He’s a big boy now……

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Or is he ?

My love has a red red nose
A cough and sore throat too
I gave him the chest rub in a container coloured blue
Irish Moss that makes you go ‘yuk’ as it slides down your throat
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As well as honey and lemon along with paracetemol to drink
There are tissues beside the lip cream to use I think

To hear him last night you would think he was at ‘deaths door’
It’s a cold I told him
Rest up – keep warm – read, drink liquids,
You’ve had one before :)

Today is Monday – golf takes place on Wednesday and Friday
My love’s other name is The Golfer.

This is the weather forecast for the week – for the golf course area
A half an hour drive away and slightly cooler than where we live

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Look at Wednesday – it will be 4c/40f overnight with a slight risk of frost!
(Bl** cold as far as I’m concerned)

The course is in the foothills of The Great Dividing Range surrounded by trees, they (him and his other old golfing mates) tee off before 10am.  Even tho’ it says mostly sunny and the high forecast is 13c/55f it certainly wont have warmed up by then especially with a 90% chance of rain.

Oh dear, I certainly didn’t say the right thing when I suggested he ring the others and tell them he ‘might’ not be there on Wednesay.

I thought he was a ‘Big Boy’ ‘
grown up and accepting of all things thrown in his way

From the semi tantrum I witnessed then
Maybe not lol

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Begin at the beginning…..

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During the past couple of years I saw a book mentioned on so many of the ‘Book Blogs’ I occasionally read.  It sounded so bizzare yet so much fun it had me wanting to read it.  It dutifully got listed on my ‘want to read’ list and then promptly forgotten about :)

A few weeks ago I finally got round to ordering it and will sit down over the weekend to start reading a book about an old man about to turn 100 who runs away from the place he is living and the adventures he has along the way.

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 Back of Book Blurb

Escaping (in his slippers) through his bedroom window, into the flower bed, Allan makes his getaway. And so begins his picaresque and unlikely journey involving a suitcase full of cash, a few thugs, a very friendly hot-dog stand operator, a few deaths, an elephant, and incompetent police. As his escapades unfold, Allan’s earlier life is revealed. A life in which – remarkably – he played a key role behind the scenes in some of the momentous events of the twentieth century.

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Chapter 1

You might think he could have made-up his mind earlier and been man enough to inform his surrounding of his decision. But Allan Karlsson had never been given to pondering things too long.

So the idea had barely taken hold in the old man’s head before he opened the window of his room on the ground floor of the Old Folk’s Home in the town of Malmkoping and stepped out – into the flower bed

This manoeuvre required a bit of effort since Allan was 100 years old, on the very day in fact.  There was less than an hour to go before his birthday party would begin in the lounge of the Old Folk’s Home. The mayor would be there.  And the local paper.  And all the other old people.  And the entire staff led by the bad-tempered Director Alice.

It was only the Birthday Boy himself who didn’t intend to turn up….

Here’s hoping the wait has been worth it.

Have any of you read it – was it as funny as advertised?

Big things in disguise…….

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It’s been a very small effort on my part in the knitting department this week – small in size and small in number.  Certainly not small in intention tho’.  These little (minature sized) cardigans and other like sized items are destined for special gift packs given by grief counsellors assisting mothers (and their families) in the aftermath of losing a babe pre-term.  These tiny ones are part of a program designed to help those who have a loss in the first trimester. Knit in baby 3ply on size 14/2.25mm needles they measure approx. 3ins from neck to waist and 3ins across the chest and are small enough to be held in the palm of your hand. A gentle reminder of the life that was lost.

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After finishing Soldier of Fortune I’m thinking about starting another ‘old’ book.  This one is really old, written in 1815 by Sir Walter Scott, the little blue book is an old copy of Guy Mannering (aka The Astrologer) complete with thin tissue like pages covered in tiny print and looking really interesting – but then on the other hand after I took the photo this morning I had a call from the library to say my ordered copied of this little beauty had arrived at the library so it looks like the 100 year old man will be my reading matter for the next week.

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And as there was no way I’d let Kiera (who is still moulting her fine brown fur in preparation for a glossy winter coat) anywhere near my white knitting the little figurene of two Burmese cats got into the in the picture instead.

