Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

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 right here.


This week's words are:


1. refocusing
2. theatrically
3. unimaginable
4. olive oil
5. footrest
6. relieved

and/or:

1. roughly
2. mythology
3. disconnected
4. expansive
5. campfire
6. singing

Let the creativity begin!

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

OMG facts

I'm off to get a 'fasting' blood test, to check blood sugars and cholesterol. Nothing to eat since 10pm last night and two bus trips to get to the doctor, you can bet your last dollar I'll be carrying a snack to eat as soon as the blood is taken.

1. Brandy is the liquor most likely to cause the most severe hangover.

2. "Only of one thing I am sure: When I dream, I am always ageless."
      Poet Elizabeth Coatsworth

3. The oldest recipe in existence is a recipe for beer.

4. Without an atmosphere, the surface temperature on Earth at the equator would be 176 degrees by day and fall to -200 degrees at night.

Sunday, February 18, 2018

Sunday Selections #?

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 is taking a blog break this month and will be back when she is ready.


today you get to see the lovely Lady Lola, aka Miss Fancypants, aka "get off the table!"

here she is looking up at

Miss Mousie on the top corner of the scratching tower

she stared for the longest time, I thought she was never going to make a move

but she did finally jump up

and knock Miss Mousie to the floor before turning her attention to a small yellow ball which she also knocked off and it rolled under the couch, so she lost interest.

checking out the "cave" in case any more toys make an appearance

still keeping an eye on the "cave"

while she wasn't looking, I put Miss Mousie back up, but Lola wasn't interested anymore and took herself to my bed to sleep.









Friday, February 16, 2018

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. caldera
2. Merlin
3. unicorn
4. crossbow
5. thoughtless
6. stunning

and/or:

1. glinting
2. crop
3. valley
4. particular
5. deliberately
6. cave

Here is my story:


Detective Inspector Stanley Grace and Irene Fargo were just finishing breakfast when the morning receptionist, Vicky Applebee, came to tell them the mail truck was waiting for them by the Post Office. The driver introduced himself, "Charles, but everyone calls me Chaz," and saw they were safely buckled in before starting the motor. “Goin’ up to see Bernice, I hear,” he said. “She writes a letter every year to you people, brightens up the mailbags a bit, those pink envelopes. Won’t take long to get up there, not much mail to deliver either, no one between town and Bernice and only one small package for the Browns on the other side of the valley.”

“Have you been delivering the mail for long?” asked Irene. “Got the job right out of high school,” said Chaz proudly. “Arthur used to do it, and he knew I know the country here like the back of my hand, so he handed the truck keys over as soon as I had my licence. Now he just does the run when I have to be somewhere else, he grows the vegetables in the yard out back of the Hotel now.  He’s got a bonza crop of pumpkins going, there’ll be pumpkin soup on the menu soon.”

“What can you tell me about this mountain lake area then?” asked Stanley. “Well it’s a series of valleys, the deepest one back beyond Bernice’s is actually a caldera, that’s the crater of an extinct volcano, and it’s got a lot of growth in it now, trees and grasses and such, the centre is filled with water, no one knows how deep it is, and there’s a stream comes from that, springs out about halfway down the outside of the mountain and runs past Bernice’s field, she gets her water from that since her well ran dry a couple of years back. The view across that lake is stunning around about sunset with the light glinting off the water and the shadows around the edges making a good contrast.”

“Sounds like you’re a bit of an artist,” said Irene, “your description paints a good picture” Chaz said, “I do like to paint, but don’t do it so much anymore. I used to sit up in one of the caves and paint what I saw, then I got the mail run and now I spend a few days each month in the city, I’m doing a course in mechanics, so I can keep this old truck running like new. Wouldn’t be too good if I got a problem while away from town and no way to get help, so I carry the manual and some tools with me all the time too.”

“Very sensible of you,” said Stanley. “How much further to Bernice’s?” “Just about there,” said Chaz. “I heard you’ve been there before, but I didn’t take you, I’d remember that. Anyway, the hut looks a bit different now, the rainbow’s got patches where the paint don’t match. When it cracks or peels or something, old Bernice just slaps on a bit of new, but she ain’t particular about matching the colours anymore.”

The truck puttered around a wide bend and there was Bernice’s hut, the pastel rainbows now patched with differing shades of greens and browns, almost as if she was deliberately trying to camouflage it. Given the urgency of her latest communication, perhaps she was. “We’ll have to be a bit delicate,” said Stanley, “she might be a bit spooked with whoever it is she’s seen, we should approach slowly, give her a chance to hear us and look out the window.” ‘Sounds like a plan, boss,” said Irene, as they both got out of the truck and waved goodbye to Chaz making his way further up the track. They stood for a minute appreciating the sights, then made sure to walk on the gravel path so Bernice could hear them coming.

“Should we have brought her a little something from town? asked Irene. ‘She might think we’re a bit thoughtless coming to visit without something. I remember every time my mum visited the older women she would always take a cake or packet of biscuits for when they had cups of tea.”  “We never did before, so I think we’ll be okay on that score,” said Stanley. “Bang that knocker a couple of times, she’s had long enough to see that it’s us, she’s sharp enough to remember us still, I reckon.”

