Food on a Friday – It’s that time of the year again.

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Aunty Pam’s recipe comes out for its annual airing

complete with her ticks from years gone by

These are easier to cook at this time of the year  – no hot kitchen 😊

Greaseproof tops and bottoms cut, calico covers ready,

Bowls waiting to be filled then steamed

Several small ones this year – no need for large when only two eat it

They can be kept in the fridge or even the freezer

An ‘instant’ pudding when fancied during the year.

Delicious hot with custard – or cold with ice cream 😊

All ready for steaming – small basins only need 4hrs 😊

 

The photos below were taken as a record a few years ago – voilà

Aunty Pam’s Christmas Pudding – good enough to eat 😊

 

Have you cooked anything extra special recently?

 

Words for Wednesday (on Thursday)

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Words for Wednesday is a weekly meme where words are provided and bloggers make what they can of them.

This month River is providing the words.  This is my effort 😊

Tom and Tim – Time with the Twins

Tom was puffing so much when he got to the top of the hill he really thought he was about to pass out. He once again told himself he must lose some weight especially now Tim had suggested a few days away together would be a good thing for them both.

These past few days as he readied himself for his morning shave he had stood there looking at himself in the mirror, frowning as he noticed how much further back his hairline had receded.

His brother Tim had confused him by talking about a fishing  trip in The Territory when he was under the impression they were going to South Australia. Seems the fish were bigger and better up there and you could catch something almost every time you put your rod in the water.

Once upon a time Tim had been the Supreme Champion in the fly fishing club but had conceded defeat after the terrible goings on at last year’s championship event.

Each fisher was supposed to make their own flies but because the arthritis in his fingers had become a problem he had done a despicable deed and got a youngster to make them (under my tutorage he protested when the truth came out)

Oh well, thought Tom, maybe this trip will do us both good. We both deserve a treat. Being twins meant they’d shared so much during their lives, another birthday together wasn’t going to harm them.

He thought of the fun they’d had on the last one his mother had organised for them with a banner over the door and candles on each of their cakes. That had been eight years ago – maybe he’d better put some flowers on her grave before they went away.

Why don’t you pop over to River’s and see what other bloggers have contributed

It’s The Real Thing….

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I think I’ve mentioned a few times over the years how much I like lighthouses.  There are some that are tall and ‘graceful’ – others are short and aquat – and even more  that fall in between.  All flashing their lights in a regular fashion, playing their part in keeping those on the sea safe.  If we’re anywhere near the coast with a lighthouse to be seen it’s a sure bet there’ll usually be a picture or two coming home on my camera with me 😊

This one is down on the south west coast of Victoria at Port Fairy – just a short walk from town, sitting there facing the Southern Ocean complete with a bench to take in the view.

The one below is on Stone Island at Bowen Queensland.  There is a great carnival atmosphere in town the day of the lowest tide for the year because that’s the day The Walk to the Lighthouse takes place.  Click on the photo to see the line walking over on the exposed sandbar – we certainly had lots of fun!
Coincidentally they both have a football team (albeit different codes) called The Seagulls 😊

Tucked away on the south coast of the Canadian province of Labrador (which is across the Strait of Belle Isle off the north west coast of Newfoundland) you’ll find the Point Armour Lighthouse.

According to  this website as well as this one, at 33m/109ft it is the tallest lighthouse in Atlantic Canada and the second tallest in all of Canada.  It was on our list of ‘things to see’ during our 2013 Canadian trip.  As we drove up the gravel drive we mentioned to each other that it didn’t really look all that tall. But once we’d clambered out of the car into the gale force wind and struggled to reach the original keepers house we’d changed our mind.  It was enormous !

Point Armour (near L’Anse Armour) Labrador

I’ve just finished rereading The Light between Oceans – a tale about a young lighthouser keeper and his wife stationed on a light just after the First World War.  It was situated on an island quite a distance from the coast of Western Australia and these are some of her thoughts about the waters the lighthouse ‘guards’

 

Here the Indian Ocean washed into the Great Southern Ocean and together they stretched like an edgeless carpet below the cliffs.  On days like this it seemed so solid she had the impression she could walk to Madagascar in a journey of blue upon blue

Reading that reminded me of the seas at Point Armour.  They also seemed to stretch on and on forever.  Unfortunately the wind was so strong (and cold) that day I only took a couple of photos outside and for some reason I didn’t take any from the top of the building – there was so much to concentrate on (climbing over a hundred steps to the top for one thing) I was worried I’d drop my camera.

As I said reading Isabel’s description of her seas looking like a carpet of blue stretching out into the distance reminded me of the the waters below this lighthouse.  They just went on and on – not to Madascar – but north to the Atlantic and south to the Gulf of St Lawrence (and all ports in between 😊)

 

It was a bit like reading the book and seeing the film.  Similar but not the same.  Somehow I think ‘the real thing’ is going to stay there in my memory long after the words in the book!