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Like a teenage girl…..

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Do you ever have them?  Those ‘seek and yee shall find’ weeks.  That’s how last week was for me although I’m more inclined to name it a ‘Hunt and Gather” week.

One morning in the hot pool – hunting down some warmth, no way was I going in the big pool.  Way too cold.  Gathering my thoughts on the week to come as I enjoyed the gentle exercise.

Op shop volunteer morning  – very quiet, spent most of the morning gathering and sorting donations while hunting for bargains in the stock.

Charity Knitting, fireside sitting – gathering finished garments together, then hunting through patterns and looking for suitable wool for next round of knits

View Club lunch on Friday  – hunting for a seat at a table (late getting there), then gathering lots of info on a new (to me) Probus club

Chocolate shopping – one of our girls is associated with a company that manufactures chocolate.  Open day at ‘The Shop’ meant we were hunting for yummy things to buy then gathering them into a big box to take home – after paying that is :)

A little bit of gardening one day – spent time gathering all the rubbish strewn around by the wind and hunting out the small bulbs that are starting to bloom

Then on the news one evening our lovely news reader Ian Henderson or Hendo as he is sometimes called mentioned that Winter had tightened her grip….oh yes was he right.  BTW, isn’t he lovely :) ian-henderson

It certainly was a bit on the chilly side last week and there was one night when the temp went down to freezing I was hunting around and gathering up an extra doona to go on the bed.

So where does the ‘Like a Teenage Girl’ come into all this?  Well, while I was in the hot pool I was chatting to the lady who was walking back and forth beside me and she laughingly said – this winter has been like a teenage girl.  Bright and sunny some days – wet, watery (tearful) miserable – enough to make you feel down in the dumps on others.

Thankfully we shouldn’t have to wait too long for it to change for the better.  We are over the hump in the year now – the winter solstice was yesterday – yes, the days will probably be cold for a while – then they will gradually lengthen, there will be more daylight and I will feel better.   Sounds good doesn’t it :)

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I’m beginning to think I definitely need help…………

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Oh my goodness I’m beginning to wonder if Monday is a guilt trip day.  I’ve spent all weekend wondering about something that happened  last week.

Many of you know I enjoy visiting our local animal feed/fodder store – the family run one with the drive through premises, the one that has a resident rooster along with some roaming chooks who all battle for attention, as well as a lovely shop dog called Zoe who loves to come and say hello and then alerts the ‘boss’ to the fact there’s someone in the shop.  (They do know, it’s just a little game she plays lol).  It is close to home, so easy to get to, all I have to do is drive in, say hello to Zoe, open the boot and the large bags of litter are dropped in for me.  As I said – it’s so easy, so pleasant , so reassuring.

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One of our girls uses the same brand of litter and mentioned a ‘large place’ had started carrying that brand and had a special I might be interested in.  Not right on my doorstep but as I was over that way the other day I had a look.  There was no parking close by, the staff weren’t exactly helpful (it’s down there pointing way down the barn), similar to this.image

 

I had to get a trolley, load it myself – as in heave the big bags (30L) from a pile onto the trolley then wheel it up to the counter to be scanned.  Doesn’t end there!  The place was on a higher level than the car park so I had to manouvre the flat trolley (no sides) down a ramp and then load  into the boot.  I did ask but no-one could leave the shop/barn to help me. :(

NOW:-

Even though I got a very good bargain by buying more than one bag at a far better price than I would have down the road (no discount) I felt really annoyed as I drove home.

Even though I’ve been a loyal customer for quite a few years I know my purchase wouldn’t have been a make or break one for the Fodder Shop.

So why do I have these feelings of guilt?   Help – I’m stuck for an answer.

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Where oh where can it be……………

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I looked for it here and I looked for it there

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But this morning it wasn’t to be found anywhere.

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Then I spied it – a little ray of sunshine on a cold winter’s day!

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Looking fine from the top – and great from the bottom

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Only thing to do now is see what it looked like inside

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 Absolutely perfect :)

Imperial mandarins are my favourite ray of sunshine during winter in Melbourne.

