Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Words for Wednesday

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 me and can be found here.

This week's words are:


1. companionship
2. extenuating
3. complaisant (do not confuse with complacent)
4. nuns
5. competition
6. computer

and/or: 

1. bedevilment
2. concoction
3. splat
4. eaves
5. clutching
6. institute

Let the Creativity begin!  😎

Whimsical Wednesday # 294

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.






think it will work?

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Lola update

As you all know, Lola had a visit to the vet this morning and as it was her very first, he called it a first kitten exam and charged me nothing.

He listened to her heart and lungs, also her throat and examined the bald patch around her neck where I think she once had a collar too tight for too long. He agreed I was probably right about that.

I mentioned her *furious almost continual scratching around her head and ears, and he said she probably has cat hayfever, which is prevalent around this time of year and can often account for a little bleeding at the bottom end of things, which is what I had noticed and why I made the appointment.  I was worried about bowel cancer.

He gave her an injection to help with the hayfever, pronounced her in good health and said if the bleeding is still happening in a couple of weeks I should let him know. 
He didn't seem concerned at all, so now I am not either. 
I can feel my frown lines relaxing as I type.

* the furious scratching? Hayfever related. I put a loose collar on her and Lola scratched it to shreds within a week. I took it off and since she is a permanent inside cat I won't bother with another one.

Trouble in Paradise?

Not quite, but there is stuff going on.
Today, Lola has an appointment with the vet, I've noticed a little problem, so let's all cross our fingers and hope it isn't anything serious. Or expensive, or long term.

Last Tuesday, neighbour Pat came hobbling across to my door, in the dark, across uneven ground, to let me know she has called a home visit doctor because she is having pain in her leg, high up in the groin area. On his way out, he knocked on my door and told me she possibly has a blood clot and recommends calling an ambulance, he will fax the information to the hospital. Then a bit later, Pat comes hobbling over again, she's called the ambulance and can I please come over. 

I got my keys and followed her. She was limping quite a bit. Once back in her flat, she hobbled around doing a few things with me helping and I answered the phone when it rang, the nice lady on the other end suggested I pack medication, (she's diabetic), a dressing gown and slippers for Pat and then also said I should have her sit down and rest. So I did. 

Then I waited with her until the ambulance came. I kept checking to be sure she wasn't getting dizzy, or non-lucid, and watched her ankles too, in case they started swelling. For an old woman, she has lovely slim ankles. 
Eventually, I put the covers on her birdcage, so Mitchell, her budgie, could go to sleep. The ambulance took a long time arriving and when I mentioned it to the ambos, they said in between Pat's call and arriving there had been a car crash, a heart attack and a stabbing, so Pat got bumped down the line. I was tempted to get snarky and ask if they were the only ambulance running that night, but I didn't. 

They took her blood pressure and some information, then asked her to stand up and she couldn't, asked them to please help her and apparently lifting her isn't allowed, (OHS rules), she has to stand herself up. Ha Ha. I guess sitting for so long wasn't a good idea after all. We eventually supported her while encouraging her to put her weight on her good leg and stand, got her into a chair, not a wheel chair but similar and then trundled her across the grass to the stretcher where the ambos got her comfortable and off they went. 

I expected Pat to be back in a day or so, but today I've had news that she is going to respite care for a couple of weeks and after that possibly not coming home, depending on how she does. There's a chance she may have to move to an assisted living facility. If that happens, she hopes to be able to keep her budgie, but many places don't allow pets, because of course, staff don't have time to look after pets if the patients can't do it. 

I'll find out more later today, and will probably have to go over and pack some clothes for her and get them to the hospital, then of course I'll have to continue looking after Mitchell the budgie until we know what's going on.

Monday, August 28, 2017

Musical Monday #167

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: Elvis Presley


Burning Love

a live version:

and the lyrics:

 

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Sunday Selections # 342

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.