As usual click photos for a different view.

 

Linking to Our World Tuesday 

http://ourworldtuesdaymeme.blogspot.com.au

I have often wondered…..

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I heard a song on the radio the other day that brought back a memory – something I remember being said about a family member.

‘She died from a broken heart’

These are some of my Mum’s family taken about 1940 during WW2.  An aunt, a brother in uniform, some cousins and their children  All hoping things will change and they can go on living the way they used to.  Of course we all know it was quite a few years before that happened.

 

Mum’s cousin on the right (known to me as Aunty Lena) was married to a naval officer who was on submarines.  When he and all aboard were lost at sea in 1942 she became a young widow with a young child and did as all widows at that time had to do – put on a brave face and get on with it.  She died in 1951 aged 44.

Even though I was only 9 at the time I can clearly remember family saying:-

‘Never mind what the death certificate says, we all know she died from a broken heart’

As an aside, you occasionally hear of people dying not long after traumatic events (the loss of husbands/wives/partners or other family) and I have often wondered and maybe you have also if that could actually be true – not the dying but the broken heart bit 😊

Well, it seems there could be some truth in the saying after all.

This article popped up on a website I subscribe to – it and others I’ve discovered suggest it is possible in some cases to Die from a Broken Heart.  Fairly close to the trauma that is but it didn’t say it couldn’t happen or wasn’t possible 9yrs later.

It would be sentimentaly nice to think Aunty Lena died of a broken heart and not from complications after a bout of pneumonia.

What Musical Memories do you have on this Monday ?

Linking to Mel’s MicroBflog Monday

Just look what happens……

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Now this is for your eyes only

Don’t you tell anyone I showed you 😊

Can you see what happens when I take my eye off the ball for a few days

 Yes, a change comes over the ‘usually’ tidy house

Certainly not a good look 😒

No wonder I can’t find room to cook lol

We had some sunshine outside and who wants to do housework??

Certainly not me 😎

Don’t worry I’ll get round to it

 Sometime 😊😊

A round of golf anyone?

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It’s Friday and we’ve done a lot of living, loving and travelling recently.  Maybe it’s time for some fun and laughter.  Yes – No.  What do you think?

Inbox jokes, no matter how old come in handy

This one is for all the Golfers out there 🙂

50 Shades of Golf

Four friends, long time mates, had been going on the same golfing trip for many years.

A couple of days before the group was to leave Jack’s wife puts her foot down and tells him he is not going.

Jack’s buddies are very upset that he can’t go, but what can they do?

Two days later the three get to St. Andrews only to find Jack sitting at the bar with four drinks set up!

‘Wow, Jack, how long you been here, and how did you talk your old lady into letting you go?’

‘I’ve been here since last night!

Yesterday I was sitting in my living room chair and the wife comes up behind me, puts her hands over my eyes and says ‘Guess who?’

I pulled her hands off and there she was wearing nothing but a see-through nightie.

She took my hand and pulled me into our bedroom.

There were candles and rose petals all over the place.

Well turns out she had been reading 50 Shades of Grey and lying there on the bed were handcuffs, a blindfold, and ropes!

She told me to put the blindfold on her, then tie her up and cuff her to the bed.

So I did.

Then she said ‘Do whatever you want.’

So…..here I am!

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I have to admit The Golfer has been on my mind this past few weeks – he is fine and well now and yes, back on the golf course.😊

It was a case of men and their (very topical) internal physical problems.  So all you fellas out there don’t ignore unusual symptoms- get things checked out.

Thank you for all the comments and email messages you’ve been leaving – not only have I been lax in replying to many of them but I have also been very lax in visiting you.  I certainly hope to get back on top of it very soon.
Bye for now
Cathy

Trying a new blogging app….

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Lately (when using my iPad) I’ve been having minor problems with the wordpress site as well as their app and even contemplated moving back to Blogger/blogspot until I remembered Blogger discontinued their ‘free’ app – and being the tight a*** that I am I refuse to buy it.

Anyway I’ve discovered one that might possibly be useful when the other is playing up.  It’s a freebie called BlogPad Pro.

I’m not looking for anything elaborate just something where I can start, save and then come back and edit, maybe add a piccie or two and not go through too many hoops to do so.  One thing that appeals to me is that it seems I can draft posts off line, then when I have internet access move them to ‘Live’ before publishing.  Would/Will be handy when travelling.

