, more white, and the sky is definitely bluer.

a little further to the west (just across the driveway) it is almost like a sunset.

does that grey patch in the cloud look vaguely like a map of England to anyone else? 

here is the full oleander, you may be able to see all the pink specks on the ground, those are all the blossoms that were blown off in the overnight wind. 

And now for something completely different....

my bbq sauce is three years out of date. THREE YEARS!! 
How did I miss that every time I checked the fridge!


Saturday, December 13, 2014

just thoughts crossing my mind

heard on the Strassman show:  if a man has an opinion and no woman is there to hear it, is he still wrong?

Harry Dresden:  She gave me a look of skepticism you can really only get from children who have recently gone through the sobering trauma of discovering there is no Santa Claus. (Ironically, there is, but he can't operate on the sort of scale that used to make everyone believe in him).

My cat has Angel hair. :D 
=so does my floor, my bed, my couch, my table....(*~*)=

I was standing outside yesterday evening watering my slightly wilted garden and gazing up into the plum trees. They're ornamental, so the plums are not supposed to be edible, but by golly, they are!
Anyway, I was looking at the plums and suddenly realised I was looking at dozens of ripe and ripening plums that the parrots hadn't got to! The trees have over produced like there's no tomorrow!
I chose a nice red soft one, rinsed it under the hose and bit in. Oh yum!
So as I watered, I kept eating plums. Too many as it turns out, with an unfortunate side effect a bit later. :(
I went out early this morning with a big bowl and picked plums until it was full.

My favourite leave-in hair conditioner and intensive treatment are no longer available in the shops, so I emailed the company and told them how disappointed I was, then asked them which of the new products would be the closest equivalent.
They replied the very next day!!
How's that for service?
Which company? Proctor &Gamble: Pantene shampoos and conditioners.

Emailed another company about Ajax Cream Cleanser which I have been unable to find. I'd bought Jif instead and don't like it because it makes me cough. They got back to me in three days, telling me that my local Foodland supermarket should have it. So I went there looking for it, and found it, and bought four bottles. I only use about two drips at a time (the stuff foams up really well on a damp sponge) so I probably have a lifetime supply.

Missy, my daughter's cat, is making good progress, hasn't scratched or bitten at her sores at all since the lovely vet saw her. He injected cortisone and antibiotics.
Here's the odd part: after determinedly living outside and refusing to be confined, held, patted for all of her 16+ years, Missy has decided she likes being inside. What's more, she prefers the cocooning safety of Angel's cat carrier. she has stayed in it since the vet saw her, only coming out to eat and drink, and to use the litter tray K has had to buy. Perhaps she is less stressed inside than out where the neighbourhood cats roam freely and try to get Missy's food. She eats inside and one particular cat (Angel's mum) will get in if she can and eat from Missy's bowls.