We're going floral today, with a fiery finish. Many of you northern hemisphere people may not be familiar with our Australian "Wattle" which is often the first sign that spring is on the way, even when days are cold and nights are frosty. Without any actual frost in my area.

this is the first wattle I've seen since last spring, it's hanging over the fence near where I wait for the bus.

this one blooms a few weeks before the lemon scented one near our community centre, where the weekly barbecues are held.

as always, when I'm photographing anything floral, the wind picked up, so this shot is blurry, but how fabulous is that blue sky?

Here's a close up, if you enlarge for a better look, you'll see the blossoms on this variety are more fan shaped than tiny fuzzy balls.

here we have several shades of Aussie green and gold against our blue winter sky.

looking up through the high branches on what I believe is a spruce tree.

a few of the rose bushes are bravely putting forth some blooms,

glorious rich yellow,

with the promise of more to come

pretty in pink 

I thought this white geranium was looking rather lush, then noticed it is actually two bushes,

with the one behind being a salmon pink variety which always looks orange in photos, but the pink can be seen at the edge of the petals in the lowest blossom.

And now for the fiery finish:  a sunrise that greeted my daughter, "no-one" on her way to work a couple of weeks ago. Sent to me via her i-phone.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Friday, August 25, 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 me and can be found right here.

This week's words are:


1. dusk
2. apples
3. sauce
4. knitting
5. amethyst
6. window

and/or:

1. itching
2. silk
3. gossamer
4. security
5. exquisite
6. turbulent

Here is my story, part four of Woody Valley Rescue.

 Leroy turned the final corner and stopped the car right behind Don Summers' vehicle. Don was standing on the front porch calling out to Wayne, hoping he was inside and could hear him. Ross approached the porch while Leroy looked around the yard in case the kids or Maddy were hiding close by. He didn't see them, so walked to the fence near the sheds and called softly, without getting any reply. He noticed even the dog was gone, his kennel standing empty. 

Ross and Don spoke quietly for a moment, then agreed that Don would wait on the porch while Ross entered the house. Calling out to Wayne as he pushed open the unlocked door, Ross glanced around the huge living room leading into a dining area, then around an "L" into a large farmhouse style kitchen. Maddy's pride and joy. A basket of knitting lay overturned on the sideboard, Ross saw a half finished exquisite baby shawl done in Maddy's favourite gossamer fine silk in the amethyst colour she like best. Being neither pink nor blue, she always claimed it was perfect for newborns and made several of these each year to donate to the local hospital's maternity section.


A bushel basket of apples stood on the sink, next to the steriliser and Ross knew a new batch of apple sauce was about to be made. Glancing out the window showed him an empty back yard, so Ross turned to the hallway leading to the rest of the house calling as he went. "Wayne? Maddy? It's Ross. Anybody home?" No voices replied. 

Opening the door to Wayne and Maddy's bedroom, Ross saw the neatly made bed, shoes lined up on the wardrobe floor and several hanging items pushed aside, leaving a gap where Maddy's go-to-town coat usually hung at the end of the row. So Maddy must be somewhere outside and hopefully the kids were with her.

Ross checked the kids bedrooms, noting that Jessy's no longer held dozens of dolls, just one favoured teddy bear sat on the bed. The boys rooms were similarly updated, with toddler toys long gone and replaced with model making kits and a few science kits. They had already put together a mobile of the planetary system. 


The small beds had been replaced with loft style bunks that had desks and bookshelves under the sleeping area. Ross saw the desk on Jeff's side held a microscope, the kid was still as interested in tiny things as he had always been. 
Nothing seemed out of place at all. 
He moved down the hall past the bathroom, glancing in quickly, then into the laundry, which was a larger room than in most homes, having an entire wall dedicated to low shelves for boots and baskets and hooks at various heights for jackets and raincoats. The jackets and boots were all gone, even Wayne's.

Hurrying back to the front door, Ross told Don what he had found and together with Leroy it was decided Ross would call Jessy's phone and hope for an answer, before they began searching the yards and woods that formed boundaries on three sides. Holding his cell phone to his ear, Ross heard a whispered "Hello? Uncle Ross?"