Did you know:-
Mandarins originated from southern China and were named after the Chinese officials of the Imperial court the “Mandarins” who used the fruit for various medicinal purposes.
Imperials are the most popular variety because they are the first to be harvested each season. They are a golden-orange mandarin, and one of a handful of popular citrus varieties that have originated in Australia.
The variety was first recognized in Sydney in 1890. Imperials are easy to peel, have very few seeds, and can be enjoyed as a perfect portable snack.
source – http://www.aussiemandarins.com.au/varieties

Fat free, saturated fat free, cholesterol free, sodium free, they are an excellent source of vitamin C and a good source of vitamin A
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What is cheering you up on this Friday?

A Granny knits a Granny Knit…..

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Granny knits – a disparaging  term I’ve heard some younger modern knitters call the plain and simple garments often fashioned in older styles, knit in plain and simple maybe cheaper acrylic yarns.

This week I’ve been trying to do just that – finish a waistcoat for a friend’s 2 year old grandson.  Not ‘made of money’ she provided me with a couple of balls of Spotlight’s Marvel, yes an acrylic yarn.  Ooh, when I saw the colour, my first thought was, ‘not very boyish’ but then she showed me the clothes she was sending and it seemed the obvious choice.  A cable design made it a little bit more boyish.  Just have to knit the armbands and attach the buttons and it’s ready to go.

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imageSo what’s the little red book on the couch that this little Granny is reading.  An old 1956 copy of Soldier of Fortune by Ernest Gann.  I’m partial to books set in the Far East and this one is a mystery/ thriller that takes place in Hong Kong during the colonial times of the 1950s.  I’ve only managed one chapter so far so am still getting to know the characters.

Soldier of Fortune

Soldier of Fortune by Ernest K Gann

http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/990078.Soldier_of_Fortune

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And yes I’m late for this important date
I should have posted this yesterday on Wednesday
But then it’s still Wednesday at Ginny’s so maybe I’m forgiven :)

Wordless Wednesday – seen on Southbank

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Melbourne Victoria
Southbank Promenade – 11 December 2014

 Baci Red Lips Couch

( 2011 Rob DiVirgilio)

Baci Red Lips‘Guardians’
(play the slide show 1/9 on this link)

painted/ moulded ceramic, carved marble tops, bluestone base
2000 Simon Rigg
Guardians

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Guardians Close up

Recorded as 56 and 57 on the Mural Studio website map of mosaics in the City of Melbourne
(see below)

http://www.muralstudio.com.au/MuralStudio/Contact_files/Melbourne%20Mosaic%20Map%202012.pdf

Wordless Wednesday occurs all over the internet each Wednesday,
when bloggers let photos speak for themselves.

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The grass isn’t always greener…..

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I went back to my hairdresser last week. I’ve been seeing him for quite a while now, I like J and J knows what I like.  However there have been times when I’ve wanted something different. ‘Try mine’, an acquaintance said, ‘she’s really good’.  I loved the coffee I was offered, the chair that massaged your back while you get your hair washed, the head massage, the huge mirrors on the wall and looking at hairstyles on her iPad.  So very up to date.  Trouble was she charged like a wounded bull and didn’t listen to a word I said.  Not the end of the world I told myself, it’ll grow. Weeks later when it was time for a trim (and I was too chicken to go back to my ‘man’) I heard someone at the pool raving on about a girl in another place.  She ‘rents’ a chair in one of those walk in shops, full service but no appointment needed. Well, as I just said, I certainly couldn’t go back to my ‘man’ looking the way I did so I gave her a try. Explained I wanted my fringe trimmed and could she remove some of the straggly layers at the back so I could then start the growing one length process again.  Clip, clip, clip, not a word was spoken until I heard, ‘Oh that’s looking much better’ as the cape was whisked off, the chair was swivelled round and there she was asking how I wanted to pay.   No wonder she was cheap, 10 minutes top, I felt like I’d been on a conveyor belt lol So last week I was driving past a familiar place and took a punt, opened the shop door hoping he had a spare spot without having to wait too long.  Only one client there, ‘Cathy, how are you?  Come on in, you’re lucky I just had a cancellation.  Give me five minutes.’  No questions asked, just accepted me as I was.  J often says there are many ways to cut and style a bob – he just has to find the one to suit you and your hair and stick with it.   Yes, I heard another story about J’s Italian grandfather and the barber’s chairs that line one side of the shop but best of all I look and feel a lot better :) I think the same thing happens with blogging – we know what we like and enjoy, yet often feel there is more out there just waiting to be explored.  Trouble is we take time away from what we enjoy and end up in mess.  Lets just say that some of the blogs I ‘found’ during my recent wanders didn’t really keep me engrossed that much after all.  So I will be visiting many of my previous ‘favourites’ on a much more regular basis, acknowledging my visitors and finding a way to overcome the ‘too hard to comment’ problem on some platforms. green grass

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First Five….