Playing with it is a learning curve – simple but not simple. Let see how it goes 😊

 

 

A Lingering look at Windows on Fogo Island……

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Fogo island – a small island off the northern coast of Newfoundland

  https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fogo_Island_(Newfoundland_and_Labrador)

One of the places we visited on our last trip (2013) to see The Golfer’s extended family in the Maritimes. We took a quick walk up the street from our B&B in Fogo and disovered this beautiful old house full of windows and turrets.

We stood there for a while trying to capture each and every aspect of this wonderful house

Side views showed a change in colour – weathering no doubt from years of sun, snow, storms and sea air.

Windows in every conceivable place – long cold winters mean less daylight

   The decorative gables, shaped shingles in the upstairs attic area and finials on the turrets and roof gave it a gingerbread house look.

   We would have liked to have seen the other end (on the right hand side) but the curtains twitched and we knew we might overstay our welcome.

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Dawn (The Day After) highlights the beauty of wiindows in her monthly meme

A lingering look at Windows

She posts on the first Thursday of each month but participants are welcome at any time.

https://lingeringvisions.wordpress.com/2016/12/27/a-lingering-look-at-windows-2017-title-page/

What is it about mens shirts?…..

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I’ve a feeling this is going to be another of my ‘hodgepodge’ posts where I know what I’m trying to say but can’t find the right words to describe it.

Before I married The Golfer we joked about things we’d do as a married couple and laughed at the things we felt we shouldn’t be doing.  When I said in all seriousness ‘I won’t be ironing shirts’ he just looked at me and shrugged his shoulders.  It didn’t seem to bother him, he was in the air force and used to doing his own ironing.  If the truth be told I was a bit worried about not doing it correctly – I’d never had to iron a man’s shirt before and as he’d mentioned in passing how his mother had never seemed to iron the collars properly I decided (rightly or wrongly) it wasn’t going to be my responsibility.

Anyway circumstances had it that for all of his working life (in several professions) he wore a clean business type shirt each day and except for the odd occasion when he was extremely busy I laundered and he would iron them. Much much more professionally than I ever did – no questions asked 😊

I saw a tv programme only just a few years ago – one of those where young couples openly air their grievances while discussing problems within their marriages.  One newly wed young man complained his wife refused to wash and iron his shirts!  Her explanation was ‘I don’t wear them so why should I wash and iron them.  He’s big enough to do them himself.  It’s not my fault his mother did them before we married.’  For the life of me I cannot remember what advice was given to the young couple on how to settle their differences.

These days when the mood takes me I watch a supposedly serious but quite funny dating show on SBS called ‘If You Are the One’. Made in China with subtitles it involves 24 women ‘interviewing and interrogating’ men in the hope of finding a Mr Right.   Some of the questions seem quite strange but there’s usually a reason behind them.

One young girl asked if the young man ‘would wash her undies’.  ‘If I had to I suppose, he said. They’d go in the machine with everything else’  ‘And, she said, would I have to do your washing, your shirts and other things’   ‘Well if you were busy I suppose I could do them myself’

After a little digging (gentle questioning) by the host, it emerged that in a previous relationship this young girl’s partner had insisted (to the point of being violent) she do all the household work including his washing and ironing as he sat around doing nothing, even though they both held jobs with status.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/If_You_Are_the_One_(game_show)

Yes, here it is Monday (the traditional wash day) and I’m just wondering

Why it is that even in these days of so called shared responsibilities laundry is still regarded as women’s work?

What have we done to our sons to make them think this way?

Is it too much of this?


 

Having daughters help in the home

OR

Maybe not enough of this?!

And what is it about men’s shirts that causes such mixed feelings in households 😊😊

Do you have any thoughts at all on this issue?

Laundry – Shared Housekeeping – Parenting – (Family Violence)

Linking to Mel’s MicroBlog Monday

http://www.stirrup-queens.com/2017/08/microblogmondays-154-look-at-linus/

A Winter Walk…….

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A couple of days ago I mentioned how cool it had been during the week – I’m writing this on Saturday and it looks like the weather man agreed with me.

After my trip to the pool on Tuesday I was determined to keep the body moving so on a very cool cold foggy Wednesday morning it was on with coat wooly hat and gloves and out i went – up the road to my favourite reserve.  Kiera decided on a spot near the fire to wait for my return 😊

As I said it was a very foggy, looks like the sky was falling down, low light morning – even on the low light feature my photos look dull – I haven’t altered them because I want to remember the morning as it was.  Clicking will enlarge

Not another silly bugger soul in sight as I looked up past the pond and began to think the resident ducks had migrated to warmer places,  then turned back and saw they’d all come out of hiding.

Some were keeping their feet dry – while others were looking for lunch!

 

And here’s a group of Purple Swamphens – this is not their usual behaviour.  I’ve never seen them rush up from their wetland waterhole – like ducks looking for something toeat – they potter around feeding on the grassy slopes, and tend to stay clear of people.  I think this winter must have been hard on them.Oh dear what a miserable looking waterhole this is  – not very interesting is it.  Can’t see a thing on the horizon except grey skies.

