Just not up to it…..


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There was a time when I could have done it

in fact I’ve done it several times before in various forms

however this time I just wasn’t up to it :(

Mage has been blogging every day this month and I was going to do the same but it all came to a crashing halt towards the end of last week.  First there was the headaches and the sore itchy eyes, I began to think I had a case of this



 But then the  fatigue set in as well as – well you name it I felt it lol.

Feeling really out of sorts all I craved were quiet days minus anything remotely like thinking of subjects to blog about so I went into hibernation.  Minimal screen time!  And even though (just now and again) I did take very quick sneak peaks at various places  I didn’t think about Still Waters once over that time.  That certainly doesn’t sound like a dedicated blogger does it lol

My GP is of the old fashioned sort – he sent a swab from my eye to the lab.  Nothing unusual so suggested rinsing in warm salt water which does seem to be helping.  I’ll stay away from here for the rest of the week and come back with an every other day routine unless there’s something I ‘just have to’ show or talk about :)

As for today – feeling lots better


 Bye for now

Local knowledge……




It certainly took a bit of local knowledge to get me to a Probus event yesterday morning.  A small snippet about a motor accident heard on the radio at 6.30am had me trying to visualise which route to take because the traffic management place only gave the names of two streets but no details about how far down those roads the road block had been put in place.

‘Should I go the back way and hope I can get across the main road and then take a shortcut through a side street half way up the hill because the main road will be blocked at the roundabout’ or ‘Should I go straight down the other main road and hope I can get round the roundabout’ or ‘Should I go straight ahead at the traffic lights then weave my way through local streets and then cut back to arrive at where I want to be?’ Decisions Decisions.  All the time thinking of those involved in what by 7.30am was actually being called ‘a serious collision’

Good job I went directly to the roundabout because The Golfer went the back way and discovered the traffic was being diverted further down the hill than I anticipated and would have had to have done a Uturn to find another way LOL

Waiting in line for a cuppa at the morning tea break when someone asked me if I had daughters who played netball when they were much younger.  Oh my, it’s got to have been 25 years at least since I’d seen this lady (she along with her husband used to run the local newsagency) and yes, one of my girls played sport with one of hers.  With there being more than 70 members I don’t always notice faces and I certainly hadn’t seen hers before so it was a lovely surprise when she recognised me (but then she could have just seen my name badge lol)

Now each month I usually sit with a person who has only been living in the area for a short time so she was full of questions about what changes had taken place over the years, we talked and reminisced for a while and you should have seen my companions face when we got to the time of the protest meeting.  After a noisy protest meeting the council turned up at 6am the next day to cut down a beautiful Moreton Bay Fig – well before anyone realised what was going on – which they had said was in the line of a road widening scheme and down it must come.  Residents protested but down it came :(

I smiled when my friend said ‘how lovely it was to hear all this from locals, they have so much knowledge tucked away’ I smiled because even tho’ I’ve lived here for over 40 years it was the first time anyone had referred to me as ‘a local’ :)



Sunday Selections – take two!


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(A little late in the day – this is take two.  I’ve had to work on my iPad today and when I hit publish nothing was the way it was supposed to be.)

Here is Big and Wide along with High and Mighty :)

3 yrs ago (back in 2012) during our winter trip ‘up north’ we visited a spot not far (150kms) from Cairns, Far North Queensland.  Close to Ravenshoe we found Millstream Falls.  These are some photos I never got round to showing on the blog.


Plunging over the edge of a columnar basalt lava flow ‘Big Millstream Falls’ is reputedly the widest single drop waterfall in Australia.  A walking track leads to a viewing area over the falls.  Here in the rain shadow of the Great Dividing Range, the dry open woodland vegetation is predominately Eucalyptus.



Yes it was a bit of a walk from the car park – every now and again you’d see and hear the  falls in the distance.  Definitely worth it in the end :)







Standing there looking at all that water tumbling over the edge reminded me of another set of falls we have visited several Times before. I haven’t shown these photos either lol



Sunday Selections is a weekly meme hosted by River at Drifting through Life as a means of showing photos that have not already featured on the blog.

Here are some contributors to Sunday Selections





Elephants Child




Not a good day…..

Published 2pm Melbourne – 4am Paris

No post today

Nothing going on in my life could be anything like life in Paris today

Nothing could match the horror of the past few hours in Paris

For good reasons and for bad

this will be the number one news item on every media platform



Feline Fun on a Friday


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Friday is here again – time for some Fun
Gosh I seem to say that every week :)

Kiera snuck her way into a couple of posts earlier this week so I thought you’d like a bit more Feline Fun just for this Friday

Groaning is allowed lol

Cat Joke 1Q: How is cat food sold?
A: So much purr can.

Q: What is a cat’s favourite dessert?
A: Mice pudding.

Q: Why did the Mama cat put stamps on her kittens?
A: She wanted to mail a litter.

Q: How do you mail a cat?
A: Use fur-class mail

Cats at Work

Q: Why did the silly boy try to feed pennies to the cat?
A: Because his mother told him to put money in the kitty.