Bernice answered the door right away, “I seen you through the window,” she said, “knew you from the last few times, come on in, I’ll put the kettle on. I bought a fruit cake in town the other day, we can have some of that.” She put down the large book she had been reading, it was labelled mythology on the spine and Irene saw it was opened at a picture of the legendary Merlin with King Arthur and a few of the Knights. All held crossbows, but none were aimed at the unicorn they were watching as it drank from a stream.


Wednesday, February 14, 2018

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 right here.


This week's words are:


1. caldera
2. Merlin
3. unicorn
4. crossbow
5. thoughtless
6. stunning

and/or:

1. glinting
2. crop
3. valley
4. particular
5. deliberately
6. cave

Let the creativity begin!

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

OMG facts

1. An astronaut can be up to two inches taller returning from space. The cartilage disks in the spine expand in the absence of gravity.

2. Babies can breathe and swallow at the same time until they are six months old.

3. Transurphobia is the fear of haircuts.

4. "There are three periods in life: youth, middle age, and "how well you look"."
       politician Nelson Rockefeller

5. "It is fitting that we pay tribute to Abraham Lincoln, who was born in a log cabin that he built with his own hands."
congressman Dan Flood, in a holiday-appropriate senior moment

6. Abraham Lincoln's corpse has been buried, exhumed, inspected, or reburied at least 17 times since his death.

7. J is the only letter that doesn't appear in the periodic table of elements.

8. "We each need to make peace with our own memories. We have all done things that make us flinch."
Buddhist Lama Surya Das

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Sunday Selections #?

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 usually participates, but she is taking a blog break right now. 


There's something new in my garden:

early last Thursday a cement mixer truck backed into the driveway

and poured concrete into the prepared formwork

for a nice little edging to my garden bed

this is the end that edges the bit by the mailboxes, not cleaned off at the base yet, that happened a bit later, the men did a great clean up job.

the long front edge, where they even lifted a long disused access point to keep the level, one day that point/tap/whatever it is may be needed and now it is easily visible, where before it was buried under inches of mulch and dirt.
I had this done so I can water better, there won't be mulch and water flooding out onto the footpath now.

I set a chair at each end to protect the corners while it dried and set.

some of the ants are very confused, they've lost their nest, hopefully they'll make a new one far, far away

this rescued plant is doing well

with four new babies, three at the back here and one on the front side

a smaller section now has four leaves instead of one

and the smallest one has three leaves, the newest leaf just half unfurled. I still don't know what the plant is.









Friday, February 9, 2018

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. exterior
2. madwoman
3. mountain lake
4. twitched
5. flicker
6. desk

and/or:

1. prediction
2. approach
3. bacteria
4. vaults
5. plane
6. white lilac

here is my story:


Detective Inspector Stanley Grace saw the large, bright pink envelope on his desk even before he stepped through the doorway. To his partner at the other desk he said, “I see the madwoman up in the mountain lake area has sent us another of her predictions.” Irene Fargo’s lips twitched upward with amusement. “Every year for how long now?”  “Fifteen years now. We weren’t here for the first two,” replied Stanley.
“Are we going to follow up as usual or give someone else a chance to meet the old dear?” said Irene. “Let’s see what she has to say before we decide.” Stanley opened the envelope addressed to him *and no-one else*, heavily underlined, and withdrew a single sheet of paper faintly scented with white lilac perfume.
“He is back!” declared the page, in uneven blocky print. “I been saying for years I see him coming. Now he is here. I seen him myself. You better come quick!”
“Irene, I think we’d best approach this ourselves, this isn’t the usual prediction of things to come.” He showed her the paper and suggested she go down to the vaults and collect all the relevant files on this old case. “We see them every year, so they should be close enough to find quickly, I’ll get on the phone and book us a couple of seats on the next plane going that way. I’ll ring the chief first and let him know we’re going again.”
Reminding himself to also pack a box of surgical gloves, (the madwoman, Bernice, had a fear of bacteria) his mind drew forth the last time they’d been there. The exterior of the tiny hut had been freshly painted in a rainbow of pastel colours, but sloppily, as if done by hand by someone who knew nothing about painting. He’d come to realise over the years that Bernice wasn’t truly mad, just a little different, a person who saw things much the same way a clairvoyant might. But she had spent many years locked in a psychiatric ward at that old hospital up there, back when people believed that sea air, exercise and fresh vegetables could help a lot with stabilising certain types of mental illness.
Irene came back with all the files on a wheeled cart and parked it midway between the desks, they would take the two most recent folders with them to refresh their memories as they flew to the nearest airport to Shark Cove, then a hired car would take them the rest of the way. Each of them had a ‘go-bag’ with a change of clothes and emergency cash, stashed in a locker, so they’d be ready to go anywhere at a moment’s notice.  Irene pulled hers out and checked it for toothpaste and brush, then dragged out Stanley’s bag. They didn’t know how long they’d be gone, but the Cove Hotel was nice, she remembered from last year and the Post Office Market and Store could supply anything extra they needed. Irene pulled out a photo of Bernice and studied it. She had come to the case only six years ago, but a flicker in her memory said there was something about Bernice that looked familiar.