Look below and admire the view of the nearby Dandenong Ranges we get from that spot on a sunny day  Yes, those are the infamous tv masts that sit on The hilltops visible for miles around.  No matter where we’re coming from once I can see them in the distance I know I’m nearly home 😊

So it was up the hill past the old school oval which is now an off lead dog park – couldn’t see or hear anyone.  Nobody around but me.  And looky here – there’s my resting spot.  If you compare this photo with the one of the masthead you can see how much growth has taken place in not very many years.  It’s a lovely place to sit and watch the world go by on a warm dry day.  Not today tho’!

Down the hill and back to the bridge, heard a flapping of wings as I went over.

 

A big black and white bird was perched on the railing.  I’d no idea what it was.

It just sat there for ages looking around not in the least bit bothered by me snapping away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

That’s better!

If you stand up straight I can look you up in my bird book when I get home

I cheated and checked the reserve’s website to see what birds frequent the area then looked it up in my bird book 😊

It’s a Little Pied Cormorant !

(or Little Shag)

http://foelizabethbridgereserve.org.au/Birds%20At%20Elizabeth%20Bridge.htm

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Little_pied_cormorant

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Linking to Sunday Selections – http://river-driftingthroughlife.blogspot.com.au/2017/08/sunday-selections-339.html

Linking to Nature Notes – https://ramblingwoods.com/2017/08/07/nature-notes-430-raising-monarch-butterflies-from-eggs/

Linking to Our World Tuesday – http://ourworldtuesdaymeme.blogspot.com.au

You learn something new every day…..

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He first came into my life at the end of June 2011 and I wrote about my feelings at that time, the time of our first meeting.

https://cranethie.wordpress.com/2011/06/30/farewell-dear-friend/

I named him Lance (2) just like his predecessor and we have travelled many many kilometres together in all sorts of weather- mostly good but also some that could be classed as bad.

However this past Tuesday morning was the first time he showed how much he cared for me (and my safety) and made me laugh when he did so 😊

Just as an aside last week (not this one just gone but the one before)  was a rotter of a week.  No details really needed ‘cept to say The Golfer fancied a ride in an ambulance at 2am  on the Tuesday morning, spent most of the day in A&E at Maroondah then was transferred to Box Hill. There were several days when Lance and I shared time constantly driving up and down Whitehorse Road to Box Hill Hospital so I could say ‘Hello and how are you today’.  Exhausting for all us!

I didn’t really notice the weather (that’s a first for me!) until this Tuesday when I decided it was time to freshen up and get the body back into gear again by spending some time at the pool.  It was about 7.30am and a bit on the chilly side when I climbed into Lance and turned the key – up pops a little symbol on the dashboard suggesting the roads might be icy!  What was that – I’d never seen that warning before.

The temp on the dashboard said 3c, ok, ‘they’ had suggested 5c for our neighbourhood, obviously ‘they’ were out by a degree or two, can’t get it right all the time can ‘they’ lol  Not an icy road to be seen anywhere tho’  The same thing happened when I got back in to drive home.

So I dug around the glovebox, found the handbook and there it was on the right hand side, at the top of page 55 in Instruments and controls.

The very same little symbol!

Well well – would you look at that.  The cause of that little warning coming on is because the outside temp is 3c/37f or lower.  Looks like Lance 2 decided to use it for the first time – only took him 6 years to find out where the switch was 😊😊

Yes, whether you want to or not, you could learn something new each day!

The Blonde and the….

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I’ve been back on the family history trail again this past week.  Delving into census can be really interesting because as well as giving an idea of family size and circumstances it also provides information on occupations.

I was talking about this with a friend and for some reason the talk turned to our first jobs and how all the things related to those jobs that had sounded so easy were in the beginning so hard to grasp.  (You have to remember this was quite a while ago when the office junior was given what girls these days might think were menial things to do). Anyway one of her duties was to make tea/coffee for ‘the bosses’ and she had me in stitches as she recalled that simple task and all the mistakes she made.  ‘You’d have thought I was a dumb blonde (her words) instead of someone with high marks in all my secretarial studies’ she said!

And all this leads up to a couple of Blonde Jokes I came across the other day 😊

The Blonde and the Census Taker

The census taker rang the doorbell and was greeted by an attractive blonde woman.  He explained he was from the Census Bureau and wanted to know how many people were in the family.

Let me see, she said, twirling a strand of her hair in her fingers, there’s me, my husband and our children Beth, Steven, Aaron, Janice, Caroline, Will…

We’re not interested in names, the census taker interrupted, numbers will be sufficient.