"Yes, it's me Jessy. Where are you? I'm at the house and there's no one here, but I haven't checked the cellar yet. It seems too quiet though, I don't think anyone is down there." 

Leroy said, "I'll check," and walked to the outside storm door to pull it open. He walked down a few steps to clearly see the entire cellar which held nothing but canned goods and more baskets of apples. "All clear here Ross," he called.

Jessy said, "I'm at the Fairy Tree house with the boys, Mum gave us candles and said to come here and she would go to Dr Clarence to get help for Dad. Do you remember how to get here?" 

"Yes, of course," said Ross. "I have Leroy with me and Don Summers. I'll send Don towards the Doc's place and have Leroy wait by the car in case your Dad shows up. Do you know where he might have gone?" "No," said Jessy. "He was acting wild like before, but different, but still scary. I just got panicked and called you."

"I'm on my way in," said Ross. "I've just passed the big old log where you can see the lake from. You don't know what might have set off your Dad?" "No," said Jessy. "He's been a bit odd for a few days, said he was itching all the time and maybe his clothes weren't really his and then something about aliens taking his clothes and giving him itchy stuff to wear. Mum said she'd go and talk to Dr Clarence if he wanted and that's when Dad started yelling about devils again and threw a basket of apples across the shed." 


"I didn't think to look in the shed," said Ross. "But I'm here now, I can see the Fairy Tree and one of the boys up in the branches." "I'm inside the trunk." said Jessy. "there's all kinds of stuff in here from all the birthday parties I had here. That's Jeff up on the branch, Josh is across the clearing keeping watch on that side." Ross looked across the clearing and waved to Josh. "Some lookout you are, didn't even warn Jessy I was coming," he smiled. "I'm watching out for Dad, and I knew you weren't him." said Josh, sliding down to the ground. "Come on down Jeff, Uncle Ross will help us now."


There were hugs all round as Jessy came out from the hollowed tree that used to be her playhouse. "What time did your Mum head off to the Doc's place?" asked Ross. 

"I'm pretty sure she took off right after she told us to come here, right after we all put on our boots and we pulled on our jackets while we ran across the yard. Dad was yelling at the apples he'd thrown and making huge scratch marks up his arms." 
"I don't like what's happening." said Jeff, the quieter twin. He was the one Wayne had planned to cut first, to release the devil he insisted was inside him and had spent plenty of hours talking out his fears with a child psychologist during the last five years. 

"You're safe now Jeff," said Ross. "Gather your things and we'll head back towards the house, there's no one there but Leroy. You remember Leroy?" 

"Yeah! He flies that little plane and always smiles." Both boys cheered up at the thought of seeing Leroy again. 
Jessy said, "Leroy's daughters are close to my age aren't they? I seem to remember at least one of them is a year younger." 
"That's right." said Ross, happy that Jessy could talk about other things instead of focusing only on Wayne. "He tells me the girls have a French bulldog now, named Froggy, because he sits back on his haunches, then leaps forward like a frog." Jessy laughed at that, something Ross was happy to see.

They made their way back to the house in good time, where the boys were already chatting a mile a minute to Leroy all about the new deck Dad was building over on the lake side so they could sit out there at dusk and watch the sun go down over the water. 

Leroy raised his eyebrows in a silent question and Ross shook his head in reply. No sign of Wayne in the woods where the kids had been. He pointed to himself and then the shed, indicating he'd take a look inside. Leroy nodded and turned his attention back to the kids.

Inside the shed, Ross stood for a minute while his eyes adjusted to the gloomy interior, then looked around slowly and carefully. Spotting a familiar pair of boots in the far corner, he made his way over there and saw Wayne, face down in the woodchip pile with outstretched arms covered in long, raw scratches. 

