Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Friday, May 29, 2015

Wednesday's Words on a Friday

On Wednesdays, Delores, from Under The Porch Light, has a word challenge meme which she calls “Words for Wednesday”.

She puts up a selection of six words which we then use in a short story, or a poem.

I’m hopeless at poetry so I always do a story.

It’s a fun challenge…why not join in?

Delores is still having a few computer problems, so once again, the words come to us via Elephant's Child.

This week's words are:

1. cheer
2. cart
3. panoramic
4. various
5. devilish
6. ?

AND: (or)

1. trickle
2. illustrious
3. sound
4. flavour
5. psychedelic
6. type

we also have "drowning in sleep". I have no idea what to do with that, so I'm just using the words (*~*)

Here is my story:

The party promised to be a blast.
It was my parents forty-seventh anniversary and my older brother Vinnie had the great idea to surprise them with a psychedelic colourama affair reminiscent of the late sixties when they had married. He had somehow found fabric printed with muticoloured swirls and bought enough to cover the windows in the party room, with a couple of metres left over to cover the buffet table.
Our party room was upstairs, running the full length of the house, with a wide balcony giving panoramic views over the valley. Built in the 1800s by our illustrious great grandfather, the house was solid stone, with the party room being added at a later date for the fancy dinner parties great grandma liked to hold. 

I'd spent the morning helping Connie and Vincent cart boxes of streamers, balloons, paper napkins etc up the stairs, while Gary had manned the gas bottle and blown up what seemed like a million balloons. 
We'd taken a break for lunch, then Vincent had called the local supermarket for delivery of soft drinks in every flavour available. 
Most of the budget had been set aside for the drinks; food was being brought by other family members. 
Numerous aunts and uncles were bringing cakes, salads, barbecued meats; the cousins were bringing their appetites and gifts.  

Connie and Vinnie were twins, 43 years old, with seven children between them; I was a late-life surprise baby and had just turned 19. 
I'd heard some of the cousins were bringing friends and Connie was teasing me about 'that Tony' that Becky was bringing along. 
"You know he likes you" she smirked. 
"He's not my type," I said. "Him and his devilish grin, that long hair flopping over his forehead, those bluer than blue eyes...." suddenly I felt too hot and a trickle of sweat made its way down the middle of my back. 
"Hmmmm," said Connie, who'd noticed my sudden flush. Damn her! She noticed everything!

"Who is collecting the champagne?" I asked her. "Uncle Terry is bringing it and Aunt Stella is bringing the anniversary cake, the bakery made an exact copy of their original wedding cake!"
Vincent said, "drinks are on the way, bags of ice too, that should keep all the youngsters happy, they can all throw ice cubes at each other when they get bored."

As the afternoon wore on, decorations were completed, places set at the many tables, the amplifier volume was tested and adjusted, Vinnie wanted Mum and Dad to be able to hear the music over the chatter of people. 
Scattered among the songs of younger people's favourites were songs from the sixties that mum and dad had loved and the song they had danced to at their wedding. 
Gary, 37 years old, was our own personal IT 'whizz kid' and had spent hours putting together a playlist, searching I-Tunes and You Tube for weeks to find the old songs. 

Finally the room was ready; some of the cousins had arrived early and promised to keep watch while we all showered off the sweat and put party clothes on. 

My nephew Tim whistled a warning a few minutes later, "I hear the sound of cars on the driveway! I hope everyone else arrives before Grandma and Grandpa, Mum said they were seeing a double feature then taking a walk around town before coming home."

The side yard was choc-a-block with cars and dozens of people of all ages lined the balcony waiting for the guests of honour. Aunts and Uncles had loaded the tables with the various foods they'd cooked; everything looked so festive.

A cheer went up as the big old buick was sighted turning into the driveway and smaller children lining the yard waved balloons then ran along behind the car as Mum and Dad drove towards their party.

Thursday, May 28, 2015

well this is not good...

AngelBoy has just vomited up his dinner.

But at least he hopped off the couch and streaked into the bathroom before letting loose.

Perhaps he gobbled too fast.