Oh no, we don’t use numbers, the blonde replied, we haven’t run out of names yet!

The Blonde and the Coffee Thermos

A young blonde had just started her first job and was very eager to please.  One of her first jobs was to go out for coffee so she walked to a nearby coffee shop carrying a large thermos flask.

When the barista finally noticed her she held up the thermos and asked ‘Is this big enough to hold 6 cups of coffee’

The barista looked at the flask, hesitated for a few seconds, then finally said, ‘Yeah it looks like about 6 cups to me’

‘Good’ she said,

‘Give me two regular, two black, and two decaf’

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I love Blonde Jokes – they help with Monday Mutters and Moans

For a good part of a former life I was a Blonde and I was always muttering on a Monday – about how I wished it was Fun Friday 🙂 🙂 🙂

Linking to Mel’s MicroBlog Monday

http://www.stirrup-queens.com/2017/07/microblogmondays-153-the-things-we-dont-notice/

 

Black or White? Sugar? #weekendcoffeeshare

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Gosh it’s been a while hasn’t it – since we – as in – you, me and everyone else, got together for coffee and cake


If we were sitting there enjoying each other’s company I’d be able to tell you the past couple of weeks have been entertaining to say the least 😊😊

The day after Dunkirk was released here The Golfer and I managed to get to a local showing.  I went along so we’d get full use of a Christmas gift card (being dated 12 months unless there are films that interest us it’s a case of ‘use it or lose it’) and had thought I’d have a snooze in the comfy reclining seats during any ‘blood and gore’ scenes.  I knew the background to that event in WW2 but what I thought was going to be another war film turned out to be anything but. Great entertainment- Go and see it if you can.  Some of you may remember me telling you a couple of years ago about a tiny cafe we’d discovered in Healesville – https://cranethie.wordpress.com/2014/01/24/word-of-mouth-advertising/ – well just by chance I was looking for a spot for to meet another friend and found they have opened a new ‘branch’ not too far from us in Kilsyth. Very trendy, good light Italian styled food., good coffee, no pressure to order again even though we must have sat there ‘chatting’ for about an hour.  There are so many coffee shops come cafes opening up in the eastern suburbs it’s hard to know how they manage to stay in business.  Must be the ever growing number of retirees looking for new ones to try each month lol. The elderly residents at the nursing home never fail to entertain me.  The Musical Memories activity I help organise weekly is on hold for the time being while we have school children come in to form a ‘shared choir’ with the residents.  Such great fun for them all helping each other with words and actions then followed by a small morning tea.  Problem is it starts at 10am …. the time the ‘tea trolley’ usually begins to make its way round resident’s rooms …. and seeing cups, saucers and goodies laid out on the table (to be enjoyed later) was just too much for one lady who certainly didn’t want to miss out.  The activities ‘lady’ asked if they knew what a warm up was and quick as a wink she calls out ‘Yes, that’s what happens to me when I have my morning cuppa’. No way was she singing until she’d had her cup of tea so she went back to her room to take it from the trolley, then happy as Larry turned up half an hour later to join in with everyone else – AND then had another cup at the end 😊 😊And here’s something that still has me laughing even though I still can’t get over the cheek of it.  One of my loves is singing and I joined a second choir at the beginning of this year. Under the banner of that university of the third age it wasn’t quite as formal as my other one; it was a fun couple of hours each week which I was enjoying.  I mentioned I’d be away cruising all of April, that’s fine.  Came home crook and took quite a few weeks to recover, that’s fine.  Now nearly mid year and looking forward to the next six months.  Imagine my surprise when I get an email last week telling me I’ve been unenrolled because of lack of attendance – honestly if it wasn’t so ridiculous it would be funny.

That’s Entertainment I suppose

Top of the bill one week – Sweeping the floor the next 😊

Why not visit Diane’s blog and see what others are talking about over coffee

https://parttimemonsterblog.com

I have one in white….

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It’s not what you have but how they do the job!

Words of wisdom from my father about kitchen gadgets and appliances.

Take potato peelers for example- he didn’t believe in them.  Wash the potatoes, scrub them if need be, then cook.  He believed a lot of the goodness was in the skins.  For any other vegetables that did need peeling he had his trusty knife.  It wasn’t anything special, just an old kitchen knife he regularly sharpened on a concrete step.  Very sharp – mum wouldn’t go near it – even as adults we weren’t allowed to touch it!

It’s funny to think of it now but there were ‘words’ in the house on the subject of peeling potatoes resulting in Mum buying one of these.  Hook it up to the cold tap and away you go. Mum loved it!