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June has arrived which means Winter has arrived here in Australia.
So what were the first five days like?

Monday June 1 was the first official day of winter and this year it certainly lived up to it’s name. Coldest first day for 38 years – a chilly 4c/39f at my place first thing and even tho the rain filled grey clouds moved away for a very while and the sun shone for about an hour it didn’t get above 10c/50f.   Cold wet days need soup for lunch.

Supposed to be Bacon Thyme and Parsnip soup (recipe here)  I had to take a little bit of culinary licence though, I did have the bacon but as the bag of tiny parsnips I picked up at the greengrocers wasn’t enough I added the turnip and swede that was destined for another meal later in the week.  All out of thyme so I tossed in some dried mixed herbs – well thyme is one of them isn’t it?? I also used the chicken stock made from the carcass of our last rotisserie chook and added some milk rather than cream.  Nothing like the original but very tasty if I do say myself :)image
Tuesday was also cold, maybe a smidgeon warmer than Monday but still C&A weather as my mother would call it (‘coats an ‘ats’ fondly referring to a very old department store we used to shop at years ago.  Sadly now closed in UK).  Too cold and wet (for my liking) to walk outside so to the gym I went.  So did every other senior in the eastern suburbs – it was packed with oldies!  I spent part of the afternoon playing around trying to master the new microwave – who remembers my Thursday post from last week?  Yes, something else happened lol. Not the same brand as the last one, this has different bells and whistles which means I need the manual (going to need it handy for a while I think :)

The Golfer got to wear his new pair of ‘little boy ski pyjamas’ overnight – so called because our boys always wore this style when they were little.  Much more stylish than the grandpa button up flanelette ones lol  He’s beginning to feel the cold – so different to the man who always slept in the nuddy until just a few years ago.

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Little boy pyjamas

The chilly start to Wednesday fizzled out by lunchtime and the afternoon was sunny dry and warm – not summer warm obviously but warm enough for me not to grizzle about finishing the annual rose prune.  This was the last bed – not a perfect cut I know- I lost my patience with some of these ones so will have to get the saw out on another day before we go away.  Look at the early spring bulbs showing their greenery.  Oh, and I picked up two fabulous ‘silk’ scarves from the op shop in the morning.  They are an easy way to dress up a plain windcheater.

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Thursday started off dry and sunny with a distinct ‘nip’ in the air.  Apart from making sure I got to the gym really early (to beat the crowd ) there was just one little job I definitely had to do and that was to spend part of the day finishing off (sewing up and placing the last of the buttons on) these small cardigans.  I managed that and had them packed and handed over to my contact who delivers to the ‘Knit one Give one’ charity. by noon.   Maybe not as many in this half yearly parcel as in previous years – I was aiming at using lots of ‘left overs’ – half or small balls of various colours for the girls cardigans…..I had oodles of 3ply and 4 ply (plain colurs and white) and as that’s not my favourite ply to knit with I combined 3ply + 4ply together or 4ply + 4ply (plain colour plus white) to knit the boys cardigans.  Same size pattern – different designs – different sizes.  I’m sure there are some little 6-12 month old babes in need and KOGO will find them.

That little nip turned into a full blown bite later when the sky clouded over and the rain came down.  It was back indoors for us both – a repeat of Jag and unplanned viewing of the ‘delights of afternoon television’ for The Golfer and the start of an old book Soldier of Fortune (Ernest Gann) for me.  Our protected deck is great in winter when the sun is shining and there is little wind – not so good when it is really cold and miserable.