Ross shook Wayne's shoulder gently, but Wayne didn't wake. Ross rolled him over and gasped at the mess his brother's face was in, deeply scratched with many large splinters embedded in both cheeks, as if Wayne had ran face first into the wall of the stall holding the chips. 
He walked back out and signalled to Leroy to take the kids inside. Rubbing his stomach meant Leroy should help them all get something to eat.

As soon as they were inside, Ross phoned Dr Clarence to see if Maddy had made it there and to ask if he could please come out here right away. He told the Doctor what he had found and asked again about Maddy, feeling a sadness wash over him as Doctor Clarence said he hadn't seen her.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Words for Wednesday

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 me and can be found here.

This week's words are:


1. dusk
2. apples
3. sauce
4. knitting
5. amethyst
6. window

and/or:

1. itching
2. silk
3. gossamer
4. security
5. exquisite
6. turbulent

Let the Creativity begin!  😎

Whimsical Wednesday # 293

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.

Maybe stores should be labelled like this?
 

Monday, August 21, 2017

Musical Monday # 166

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: Elvis Presley


Moody Blue

and the lyrics:

 

Sunday, August 20, 2017

Sunday Selections # 341

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.


Let's begin:

this the birthday card my daughter gave me---Cake Day!---

and my gift - Season 4 of The Blacklist - my favourite TV series 😎

the house down the road is looking good

lots of lovely big windows which I like, but I'm glad I won't be the one cleaning them (I don't even clean my own window)

I'm curious about this side panel and what it is for

Here's the whole front, I think it looks nice, it's well balanced, having enough width and depth to balance the height.

closer to home, much closer, a water leak at the end of my path

the water ran away across the driveway quite fast for two days

before workmen appeared with a bobcat

and a concrete saw. Then I was noticed and asked to please stop taking photos 😒

this is what we are now left with, the upside down concrete slab that was removed

and a gap in the footpath, so people with mobility scooters and/or shopping trolleys have to walk on the driveway, which is no real hardship since most of them do that, but I come down the path from my front porch and usually end up right where this gap now is, so yesterday morning, not thinking, I walked down the path..oops, small detour across my grass and on I went.

we do have the necessary safety tape in place so no one trips in the dark.

meanwhile, I don't like what's happening with my hoya, which is directly in line with the corner of the upstairs balcony. I'll move it to a more sheltered spot and see if it recovers.

aaaaand, someone unknown left this broken battery operated candle right at the porch end of my path. Now If you'd dropped something and it broke, wouldn't you pick it up and take it to your rubbish bin? I had my hands full, so I left it there and it was gone the next morning.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 

Friday, August 18, 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 me and can be found right here.

This week's words are:


1. puffing
2. candles
3. confused
4. fishing
5. supreme
6. almost

and/or:

1. eight
2. despicable
3. banner
4. shave
5. flowers
6. frowning

Here is my story Woody Valley Rescue  Part Three:

 The flight to Woody Valley was uneventful weatherwise, so Leroy and Ross were able to relax and talk while they flew. Leroy had Ross laughing with his tales of Betsy's last birthday party, when the girls used trick candles on her cake, "Poor Betsy was huffing and puffing at those candles and they just wouldn't blow out, she realised in the end and had a good laugh with the girls, the flowers you sent were very nice, she loved them, said I should thank you in person, even though she phoned you the next day."

"I remembered she's liked pink roses and white carnations ever since you gave her that first bunch from your Grandma's garden, I helped you pick them and reminded you to shave before going to see her, you were in such a hurry to get there and propose."
"Yeah, that was a great day, I almost burst with delight when she said yes," said Leroy. "Now tell me what's going on in Woody Valley?"


Ross said, " remember that time when Wayne went off the rails and claimed the kids were bedevilled and he had to save them? Jessy phoned me that time and again late last night, he's gone screwy again and she's very scared. I wish I still lived closer, I'd be there by now. I told her to get the kids and run away from the house, I should have told her to ring the police too. Are we in range yet? I can phone Don Summers, or whoever is on the night desk these days, at least do something and get some help out there. I don't know what's happened, Jessy was crying and I was in a hurry to get to the airport, I'm so glad it's you flying tonight Le, that Colin gives me the creeps sometimes with his funeral voice."