Wednesday, February 7, 2018

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. exterior
2. madwoman
3. mountain lake
4. twitched
5. flicker
6. desk

and/or:

1. prediction
2. approach
3. bacteria
4. vaults
5. plane
6. white lilac

Let the creativity begin!

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

OMG Facts

and bits from the other calendar:

1. "I never panic when I get lost. I just change where it is I want to go."
      Comedian Rita Rudner

2.  Your body produces enough saliva during your lifetime to fill two swimming pools.

3. "My brain tends to take the scenic route. Things come to the forefront of my mind sooner or later, it just takes time."      Author Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena: The Two Sisters

4. "Old people shouldn't eat health foods. They need all the preservatives they can get."
      Columnist Robert Orben

5. In Toy Story's most productive week during production, Pixar completed 3.5 minutes of          animation.



Monday, February 5, 2018

Pictures or it didn't happen

Gracula in action

one clove, nicely crushed, and so easily

not as finely as when using one of these crushers

with its tiny holes, luckily that grid is removable for easy cleaning

two smaller cloves at once

crushed just as easily

garlic butter. I added some garlic powder as well because I didn't have much whole garlic, the dark specks are parsley

spreading, spreading


and into the oven with them. Garlic butter works better on thicker slices of bread, but sandwich bread is all I have right now

left over garlic butter is wrapped in baking paper

sealed in a zip-lock baggie and frozen for another day

hot and delicious and ready to eat

could use more garlic flavour though and definitely thicker bread.











Sunday, February 4, 2018

Sunday Selections #359

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 is taking a break this month and we will miss her wonderful photos.


I love delivery day, it's almost like Christmas, the one difference being that I already know what is inside these boxes. The black ones hold two giant boxes of kitty litter, the big brown boxes hold two large boxes of laundry powder and two large bottles of fabric softener. The small brown box holds a stack of stationery items that should last me a couple of years at least. 

I decided to get the housework done before opening them.

the filters from the range hood were desperately in need of scrubbing, so here they are freshly cleaned

the grille covering the exhaust fan was also looking decidedly grungy, so that came off for a good scrub

and of course the grunge under that grille needed to be removed too, not the easiest job, because the range hood is set too low and leaning up under it is awkward.

Visited my daughter the next day and she had a little surprise for me,

Introducing: Gracula

isn't he cute?

and useful

any other vampire would run a mile at the sight of garlic. But not Gracula-one twist of his head and he will crrush your garlic to smitherines...Mwahahahaha
(I've never seen smithereens spelled that way)

the oh so easy directions


here he is ummm...'beheaded'

and the twisty bits

that grind against these twisty bits once your garlic clove is in place

I haven't tried it yet but I think it will be a fun way to crush garlic.











Friday, February 2, 2018

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 Cindi and can be found here.


This week's words are:


1. dictionary
2. groundhog
3. dancing
4. rain
5. silent
6. Germany

and/or:

1. bloody
2. confidence
3. ranger
4. Apollo
5. submarine
6. Byron 

and an image which I have included

Here is my story:

“Graziella, , il mio amore**, come, dance with me.”
“Pietro, you old fool, it is raining”.
“Bah! What is rain? Just a little water after all. Dancing in the rain is such fun! You remember, surely you remember. You must remember.”
 “So long ago Pietro, now we are very old.”
“So we dance a little slower, come, take my hand.”
Slowly Graziella stood from her place on the porch seat, Pietro took her hand and led her to the circle of grass, bordered by her favourite roses.
They danced slowly, carefully, as he whispered in her ear. “Remember, Grazie, the year in America. We saw the Apollo launch, visited the submarine from World War Two. Remember Yosemite park where we got lost?”
“I remember Pietro, we were rescued by the Ranger with the so handsome face, he should have romance novels written about him.”
“Ah, he was a good looking man, I was glad you were my wife already, I had confidence you would not look too long at him.”
“Of course not, Pietro, you are my only love. I remember his name was Byron, like the poet.”
Pah! Poetry! I need a dictionary to understand it, the archaic English language. It is not beautiful to me as it is to others.”
“I know this Pietro. You like things more real, easier to understand. I remember something else from that year, that so long honeymoon we had.”
“What do you remember Graziella?”


“The shark tank at the aquarium. All the sharks, constantly moving, yet so silent. But what is this Pietro? This bloody stain I see on your shirt?”
“Is nothing Grazie, a little nosebleed when I sneezed. The new doctor from Germany said it might happen.”
“A reaction to the medicine, yes. I did not notice right away. I should wash the shirt, not be dancing in the rain.”
“But I have so little time left. The shirt can wait. Let us dance.”

**google translation, forgive me if it is wrong