Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Whimsical Wednesday # 63

Welcome back to Whimsical Wednesday! 
Gosh, has it been a week already?

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

Another lion one, more exactly, a lioness.

Call before visiting, just to check that Tiddles has already been fed..........

Monday, February 25, 2013

what irritates you Monday

Once again it is Monday, time for another what irritates you post.

This meme was thought up by Delores at The Feathered Nest and I'm sure she'd be delighted if you joined in.

Today's irritation is spitting.

I see people spitting on footpaths and roads, in the parks, from bikes, I've even seen a father spitting while pushing the baby along in a stroller.

It's disgusting!
You people need to stop!

It's much more prevalent in recent times and I don't enjoy having to watch the footpath to avoid the spits when I'm walking.
People even spit out of passing cars.

Worst of all are those with smoker's coughs who cough until they spit up such huge amounts of phlegm into the gutter,  I have to turn and walk away as soon as I hear them coughing.

Just last week I saw a group of young children in school uniform, barely teenaged, and one of the boys spat as he crossed the road.
At least use a tissue and throw it in the bin, please.

How the heck did this get started? I'm sure people don't spit like this in their homes, or do they?

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Sunday Selections # 109




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.


I usually go with a theme for my Sunday Selections and this week I'm continuing with some photos of the Botanic Garden. 
Specifically, the old fern house, my favourite place. 
It's a little humid in there so I can never stay long, but I love it and go there every time I am visiting the garden.

The fern house is entered by crossing the bridge you see to the left of the photo.
Below the stone wall is a dry creek bed, from this angle you can't see that there is a drop of a couple of feet from the grassed area.

The roof from the inside. It's a little patchy now, in times past it was thickly covered and much more shady in there.
I imagine it will be again when repairs are made. 

About a metre inside the entrance, the path branches off in three directions.
This is the central path.
The right hand path circles the perimeter and arrives back at the entrance as the left path. The central path connects with it about halfway around.

The right hand path. I usually start down this path, then come down the central path and continue up the left hand path and back down the central path again.

Something white and pretty against large green leaves. I recognise the leaves as Hosta, but have never seen one flowering before, so can't be sure the flowers aren't something else growing up from beneath.

I don't know what this is, but I like the speckled leaves.
There are plant labels, but I so very often forget to look at them.


 


 There are many areas of big mossy rocks and I sometimes sit on them and do a little thinking or just gazing. 

This is the left hand path, (or the end of the right hand path if you prefer), showing the roof meeting the side wall. I would love to have such a fern house in my yard.

Here we see the entrance bridge from the inside on my way out again.
Here you can more clearly see the drop in levels from the grassed area to the creek bed.

The Elephant's Child also does a Sunday Selections, why not pop on over and see her photos.




Saturday, February 23, 2013

"h......is for"


I'm following along again with Toni's "a....is for" meme.
Feel free to join in anytime, Toni won't mind at all.

This week's letter is H.
h.....is for hello.

The following passage has been taken from the book I'm currently reading.
"Gone Tomorrow" - a Jack Reacher story by Lee Child.

It could be fact, it could be fiction, I have* no way of knowing.
But I liked it, so here* it is.



"One of the dog walkers came close enough to speak. The dog was an elderly grey mutt and the walker was an elderly white woman of about eighty. Her hair* was done and she was fully made up. She was wearing an old-fashioned summer dress that really needed long white gloves to be complete. The dog paused and looked at me mournfully and the woman took that to be a sufficient social introduction.
She said "Good evening".
It was close to three o'clock and therefore morning, but I didn't want to appear quarrelsome.
So I just said "hello".
She said, "did you know that word is a recent invention?"
I said "what word?"
"Hello", she said. "It was developed as a greeting only after the invention of the telephone. People felt they needed something to say when they picked up the receiver. It was a corruption of the old word Halloo. Which was really an expression of temporary shock or surprise. You would come upon something unexpected, and you would go Halloo! Perhaps people were startled by the shrillness of the telephone bell".
"Yes", I said, "perhaps they were".
"Do you have a telephone?"
"I've used them", I said. "Certainly I've heard* them ring".
"Do you find the sound to be disturbing?"
"I always assumed that was the point".
"Well, goodbye", the woman said, "it has* been most pleasant chatting with you".
Only in New York, I thought......