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It was just getting light when I got up on Friday – there was a hint of sunshine over the houses at the back which had turned into more than a promise when I looked out the front at 8am.  That was all I needed – The Golfer left to meet his ‘mates’ and (what else but) golf – and as soon as the usual ‘chores’ were done, it was on with my walking shoes and I couldn’t get out the door fast enough to…… walk.  There were so many ‘regulars’ in the park taking advantage of this break in the weather that, what with talking to the humans and their dogs as well as taking piccies of anything that looked interesting, I was out of the house for a couple of hours and, guess what, my back and legs didn’t play up once.   After an afternoon pottering around in the garden I declared it to be a glorious day :)

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 This was the forecast on Friday morning for the coming week
we do need the rain – but are really happy when the sun shines
and it’s not freezing cold :)

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Temperatures Celcius Farenheit

What were the first five days of June like where you live?  Sun Snow Rain Hail?

Why so glum chum??

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Well that’s exactly what I asked myself when I found this photo in one of the boxes.  Who remembers the boxes – which aren’t quite as full as they were but certainly nowhere near empty lol  It was a sunny day, we were having fun in a park and then The Golfer mentioned a photo to record the day.  Looks like I certainly didn’t want that to happen.

1972 was a strange year, we had struggled to sell our house, something that needed to be done so we could finalise migration procedures.  There should have been smiles all round in this photo because we had just been to Australia House to advise them we’d jumped that last hurdle and could they set the wheels in motion, give us a ‘date’ and arrange our flights. Looking back now I think it was at that moment when reality set in and there was no going back.

1972 Early Summer Park

1972 Early Summer Park

This next one was there in the box as well.  Yes it’s another one of ‘my favourite five and me’ on another sunny day; this time on a day out with my mother, the children’s grandmother.  I might have mentioned my strained relationship with my mother, and if ever I should have been looking glum this is the photo that should have recorded it.  But no, it was laughs and giggles most of the day – from me. the kids and mum.  If I remember correctly this was the ‘now make funny faces’ for the camera one :)

1972 Late Summer Lincoln

1972 Late Summer Lincoln

The kids and I had spent most of their summer holidays in the town where mum and dad were living – a four hour drive from our place.  Once they were back at school we’d be busy packing up the house and all that went with a move like that knowing there’s be no time for an extended stay.  I think it was then on that day I finally ‘forgave’ mum for the troubled times we’d been through earlier on in my life as well as after I married (so many buttons were pushed by us both) and just went with the flow and accepted the way she was.

Yes I know – this is the sort of thing that happens when you grow older.  Wonder which photographs my children will ponder on?  Is it possible they will have memories of those two days?  Perhaps I should ask them and see what they say – what do you think?

One plus one plus two more……..

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One plus One plus One plus another = contentment

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One plus one could mean a sunny day and the chance to read
Or maybe it could be knitting with company?

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Put all four together and thats what I enjoyed one day last week.

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A beautiful sunny morning with nothing planned meant I was able to sit out on the deck, read, knit and enjoy the sight of Kiera slumbering her day away.

Enjoying some of the late Autumn sunshine made warmer by the outside blinds – definitely welcomed by both myself and Kiera.

Knitting cotton dishcloths – special requests from several poolside acquaintances.  Means I can use up thinner ply by using two strands together and reduce my ‘stash’.   (I found mention of the Waffle pattern on one of Rhonda’s posts way back in 2008 but you can find it here.  I’m making these ones slightly larger)

Rereading ‘Chocolat by Joanne Harris’ – made easy by propping the page open with a coaster. :).  Life in a small French village changed by the arrival of a young mother who opens a chocolat shop right across the road from the local church.  It tells of her relationship with the priest and the villagers as well as their relationships with each other.

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A good day indeed!

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You what??

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Many years ago (1972) not long after we arrived in Australia we were asked to a BBQ.  BYO, the neighbour said, oh and bring a plate.  Now I knew BYO meant bring your own drinks but being a new chum was mystified by ‘bring a plate’.

Some of the groups I belonged to previously (usually young wives/mums groups) had met in members homes and we were often asked to bring cups and plates to help out at morning coffee or supper time because in those days not many young families had oodles of crockery or cutlery,

So you can guess what we did the day of the BBQ – yes, we each turned up holding an empty plate – not a skerrick of food on them.  Now if the neighbour had mentioned ‘shared food or potluck’ I’d have known what to do. Meat and salads or a sweet to share would have come along with us.