Each time I saw it in action it made enough noise to wake the dead so as I’d married an Englishman (one who had always been used to peeled potatoes) not an Irishman like dad 😊 I used a knife and have memories of various thicknesses of peelings and from what I remember Lumpy Potatoes.   No way could I master the art of thin peelings and smooth potatoes with rounded edges lol.

Fast forward to arriving in Australia, children now old enough for real kitchen duties so after a few nicks in fingers and ‘losing’ several knives in the peelings (courtesy of children learning to peel spuds) I decided we needed to try a peeler.  Posh ones aren’t cheap are they!  After a couple went walkabout we discovered these.

Nothing special about them.  Some friends call it cheap and nasty.  Cheap maybe – nasty never.  It’s simple design is perfect.  Available in those $2 shops, in supermarkets, even on the web.  They do the job – peel like a dream – for more years than I can remember now I have had smooth round potatoes 😊

Mind you they ‘have’ been known to hide in peelings so that’s why mine is white.  I can see it at a glance amongst those brown peelings.  ‘White tatties’ from the supermarket are clean washed ones so I don’t need to peel them 😊😊

BTW The Golfer uses a little knife – just like his Mum 😊

Well colour me green….

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Colour me green, she said.  Why did she say that?  It’s a secret she said!

Mind you these two below were really green when this B/W was taken in July 1960.  I had just met The Golfer – he was 21 and I was 17

We were young, naive and very innocent.

He must have made a good impression because Dad said ok to his request and we’re still going out on dates years later. 😊

The one below was when we went to a Neil Diamond concert at the Rod Laver arena in 2015.

Don’t think I’ll trade him in now – he brings me a cuppa in bed most mornings and I don’t think I could get the gold ring off my finger – it’s been there for 56 years now and feels very very comfortable  ❤️ ❤️

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Some of my lady friends were talking about us ‘love birds’ the other day and I said it hadn’t been all ‘love and kisses’, we’d had our differences over the years.  All that feisty Irish blood in my veins made me hard to live with at times but we’d worked out our differences – well it was more like me realising neither of us was perfect and I wasn’t right all the time 😊

This little group is made up of ladies of various ages and one of the older ones says  the funniest things at times; things she’s seen or heard on the tv, her computer or heard grandchildren say.  There was a lull in the conversation and she suddenly said – ‘Well you could colour me green, green with envy’

Asked what that was about she just laughed and said ‘it’s a secret’.

Then she (a widow of many years) let slip – ‘you’ve got someone to cuddle and I don’t’.  It seems that out of the 365 days of the year, the day we’d chosen to get together had been her wedding anniversary and she suddenly felt lonely!

(She did assure me The Golfer is safe – not sure what she meant by that 😊😊)

Linking to Mel’s MicroBlog Monday

http://www.stirrup-queens.com/2017/07/microblogmondays-152-you-have-what-it-takes/

Winter days in Melbourne….

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Frost on the ground and the cars some mornings

Tingling fingers, toes and noses some mornings

Dry sunny bright afternoons – but where’s the rain

Oh yes,  it poured during the week

Heavy wet skies, strong winds, freezing cold rain

 Gosh I’m glad I’m retired and don’t have to go to work

That would mean having to go out in it 😒😒

 

Doug Number 2…..

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Regular readers will remember when we first met Doug #2 he was all in pieces.  His new life had been laid out on the table and he just sitting there waiting for the right time for it to begin!

He sat there sulking for so long I had to take him in hand one afternoon and start looking at those lovely pins – his lovely legs that is 😊

Now, he was forever complaining about his thoughts not being recognised.  He had wanted me to begin at the top – with his head.  It’s a bit big and a little complicated I said, so for me the legs were the way to go.  That all very well,  he said, I really don’t have a leg to stand on as far as you’re concerned.

 

Of course you do – it is really lovely and soft and furry and look it has such a great colour coordinated foot pad that took quite a bit of fiddling to get right.

But that’s the problem, he retorted, I’ve no idea if it’s my left or my right one – AND – it’s so big.

That’s because one day soon (well sometime in the future) you are going to be a big boy – If you stand still you won’t keep falling over!

It’s over two weeks since I last saw Doug – he was so pleased when I told him he could now stand on his own two feet.

Oh they are lovely and soft and fluffy and – BIG.

Oops there he goes again.  Maybe I did make him two left feet after all 🙂 🙂

 

 

 

Made me feel like their number 1 customer…..

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How do you feel about shopping?  Not the everyday type like grocery which is bad enough but clothes shopping and the dreaded gift shopping.  It’s funny but at one time I could spend all day in the big shopping centres browsing, popping in and out of different places, trying on, coffee drinking or just walking the different levels window shopping.  That’s a thing of the past – these days if I don’t have something in mind I have to psych myself up just to walk out to the car.