So what do you think?
Fact?
Fiction?
Is hello a relatively new word and not as old as the rest of human* speech?

* = more "h" words.


Friday, February 22, 2013

I did it online and it was easy.

I have a Seniors MetroCard, (because I'm old enough) and here in Adelaide, seniors travel free all day on weekends and  public holidays, on  weekdays between 9am and 3pm.

I work different shifts at Coles, sometimes needing to be on a bus before 9am or after 3pm, so those rides need to be loaded onto my card.
When I first got the card, I took it into the metro place in the city along with an assortment of paper multi-trip tickets that still had rides left on them.
The lovely lady transferred all those rides onto my new seniors metrocard for me and I've been using it ever since.
There was an astounding amount of rides to transfer, I had plenty of multi-trip tickets, since I always used to buy those in bulk when I got my tax refund each year.
I don't like to be caught short when it comes to bus ride.
(or toilet paper - you should see the stack of paper on my back porch....)

Each time I validate, the machine tells me I'm getting a free ride or it tells me how many paid rides I have left.

Well, now I'm down to 6 rides, so I went online and put $50 worth of rides on the card.
It was very easy, but then the website told me I need to validate the ticket before 23/2/13.
That's tomorrow.
Which means validating the ticket today. 

It's my day off.
I wasn't planning on going anywhere, certainly not by bus.
I've already been out today, to pay my rent and do a little grocery shopping.

I planned on spending the rest of the day doing absolutely nothing.
I'm really good at doing nothing.

But I must close down the computer now and put my shoes back on, and go to catch a bus.
Bye bye.....


Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Whimsical Wednesday #62

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.


Definitely an  uh-oh moment.


Monday, February 18, 2013

what irritates you...Monday

Welcome back to "what irritates you Monday."
This meme is the brainchild of Delores and I'm keeping it going as long as I can find things to be irritated about. 

today's irritation is heat.
Specifically, summer heat.

Summer is a beautiful season, trees are green, flowers are blooming, beaches and swimming pools are there for the enjoyment.

And I am enjoying my times at the swimming pool, but I can't stay there all day, I must come home.
Last Saturday,  I was ready to come home and thought I'd dried off enough to get my shorts and t-shirt back on, so I dressed, only to find my swimsuit wasn't as dry as it felt.
By the time I'd walked to the tram stop, my shorts looked like I'd wet myself!
uh-oh.
I took my damp towel out of my bag and wrapped it around my waist like a sarong to save people the embarrassment of staring at an older woman who'd maybe forgotten to wear her depends underwear.
Made a mental note to take knickers to change into after swimming.
(I thought I'd save the inconvenience of changing by wearing the swimsuit to and from the pool.)

If only Summer wasn't so........hot. 

I'm suffering here.
Sweating like the proverbial pig,
gulping down water like a camel.

Many days I spend quite a bit of time waiting around at bus stops and so many of them just don't have enough shade.

Enough I say!
Bring on the winter already!
Apologies to all you summer lovers out there.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Sunday Selections # 108



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.

Then visit The Elephant's Child to see what she has posted. 

I usually go with a theme for my Sunday Selections and this week I'm continuing with some photos of the Botanic Gardens. 

I'm not sure what this bloom is, it is inside the Amazon Lily glasshouse.

 a pink and a white Crepe Myrtle, these are blooming in many other parts of Adelaide too.
On streets and in gardens.

a fallen Lotus petal, caught in the leaves.

a brand new Lotus leaf, not yet unfurled.

part of the water feature that runs through another section of the Garden.

looking through one of the many Wisteria tunnels scattered throughout the Garden.
Sitting on the seats and watching the bees when the flowers are blooming is quite restful.
(not recommended if you are allergic to bee stings)







Saturday, February 16, 2013

g....is for

Following along with Toni and her "a....is for" meme,
today's letter is G

g....is for Galleons.


I love books and movies that have galleons and other treasure ships in them.
Like Pirate ships. (Captain Jack Sparrow-Johnny Depp)

I googled for information about galleons, but only found a bunch of stuff that wasn't very useful in terms of blog posting. Dusty old university papers.

I was looking for tales of ships carrying cargoes of gold, gems, etc to a loved one, you know, the romantic stuff.
I guess that's just in the fiction novels.