Meanings and origins of Australian words and idioms
Bring a Plate
An invitation to bring a plate of food to share at a social gathering or fundraiser. There are many stories of new arrivals in Australia being bamboozled by the instruction to bring a plate. As the locals know, a plate alone will not do. In earlier days the request was often ladies a plate, sometimes followed by gentlemen a donation.source

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Last week at the pool my ‘neighbour’ was telling jokes and I smiled inwardly (remembering that day) when she told this one.
It’s all in the understanding and interpretation of the words :)

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The Young Blonde Cowboy

A Sheriff in a small town in Texas walks out into the street and sees a blonde haired cowboy coming towards him with nothing on but his cowboy hat, his gun and his boots.

He arrests him for indecent exposure.  As he is locking him up he asks, ‘Why in the world are you walking around llike this?  The cowboy says, ‘Well it’s like this Sheriff…

I was in this bar down the road and this pretty little red head asks me to go out to her motor home with her….

So I did.

We go inside and she pulls off her top and asks me to pull off my shirt….

So I did.

Then she pulls off her skirt and asks me to pull off my pants…

So I did.

Then she pulls off her panties and asks me to pull off my shorts….

So I did.

Then she gets on the bed and looks at me kind of sexy and says…

‘Now go to town cowboy’

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‘And here I am’

Bring a plate – Go to town.
Have you ever misunderstood the words??

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The power of the mind…….

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I often wonder about the power of an animal’s mind and whether they have the ability to ‘make you do something’.  Of course the answer is ‘Yes’ – as you will see here.

Early morning, cool and grey outside, no fire turned on.  Someone seems to think otherwise.  I’m sure she was lying there on ‘her’ mat sending out mind messages, visualising me turning the switch.

Do you think they will take the hint?

Do you think they will take the hint?

A little later the room is warmer, everything looks and feels warmer.  Kiera is now turned to the heat ignoring everyone.

It worked !!

It worked !!

See I told you , as far as she’s concerned – Job done!  The power of persuasion lives one – the mind message now is ‘Life is good, when’s dinner?’ :)

And it is only Thursday…………

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It’s been an annoying week if you can describe a week as such.

We’ve been trying to organise flights and hotels for next years trip.  The weekend we cruise (early April) is the weekend after Easter – not the best time to try booking seats on an international flight, particularly when we will be returning to Australia a month later and those flights are not available yet.   Another few days, my little travel man says.  I’ll put you on my list.  Hotels are not co-operating either.  And don’t talk about the US$ – luckily I did purchase some a while ago so all is not lost.

I mentioned a little while ago about my back playing up.  Where, When or How I managed to ‘disturb’ it still remains a mystery.  Using the warm water pool helped for a while but now my lumbar stenosis (narrowing of the spine) has decided to make itself known as well.  Hello again, tingly numb achy painful legs have come back to haunt me, this time with a vengeance.  It is worse first thing in the morning so I sit a while and all is well, start to walk and ‘hello again’.  Bugger!!
I wrote about this describing my aches, pains and feelings in this post three years ago and believe it or not have been symptom free since then.  Now it recurs just when we are about to go off and there will be loads of walking to do.  I have seven weeks to try and calm it – GP says exercise gently as much as I can concentrating on the core, build up leg muscles as well.

Then I saw the podiatrist Tuesday afternoon and he asked what I’d done to one of my toes.  Did it itch? Mystified I looked at it and said I thought I’d grazed it in the pool that morning – no way he says’.  That’s the start of Tinea!  So it’s wash dry and cream twice a day, wear clean cotton socks each night to bed (contagious so no footsy with The Golfer) and stay away from the pool for a couple of weeks.

Bugger! Bugger! Bugger!
Definitely not a bundle of laughs am I lol
I wonder what else can go wrong this week

ps – and I didn’t even mention the current wordpress/blogger commenting fiasco!

Pleasure of walking on air…………

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A dear friend of mine made a comment about feeling old because she had checked her calendar to see when her next visit to the podiatrist was. ‘Only old people do that’ she said.   I laughed because I had the same thing on my mind – not the getting old part – but the visiting the podiatrist bit.