As a bye the bye I use all sorts of things as bookmarks and on finding a little envelope stuck in the pages of an old book the other day was instantly reminded of a very different shopping experience I had a couple a couple of years ago.

Doing the usual wandering past some of the more upmarket shops in a nearby centre that had almost tripled in size I stopped and looked in the window of this one wondering if they had anything I could get for the birthday gift I was looking for.  Wondering but thinking – no, it would be well out of my price range.  Anyway in I go, just for a look I tell myself.

A very young looking (almost child like) well dressed assistant approached asking if I was looking for anything special or would I just like to browse.  I pottered about looking at handbags and wallets and scarves and all sorts of things when she asked in a roundabout way who I was shopping for. I said a 21yr old granddaughter to which she replied, ‘Oh I might have just the thing’. Oops thinks I, after having seen the prices on other goods, how am I going to get out of this.

The assistant returned with a box which did contain ‘just the right thing’  A very modern looking circular pendant and chain that could be worn in a couple of ways.  As I waited for it to be ‘wrapped’ another assistant asked if I’d like to sit down and maybe have a glass of water.  Well, this is a first I think and make myself comfortable on the small couch.   There was no need for me to get up to go to the register because a mobile register came to me – Yes a hand held eftpos machine took care of my credit card right there on the couch 🙂

The girls left for a while and then presented me with a very posh looking ‘shop’ bag containing the very smartly gift wrapped package and this glossy little envelope like packet.

I walked out of the shop feeling quite refreshed, pleased I had actually secured the gift that had stressed me out so much.  Driving home I mentally asked myself why I’d bought it there.  Was it the ‘special treatment’ I’d received, or was it the fact I’d allowed a certain figure for my gift and with the sale on that day it came to less than $5 more than that figure??   Oh that every shop/store had such good personal service and treated their customers that way – the way they used to do many years ago.

I’d been assured the receipt was in the bag, yet when I was looking for the till roll all I could find was that little envelope (which I had thought was just for advertising puposes, a bit like a business card). Guess what was tucked inside – a very neatly folded till roll receipt.

How good was that – how discreet was that 😊

Age is but a number….

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I’m not sure where I’m going with this post so it might come out a bit higgledy piggledy with confused thoughts going this way and that.

In one of the books I started to read last week (Missing Presumed, Susie Steiner, published in 2016) the main character aged 39 is described as ‘on the cusp of her forties’

When you first meet her this is how she’s thinking about herself

“She can feel herself gliding into that invisible phase of womanhood, alongside those pushing prams or pulling shopping wheelies.  She is drawn to the wider fittings in Clarks, has begun to have knee trouble and is disturbed to find that clipping her toenails leaves her vaguely out of breath.  She wonders what other indignities ageing will throw at her.”

I got a bit riled up when I read that (and I was only on page 6!)  She’s supposed to be a well educated woman holding down a good job in the police force yet the author is painting a picture of a – well I don’t know what. A self doubting troubled person afraid of what she thinks are signs of ageing.  I mean to say – wide feet, wonky knees and big bellies are not signs of growing older – they are found in a great number of the population. Young and Old!

Why does anyone do this – make assumptions that growing older will make us invisible to the rest of the population as well as bring with it a whole lot of troubles and woes or as in this particular author’s words ‘indignities’ ,

I’m just wondering how other readers feel – am I the only one bothered by this negative attitude to the changes that may happen, is it only older generations who object to this way of thinking, do others object to being portrayed in this way, do younger ones actually think that growing old/er will be a terrible thing to do?

I’d be interested to hear your thoughts on this issue.

Linking to Mel’s weekly MicroBlog Monday

First pick of the season…..

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When I went to see B the other week I took along a few (very few) flowers from the garden.  B had ‘donated’ some tiny narcissi bulbs to my garden last year before she moved (her house was going to be razed and the block cleared by the new owner and he had given her carte blanche to take what she wanted) so I had been waiting to see if they’d take after being transplanted.

They were showing buds – but it was too early to pick them at that time – so imagine the surprise I had the other day when I noticed the little yellow blooms just ‘popping out’ of their paper like cases.

Another look yesterday had that first ‘spray’ in flower and in another bed the first of the little ‘paper white’ jonquils were out.  Even though it’s fun at the time of the year to wander the garden and see if anything new is showing up I like my creature comforts (warmth being one of them) so often bring these early blooms into the house to be appreciated inside.  That’s where my kitchen window sill comes in handy –  most of the time it’s usually fairly cool there so the blooms will last longer than if they were in the heated living room. There was just one flower in the clump of winter Iris (Iris unguicularis – The Algerian Iris) also donated by B from her enormous garden.  So that came in to join the others on the window sill 🙂  

It’s been a while since I’ve done a Window Dressing post –  These are my first picks of the season – some winter wonders to brighten up the house.  Hopefully as the season progresses there be more lovely flowers to pick and bring indoors. Enjoy 🙂

    https://cranethie.wordpress.com/2012/10/05/window-dressing-6/

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Pick a day, any day….