Thursday Thoughts # 48

from Bones Never Lie by Kathy Reichs

"I had the window seat this time, watched as Costa Rica disappeared beneath us.
When I could stand the silence no longer, "wonder what the weather's like in Charlotte"
" Continued dark overnight, widely scattered light by morning.'"

from a Harry Dresden novel by Jim Butcher

(Harry-rescuing a runaway child)

(child)"I see all these Disney shows about how much parents love their kids. How there's some sort of magical bond of love. But it's a lie." She laid her head on my shoulder and I could feel the exhaustion in her body as she sagged against me. "There's no magic."

(Harry)I fell silent for several paces as I carried her. It was hard to hear that from a kid. A ten-year-old girl's world should be full of music and giggling and notes and dolls and dreams- not harsh, barren, jaded reality. If there was no light in the heart of a child, a little girl like this, then what hope did any of us have?"

My thoughts today:

I was watching Today Tonight recently, and there was a segment with a man who had quit his job (or got fired or something) over problems with the company and the wife spoke up saying "we're living on the bread line. We're living on Cup-a-Soup and Two-Minute Noodles".

Perhaps I misunderstood her, but I'm also living on the breadline and I certainly can afford more than packet soup and instant noodles.
Possibly she has circumstances I am unaware of. 
Mortgage, car payments, kids in school. 
Maybe she is simply feeling a little panicked now that his wage is no longer coming in.
(I hope it isn't a case of living above their means and now not being able to pay the bills). 

Maybe my first thoughts on hearing her were too unkind.

But even when I was working, with kids at home, my wages low, (I'm an unskilled labourer), I had rent to pay, kids in school or doing their own job searching, no husband to help out, (he left us) and we sure as heck didn't live on instant noodles etc. 

We bought cheaper food, things on special, went to the market for fruit and veg; and we cooked. 
Real food, sometimes in large enough amounts to freeze for later meals and leftovers were used the next day. 
We even had desserts - cakes, puddings, brownies, yum. 
Rice pudding, custards, mmm.
We ate well, no one was ever hungry. In praise of my kids, no one ever complained either.
We budgeted every dollar and set aside small amounts towards electricity and gas bills. 
Lights were turned off when not needed. 
(I'd done that all my married life, so was used to it.) 
I had no credit cards either, things were bought on the lay-by system.

I know many people who live on very little and do it very well. 

People just need to reassess their priorities. 
Buying cheaper cuts of meat and slow cooking a casserole isn't as much fun as eating out, and washing the dishes isn't as much fun as seeing them whisked away by a waiter, but it can be done and there is no shame in it. 
Home made soups are often nicer than canned soups - and don't have preservatives or other unwanted ingredients.

Buy a smaller, cheaper-to-run car, or use public transport, join your local library instead of buying brand new books for a while. 
Wear your clothes and shoes for more than one season, brand new each year simply isn't necessary.  
You won't be fashionable, but you won't have those credit card bills either. 
Perhaps you could plant your own seasonal vegetables.
Readjustment may be hard, but can also be worthwhile.

When circumstances improve, you may find you continue to live cheaply and save the extra money for something fabulous. A holiday abroad perhaps.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Whimsical Wednesday # 177

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.

I do like a nice hot bath......

Monday, May 25, 2015

Musical Monday # 61

Hard to believe I've been doing this for over a year already!

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 we're going country again, because I really like this stuff :) 
I understand not everyone does, but give it a listen anyway?

Today’s clip is: Gretchen Wilson

Redneck Woman

and the lyrics:

I hope they play for you.

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Sunday Selections # 225

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 The Elephant’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 a selection of photos NOT taken by me, instead these were taken by the lovely V, who is now my sister-in-law, when she and my brother R were on holiday in Europe a few years ago. 
They are there again right now, on their honeymoon.

These were taken in Hamburg (where I was born) and Bremen.  
I don't know what these buildings and places are, so there is no commentary. 
Although I'm sure some of you will recognise the Bremen Musicians.

I love the old world look of most of these buildings and I'm fairly sure that Harbour is in Bremen.