Not long ago I wrote a post about life’s little pleasures https://cranethie.wordpress.com/2013/08/06/one-of-lifes-little-pleasures/ – as well as having a bath I must confess, strange as it may seem, visiting the podiatrist is also one of my favourite pleasures. Oh no, I hear you say – not another post on feet lol

I don’t always wear shoes at home, I go barefoot most of the time (or wear thongs/flip flops) until winter when it’s socks and knitted slippers. Of course this means I do untold damage to the soles of my feet. I’ve never had ‘nice’ feet and a few years ago I began to get corns …. ok, I know, TMI….changing shoes (which I ‘do’ wear outside the house) didn’t seem to help so thats when my visits to the Podiatrist (or Chiropodist as they used to be called) began. Now I have regular appointments and actually look forward to them :)

We begin with a little chat and the initial examination of my feet, then out comes the cleaning swabs as well as all the tools of the trade and we are away and running (obviously not literally – yet).  Toenails are trimmed because like lots of oldies I find it hard to reach down there; little toes don’t bend these days or come apart far enough for me to manouver the clippers and my toe nails are becoming so thick I can’t even clip the ones I can get to!  The corns are ‘out’ and the site is under control now so I don’t have to have endure any ‘poking prodding and trimming’ thank goodness, which means it’s then time to attack the dead skin on the heels and balls of my feet.

That’s when the little electric sanding tool appears – well that’s what it reminds me of – my foot man Bill starts it up after most of that skin has been shredded off with a teeny tiny scalpel and gently smoothes out all the rough edges.  After creaming heels soles and toenails they all feel as smooth as a babies bum.

Then it’s massage time – ooh that feels good – and once he’s finished I leave with a smile on my face because there’s nothing like walking from his rooms with nicely creamed soft feet.  Amost like walking on air.  Gosh, thinking about is putting a smile on my face – wonder when my next visit is??

Come on – confess – tell us what your life’s little pleasures are.
Please :)

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Chippy Chippy Yum Yum …………

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So we had some rain recently – seriously heavy wet rain.
Oh dear, what was I to do?

Restless and with no interest in any current craft, book or TV programme
You’d never believe what I actually ended up doing.

No chocolate in the house meant I just had to
Munch on some chippies :)

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Meat Pie and Sauce flavoured ones !

A snap purchase, certainly one not new on the supermarket shelves
but re released for the winter football season
Yes, sometimes I’m a sucker when i see something different lol

(Verdict -Tasty but a bit greasy)

Well, between the two of us we scoffed the lot – it was an interesting afternoon but not one we’ll be repeating soon with that flavour.

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Do you know where, when and by whom the first chip (crisp) was produced?
I had no idea, so asked ‘Mr G’
Lots of good reading here for those who are curious about this fact.

This site – http://inventors.about.com/od/foodrelatedinventions/a/potato_chips.htm – told me that George Crum invented potato chips in 1853 plus other interesting things.

Native American George Crum was a chef at a Saratoga Springs, New York, resort, when customer Cornelius Vanderbilt complained that his french fries were too thick. George Crum fried up a serving of paper thin potatoes cooked to a crunchy crisp texture – the first potato chips. The dish dubbed “Saratoga Chips” became a favorite.

If you look at Wikipedia – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Potato_chip – it gave me information on chips/crisps and as well as naming Mr Crum also came up with the names of other ‘inventors’

A potato chip (American English) or crisp (British English) is a thin slice of potato that has been deep fried baked until crunchy. Potato chips are commonly served as a snack, side dish, or appetizer. The basic chips are cooked and salted; additional varieties are manufactured using various flavorings and ingredients including herbs, spices, cheeses and artificial additives.

Lots of different information here including the fact there was no patent taken out:- http://www.ideafinder.com/history/inventors/crum.htm

A very recent article here:-
http://www.todayifoundout.com/index.php/2014/09/real-story-potato-chip/

And of course Snopes has a point of view as well:-
http://www.snopes.com/business/origins/chips.asp

Now I got that out of my system it’s back to fresh fruit as a snack :)

Mine and mine alone……

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Thinking about my last post, https://cranethie.wordpress.com/2015/05/14/cant-seem-to-get-it-right/ has me reflecting on the fact that one thing in my life that has always been a constant is that I always seem to have cold feet.  No matter where I am or what I’m doing 90% of the time Catherine’s feet will feel cold.