"He's a bit of a sourpuss sometimes, comes in to work frowning, I suspect he doesn't really like flying, just does it for the extra money and so his wife can brag about her pilot husband, like he's a bigshot. I've heard he's going to give it up soon, he's bought a cabin by the oak tree lake and wants to spend his retirement days fishing. So what's this about wishing you lived closer? Is there any chance you can?"


"Not yet." said Ross. "I have to wait until there's a position open in any Real Estate office within a reasonable distance and places just don't come up very often. It hasn't bothered me until now. Wayne has been okay for years, no confused looks in his eyes anymore. I might talk to his doctor and see if he'll get Wayne another brain scan or something. It was something that happened in the accident that caused a malfunction last time, that's what Dr Clarence said anyway, some sort of pressure on nerves or something. But his medication is supposed to be preventing that."


"I can see how worried you are," said Leroy. "We're nearly there, see the landing strip lights? Go ahead and phone Don, send him out to the homestead and I'll run you there in the car as soon as we get down. Any word on Maddy? Is she there? Is she okay?"


"Jessy didn't say. I hope she's there and alright, Wayne had her locked in the cellar last time." Ross fell silent as he waited for Don to answer the phone while Leroy brought the small plane down and taxied in, parking close to the banner welcoming them to Woody Valley. "That's new," said Leroy. "When did they put up a banner?"


"Last month I think," said Ross after speaking to Don, who promised to get out there 'toot sweet'. "There was some sort of reunion going on and I guess they thought the banner looked good enough to leave up."


They walked into the terminal and Leroy handed over the keys to the plane, saying he'd do the servicing himself before leaving again later in the day. He arranged to borrow a car and they put their bags on the back seat, then started down the road towards Wayne and Maddy's home.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Words for Wednesday

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 me and can be found here.

This week's words are:


1. puffing
2. candles
3. confused
4. fishing
5. supreme
6. almost

and/or:

1. eight
2. despicable
3. banner
4. shave
5. flowers
6. frowning

Let the Creativity begin!  😎

Whimsical Wednesday # 292

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.

*snap* so can I 😏
 

Monday, August 14, 2017

Musical Monday # 165

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:  Elvis Presley


Way Down


and another clip which shows pictures of "The King" in case you forgot what he looked like.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Sunday Selections # 340

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.


Not many photos today, I've been tired a lot lately, so haven't taken the camera for walks as much as I used to.

How much green does one girl need?

An unexpected bright yellow Watsonia bulb has bloomed amongst the Agapanthus.

Lola being totally disinterested in a modelling career. See that white spot just below centre? That's the tip of her tail, snow white.

Oh, you want me to pose? Yawn..

The newest Gnome in my collection. He needs a name.

Left side,

back, 

right side.

On his face I thought his cheeks were a little too bright, almost a neon pink, although they don't look like it here, so since taking this photo, I've toned them down a bit with a 2b pencil smudge.

Very pleased to see some construction finally happening on this block in my daughter's suburb. It has been a wasteland for about two and a half years.

At first I thought a developer might be building another block of flats, but there are only enough waste pipes there to suggest one house. One very large house. 

And of course the all-important termite protection has been used.


here is what is left of the Murraya I've been cutting down at K's, bare branches almost as tall as me, but finally dying.

 the new leaves which began sprouting are also dead after I painted them all with poison. In a few months this stump should be dried enough to cut down, the wood is still too green right now and the saw won't cut through. The thickest part of the stump is about as thick as my thigh, tough going for a little pruning saw and I have to cut across it, which is harder.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Friday, August 11, 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 me and can be found right here.