I recently watched a movie titled Fool's Gold, (Matthew McConaughey, Kate Hudson).

They were diving and searching for a ship that had sunk a couple of centuries ago, blown off course by a storm, somewhere in the Caribbean.
The Aurelia.

Now there's a place I'd love to go!

Not to dive for wrecks though, I can barely hold my breath in a pool, I'd be useless way down deep.
Dreaming of doing it is enough.

Many wrecks found have cargoes that are more mundane, there aren't many that have chests and chests filled with gold, rubies, emeralds etc.
These things end up in museums for all of us to see and marvel over.

Imagine doing a casual reef dive and finding something like this, above!

anyway, Galleons.

I think they are much more romantic looking than those giant cruise liners that travel the world today.
They did have the unfortunate habit of sinking though.

They'd set sail and head right into an unexpected storm, and down they'd go. 
Or they'd hit a reef and down they'd go.
Maybe they'd get fired upon by pirates  and again,  go down to the bottom of the ocean.

Where they would lie for centuries gradually becoming completely covered with sand, barnacles and marine growth, until one day the ever shifting sands would move on enough and the wreck was exposed.

Like this one in the beautiful clear waters of the Caribbean. (I think, could be anywhere)

Divers would go down and salvage what they could, hoping to identify the ship, and find out when and why it sunk.

Urns, cups, bowls, anything at all that was on such a ship could possibly hold the answers.

g....is for Galleons.




All images were taken from Google Images, (thank you to the owners), over a period of about three days.
Why three days?
Because I would choose a picture and google would be "yes of course you can borrow that one", then I'd choose another and google would say "another one? nuh-uh, in your dreams lady, come back tomorrow".
Pffft!!

Good thing I started working on this last week.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

pizza should be eaten for breakfast!

I'm currently reading Bad Luck and Trouble, a Jack Reacher story by Lee Child.

I came across a passage that I thought share worthy, so scribbled bits of it down while on the bus this morning.

"...pizzas....a perfect meal.....some empty calories, some fats, some complex carbohydrates. 
Time-release energy, good for about twelve hours. "

Pizza is good for twelve hours of time-release energy??
Twelve!

Well, that's good enough for me. 

I'll be seriously considering eating pizza for breakfast. 
Probably the cold left-over half from the night before.
I can't see myself chopping, topping and baking at 6-7am.

I'll bet there aren't many cereals that give twelve hours of time-release energy.

Top your pizza with healthy vegetable choices and you're really onto something!

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Whimsical Wednesday #61

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.

Many of my friends tell me they enjoy Tap Dancing, but I'm not so sure it's a fun thing.
What if they fall off?


Tuesday, February 12, 2013

so, the swimming...

As recommended by my doctor, I have decided to try swimming to help my back troubles.
(He's convinced I need to strengthen my core muscles.)

A back that has had limited flexibility since 1986.
A back that goes "out" more often than.......well, certainly more than I do.
A back that screams in pain if a physiotherapist does minimal, gentle massage on it.
Well, he called it gentle.
I cried. A lot.

I bought the swimsuit, I bought a pass to the pool, good for thirty visits. 

Ever tried to stuff many pounds worth of sagging fat into a tiny piece of Lycra?
(I couldn't find anything in a neck-to-knee style.)

Went "swimming" the very next day.
A Sunday.

As a swimmer, I'm an excellent floater.
And I can lie on my towel soaking up some sun really well too.

Actual swimming?
Forget it!

I floated and got water in my ears that took hours to drain out again.
I struggled my way up and down the pool, and I do mean struggled, then got out for a rest.

It's not that I don't know how to swim, I do, although I'm not a good swimmer.
I have poor technique, never having mastered the "flutter" kick.
But I can swim.

What I'd forgotten though, was because of the bursitis and tendon trouble, the shoulders don't want to rotate the way they should for the overarm crawl stroke.
This is bad news.
I was reduced to dog paddling with an occasional burst of breaststroke and much floating. 

But I can see how these totally different movements, (different from sitting on the couch that is), could eventually, possibly, help my back.

So I resolved to keep trying.
After all, I'd paid good money for that pool pass, I wasn't about to waste it.
(If I'd bought a single one day entry, I could see myself giving up.)

I decided to go to the pool every Friday, because that's my day off, also on Saturdays and Sundays.