Why, I used to ask when all my immediate family had ‘warm blooded’ feet were mine cold and what could I do to warm them up? I also used to blame it on my Dad’s side of the family because they all suffered from heart disease and associated circulatory problems but my GP seemed to think my circulation was fine so I then began to wonder what else could I blame.

A few years ago when my thyroid gland packed up I thought great, that can make you feel the cold. It had made me suffer all sorts of other symptoms so as well as the weight gain, the bloating, the grotty hair, the general aches and pains, the memory loss and miserable feelings maybe I could blame that on it as well – only thing is now I’m on medication and the levels are ok the feet are still cold lol

I’ve tried all sorts of things; I can assure you that seriously toasting feet in front of an open fire or a heating duct just results in a red face and scorched soles and those horrors called chilblains. Likewise soaking in a bowl of hot water does warm them but also leaves them wet and soggy and cold again within a short while. :(

I read that there were creams that will make your feet warm, slippers you can put in the microwave, herbs that will assist with circulation but so far from all the suggestions I’ve been given wearing woollen socks seems to be the only one that gives relief – not a good look on a hot 30c/85f summer’s day or night though!

However there is one remedy I had recommended recently that I have yet to try.  It would appear that if you wear a hat your feet stay warm :)

Now wouldn’t that would be a lovely sight
Yes, many years back people did wear a hat to bed
(Wee Willie Winkie comes to mind)

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In wintertime there is always a hot water bottle and extra blanket at the foot of the bed and occasionally bed socks ready to put on but I’m sure if I turned in one evening with a beanie on my head The Golfer would laugh his cotton socks off (that is if he still had them on!)

But there again maybe not ‘cose if it cured the bane of his life – me getting into bed with cold feet – I’m sure he would be pleased. He might even give it go himself ‘cose recently I’ve noticed him sitting with his feet tucked up in a blanket during the evening and then stretching them over to my side of the bed once I’ve got warm and comfortable.  Guess what – they were freezing – yes, looks like he’s starting to suffer from cold feet as well :)

As far as I’m aware cold feet are mine and nobody else’s in the family
How about you – what little thing sets you apart from your family?

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Can’t seem to get it right……

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My poor little Japanese Maple doesn’t seem to be timing things right this year.  Some years it seems to know exactly when to do what – on others it seems to be at a loss over what to do.  This year appears to be one of the latter. Poor little thing ( I call her that because she’s been in the ground for about 10 years now and seems to have stopped growing any taller) well the poor little thing has finally decided it is time for her leaves to turn yet nature has decided it’s time for her to drop them.  And to add insult to injury nature has been sending gale force winds to help them on their way! image Today like yesterday the sun did not come out, the sky wasn’t blue and it rained.  Oh yes, it rained and rained and rained.  It was cold as well – cold enough to turn the heating on.  Single digit celcius overnight meant someones complaints about my cold feet had me rustling around in the sock drawer at 4am this morning. We are up to that time of the year when I’m going to have to remember that if I’m forwarned I have to remember to be forearmed and put them on before I go to sleep :) image Like my poor little Japanese Maple tree some years I just can’t get it right. :)

A little bit of this……

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And a little bit of that :)

That was the answer I gave to one commenter who emailed in relation to my last post.  ‘What else do you do for the community?’ I was asked.
‘A little bit of this and a little bit of that’ I replied
which seems to cover a lot of things doesn’t it lol

Most community minded people are a bit reluctant to talk about their service
Whether they are involved in large projects or small they don’t boast about it – they just do it.  However I’m sure my friend in Rosebud will be pleased to see what else I have been doing recently.

Over the past few weeks I took the last little bits of (well I tried to use up what was left of) various balls of wool and knit squares.  Then, after I deliver them on Friday, someone else doing their little bit will join these along with lots of other people’s little square bits to make a blanket that will hopefully keep someone else warm during the coming winter.

Ever present overseer

And look – there’s a little bit of that left to make a few more to add to the piles!

Enough for 3 more May 2015

Less in my ‘stash’ means more (in a different form) for someone else.
Agreed??

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