This week's words are:


1. dynamic
2. longer
3. woods
4. mobile
5. landed
6. cellar

and/or:

1. alerted
2. flying
3. demeanor
4. lights
5. smoothly
6. filled

Here is my story: Part two

Had the changing family dynamic been the trigger that set his brother off this time?  That shouldn't happen if Wayne stayed on his medication, but perhaps there were other factors, possibly the medication was no longer doing its job. Ross didn't like to interfere, Wayne had been insulted to find himself in a locked psychiatric ward after that first breakdown. But Jessy had sounded desperate.

He'd told Jessy to get herself and the boys out of the house. Run to a neighbour, run into the woods and hide, it didn't matter as long as Wayne couldn't find them. Jessy had a mobile phone now, he could call as soon as the plane landed to see where they were. There was no point trying to convince Maddy to leave, but she would see to it the kids got out if she could. That first time, when Wayne had gone after the boys, he'd locked Maddy in the cellar first. Because it had been Jessy on the phone this time too, Ross feared Wayne had done something similar to Maddy again.

A faraway buzzing alerted Ross to the incoming small Southwest National plane and he watched across the blacktop to where he knew the landing strip was. He hoped Leroy was flying tonight, they'd been to school together and remained close friends ever since. The other night pilot, Colin, was a mortician and only flew if Leroy wasn't available. He never seemed to lose that "sorry for your loss" demeanor. Leroy was a happier soul who had played in a jazz band throughout school. He and Ross had often sung along with Louis Armstrong records and dreamed of a career in music. Then the flying bug had bit Leroy good and hard, while Ross had studied and become a Real Estate lawyer.

In just a few minutes the plane's landing lights were visible and Ross watched as the plane touched down smoothly and taxied in. A good landing. That was definitely Leroy. Ross grinned.

In spite of what might lie ahead at Wayne's, seeing Leroy always lifted his spirits. He knew the flight to Woody Valley would be filled with tales of Betsy, the kids and the dog. Leroy's daughters had a French Bulldog named Froggy.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Words for Wednesday

I'm so sorry I'm late with this, I was sure I had it scheduled, so didn't bother to check before I headed off to the dentist.

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 me and can be found right here.

This week's words are:


1. dynamic
2. longer
3. woods
4. mobile
5. landed
6. cellar

and/or:

1. alerted
2. flying
3. demeanor
4. lights
5. smoothly
6. filled 

Let the creativity begin! 😎

Whimsical Wednesday # 291

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.

 

Monday, August 7, 2017

Musical Monday # 164

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:  Elvis Presley


Suspicious Minds

August 16th is the Anniversary of the death of Elvis, in 1977 so I'll dedicate all these Mondays to his songs.

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Sunday Selections # 339

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.


let's begin with a wander around:

snowflakes are blooming in several gardens

jonquils too

and this is just a small section of a row of daffodils getting ready to bloom.

this lavender is taller and wider than I am

this is the porch area of the community centre, this is where the Wednesday barbecues are held

and this is the disgusting greasy mess left behind each week, by that barbecue (and they wonder why there is a rat problem) I won't show the uneaten food scraps that get thrown into the rose garden 😦

I like the look of this "braided" palm trunk

this sprawling wide and tall bush doesn't look like much,

but it does have gorgeous, 

purple,

flowers.

clivias are covered in bright red seed pods

and here are just a couple of things Loony Louie upstairs has had installed for his personal comfort, a sky light and a spinaway to remove hot and/or stale air

much progress has been made

on the new house down the road

I like the rendered sections which will eventually get painted

and the two smaller houses behind are also going ahead well.

Now for something REALLY special......

introducing........

Lola, who is NOT  a showgirl, but an eight year old girl rescued from the local Animal Welfare Centre

here she is having a good sniff around

when she rolls around on the bed, she looks a lot like Angel.

Lola is very quiet, independent, likes to be left alone, but also likes to have her head rubbed and her shoulders scratched. She was raised indoors, so has no interest in going out, doesn't even sit by the open door. 
She spends all day sleeping under my bed and roams around at night, eating and coming for her pats and cuddles, then goes back under the bed before I wake in the morning.
What will happen when Angel comes back home? Well, I'll have two cats.