Well, blow me down with a feather!, the pool was closed for the next Friday and Saturday, so I didn't get to go again until last Sunday.

I've been doing my shoulder exercises, so tried the overarm crawl style this time and managed to swim a few metres before going back to the dog paddling and floating.
Again, I struggled up and down the pool twice, got out and rested and then repeated the process.

I had to leave earlier than I would have liked, because I'd forgotten to pack my sunscreen, but I was rather pleased with my progress.
My second "swim" in close to thirty years and already I'd managed to get my shoulder moving close enough to an overarm movement.
Very slowly, but I did it.
For a short time. Probably only 3-4 metres, but it's a start. 

On my way out, I checked the notice board and discovered that the pool is closed again all of next week and the week after.
For pre-booked "events".
Possibly school swimming carnivals or something similar.
So weekends it is.

I did notice that the overarm swimming stretched the side and lower back muscles a bit and on the way home the pain over my right hip got quite bad. By the time I got off the bus I wanted to crawl on my hands and knees because my hip wouldn't take the weight of my leg walking.

But in spite of that and in spite of the pool closures, I shall keep going.
I've remembered how much I enjoy being in the water.

Monday, February 11, 2013

What Irritates You.....Monday

I'm joining in again with What Irritates You...Monday,
a meme started by Delores at The Feathered Nest.

In this meme we get to vent on Mondays about things that irritate us.
It can be anything on any day, just post your irritation on a Monday if you choose to join in
and link back to Delores.

My irritation this week is the theme song from the supermarket I work in.

I know I shouldn't be saying this, ( I may be asked to remove this content from the web), but that song is really, really irritating me.
I never liked the song to begin with, and hearing it played at intervals throughout the day is driving me crazy.

I try to not hear it and sometimes that works, but last Thursday I wasn't successful and not only did I hear it all through my shift, but it stayed in my head all the way home and well into the night.

Ear worm.
A Status Quo ear worm.

Sigh.
I turned on the small bedroom i-pod, turned down the volume, and let it play all night while I slept.
Peace in my head at last. 

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Sunday Selections #107



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.


And you can hop on over to The Elephant's Child to see if she has put up a Sunday Selections this week.

This week I'm showing you the foam heads I bought to display my hats when I'm not wearing them.

The cheap-as-chips foam heads. 

I bought these online and thought I would have room on this bookshelf for three heads, but they were just a little larger than I thought.

So head number three is way up high on top of the TV unit.

I pushed a pair of my earrings into head number two. 
I think she looks rather elegant with them.



Saturday, February 9, 2013

f....is for

It's time again to join in with Toni from Chick-Chat and her "a...is for" meme

this week's letter is F

f.....is for Friendship.
and fudge.

When I was little I was very shy and didn't make friends easily, it takes me a while to get used to people even now.
I've always been surprised to find that people actually like me.
I mentioned this once when my eldest daughter told me that her friends and their mothers liked me.
She said why wouldn't they, you're a nice person.

Since I first started reading blogs and then writing my own, I've made many friendships both local and international. Some of these people I have met in real life, some I haven't and may never do so, but I'm pleased to count all of you as my friends.

In the interests of friendship and sharing, I now give to you my melt-in-the-mouth Chocolate Fudge recipe.

(I may have posted it before, but here it is again).

Chocolate Fudge.

125g unsalted butter (not margarine)
2/3 cup evaporated milk (not low fat)
100g white marshmallows
1 1/4 cups caster sugar
1 tsp vanilla essence
185g dark chocolate broken up

1. Line a brownie pan with greased foil.
2. Put butter, sugar, milk, marshmallows in a heavy based pan.
3. Stir over low heat until marshmallows have melted.
4. Mixture will now begin to boil. (do not adjust the cooking temperature)
5. Continue stirring and let boil for eight minutes.
(time it, this is important, eight minutes, no more, no less)
6. Remove from heat and stir in vanilla essence and broken up chocolate.
7. Pour into prepared pan, get the level as even as you can, allow to cool and set.
8. Turn out, remove foil, cut into squares with knife dipped in hot water.
9. Enjoy.

It's a bit fiddly and stirring for eight minutes straight takes time, (eight minutes to be exact!), but this fudge really does melt in the mouth.
So it's worth the effort.

If you wish to join in with the a....is for meme, please do so and link back to Toni in your post.