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Years ago there was a little game played in business circles called Telephone YoYo.  I’d call another practice and ask to speak to someone- not available ‘I’ll ask them to call you’ – they’d call back – ‘sorry Cathy’s not available to take your call.  And so it would go.  The yoyo string would roll up to them and down to me …..backwards and forwards and so on 🙂

I had a strong sense of going back in time the other day – I met a very old acquaintance from those days walking down Main Street in Croydon (a near by suburb) and she suggested catching up over coffee ‘one day soon’.   Mobile phones to the ready – no one in the street – we decided to check our calendars to tee up a day

I mentioned in another post about retirement being a busy time – what about this day – sorry not free, what about this one – no can’t do that one – backwards and forwards it went –  we couldn’t find a mutually free day for about 3 weeks

Determined not to let it get the better of us I asked what are you doing now?  Going home she said.  I’ve got time to spare, I said and look where we are standing.  Right outside one of the many coffee shops that line this little suburban shopping strip 🙂

The yoyo string was slack, it had stopped moving.

The coffee was great, there was lots of laughing and catching up.

And we have picked a day

one available to both of us – for our next coffee catchup 🙂

 

Pick me, pick me first ……

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 It’s Monday morning, there’s another pile of books on a table and you’d think I had nothing of importance to do because I’m sitting here, cup of coffee in hand, deep in thought, musing over which I should begin to read first 🙂

I’ve mentioned a couple of times how I’m trying to work my way alphabetically through titles and authors.  So far so good – after a look around for suggestions I drafted a couple of lists of sorts on Goodreads which worked well for a while until I got sidetracked by thinking about state based books.  You know, read a couple from each Australian state and territory over the 12 months and how about have them written by Australian authors.  So another look around the net for inspiration and another list was born. 🙂 🙂

Of course there is a catch to all this – I don’t buy books these days so they have to be available at the library or happen to come into my hands some other way for Free!

Even with all that I’d probably have been finished if we hadn’t been away all of April – on a cruise ship.  I had lots on my iPad- none of which were on my lists :(. There was also what the cruise line calls a paperback exchange but which I call a drop and swap cupboard, You read the book/s you brought along but don’t want to take home with you, You drop it off for someone else to read, You swap it for another book in the cupboard. And you leave that behind as well.  I’ll admit to making some adjustments to my lists when I got home- swapped some authors names and titles to fit.  Not cheating – i did actually read the books, just not the ones I’d had in mind at the beginning of the year 🙂

So how am I doing with this little challenge I’ve set myself?

Well, if I stick to my lists I have 4 titles and 9 authors whose books I have planned to read – oh and 6 state based ones as well. Of those 19 left to read 4 are on the table in front of me and my big decision of the day is :-

Which one do I pick first?

 

Looks familiar…

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It’s a Saturday afternoon in July, grey skies and too cool temps to sit outside so I’m wasting time flitting round the net from one place to another and this little scene catches my eye.

Gosh that looks familiar, I say to myself.  Doesn’t that look good.

Sun Sand Surf and a Book.

Where oh where have I seen something like it before?

Oh yes, I know.

Think back 12 months, to mornings spent at Rose Bay in Bowen.

Our annual 6 weeks of Winter away from home 🙂

And why aren’t we up there in Far North Queensland  again this year?

‘Cose we were away in April and there’s another trip coming up in November and I can’t have everything!

Dare I say it – Roll on next Winter lol

Close the door……Fun Friday

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I thought I’d have a bit of fun with my reading this year and ‘sort of’ set myself some little challenges.  A-Z authors and titles – different genres – that sort of thing.  Now there are some letters of the alphabet that have you wondering why on earth they are there -U, X & Z springs to mind lol  Planned lists are all well and good but it’s got to the stage now where I’m going along the library shelves just looking and that’s how I came across my letter U book.  Sounds interesting says I and popped it in the pile.  Wasn’t until I got home I realised it was a YA (young adult) on the main shelf – all part of my plan (different genre) without having to think about it 🙂

This is the book blurb:

When their ski coach pulls up at a cafe, new girl Bobby and rebel Smitty stay behind.  They hardly know each other, but that changes when they see the others coming back.  Something has happened to them- something bad.  Soon only a pair of double doors stands between those on the bus and their ex- friends outside!

When I read that this is what popped into my mind

A couple of chapters in and I’m in fits of laughter- not sure if what I think is funny is meant to be – BUT – I couldn’t have picked a better song to go with it if I tried 🙂

Friday is the day for fun – right?  – this week this was a must 🙂