Q: What kind of work does a weak cat do?
A: Light mouse work.

Q: How do you call a barber cat?
A: Yell…”Hair Kitty”

Q: Why did everyone like Tom Cat?
A: He was very purrsonable.

Q: When does the weather go splash! splash! meow! woof?
A: When it’s raining cats and dogs.

Q: Why did the cat like to go bowling?
A: He was an alley cat.

And to finish

Cat Joke 2

I do hope your Friday is full of Fun

A Day to Remember…..


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Yesterday was Remembrance Day once called Armistice Day – known by various names in other countries – a day for paying respect, always held on November 11th no matter what day of the week that falls on.  It is a day to ponder about and acknowledge times gone by – a day to remember past wars and conflict – a day to remember lives lost –  – a day to recognise and honour those who served as well as those who died.  A day symbolised by the wearing of a red poppy.

Yesterday (Wednesday) was my day in the op shop and when we heard the sound of  the pips for the hour (11am) along with the bugle playing The Last Post on the radio people in the shop (both staff and customers) stopped what they were doing and observed the minutes silence.  It was such an eerie feeling being there with some who were strangers all thinking about the same thing.  Does anyone remember like I do that many years ago (when I was little) even the traffic stopped?

As we began to go about our business again there was one older lady who seemed quite agititated and when approached became visibly upset.  There was lots of muttering about ‘her Bert and coming home’ so it took a bit of TLC from one of the other girls to calm her down and reassure her all was well now.

This older lady then became upset again, raising her voice saying ‘They tell you these days to forget and to forgive’  well no it won’t happen where I’m concerned.  No-one knows how my Bert was when he came home after all those years away.  I will never forgive them for what they did to him in those camps.  I’ll never Forget  – and I’ll never Forgive!’.

She was known to one of the volunteers who rang her daughter – who was unaware ‘Mum was out shopping’ because she has become more and more agitated each year when she realises what the date is. Their Dad was captured/ taken prisoner in the Pacific and was away from home for a lot longer than many other Australian soldiers so they try to ‘keep her busy’ both on Anzac Day and Rememberance Day.

It is very hard for those who remember all that their loved ones did for the safety of the world – they suffer in a different way


Lest we forget

Untangling things………..

Even though this looks very much like her, this is not our Kiera.   It’s not the sort of activities our very mature 15yr Brown Burmese gets up to nowadays however a much younger Kiera was known for performing tricks just like this :)

imageNo tangled knitting wool here at the moment but I do seem to have spent the past few days untangling lots of other little niggly things that have been going on around here.
Such as:-

I’m still having problems commenting on blogger blogs.  some of the WVerification seems to hate me – I write a comment, go through the WV hoop, press publish and my words disappear.  So if anyone wonders why they don’t hear from me – thats most likely the reason why.

Our internet seems to have been ‘fixed’ – more peak and off peak for less cash, not sure how that happens but The Golfer assures me it will.  Hopefully I will be able to visit others more often and also publish more ‘photo’ posts.

Monday I ‘updated’ my mobile phone handset from a little Samsung flip type to one of those new fangled Android type thingys.  It is great for texting because it has a ‘proper’ keyboard and I’m not spending time picking out the letters on a tiny key pad (that has letters and numbers combined) one at a time and then getting the numbers mixed up with the letters and having trouble with capitals even tho’ I know no-one uses capitals in texts lol

The Golfer had a ‘little play’ with it last night – seeing if it would connect to our home wifi.  Bad move because even tho’ he turned things off when he finished, from then on I kept losing money from my balance.  Still happened even when turned off overnight so off to the Telstra shop I go today.  Seems there was one more setting that should have been turned to off.  Hopefully all is untangled now.

There is no oomph in this post is there – lets hope things are more satisfying from now on – and I don’t have anything to grizzle about

What troubles you?



Are you feeling a bit down?

Needing a bit of a facelift?

Do you feel things are sagging?

Have you become a bit droopy?

Do you get a sinking feeling when things are a bit heavy?

You keep going for so long and then things snap?

Don’t worry it’s going on all around us

Even the best suburban gardens have their fair share of age related incidents

And I’m happy to say there is an easy cure for all this

I’ve heard it’s readily available at the Big Green Barn


The Hills Hoist in my back garden is showing signs of all these symptoms and can’t wait for the cure to come to our house.

Restringing along with a scrub down will commence maybe as soon as Thursday





Not as far fetched as you think……….




Many years ago after a very ‘nasty’ breakup and subsequent divorce (and with no children to complicate things) a good friend of mine moved far away from Victoria to ‘recover her sanity’ as she put it.

The minute I saw this ‘photo’ online last week I thought of her.

We lost touch with each other and by chance I met up with her a couple of years ago and couldn’t believe it was the same person.  Seems that after leaving Victoria and doing a bit of travelling round NSW she found herself living in Queensland.  She settled down, found a job and returned to (as she put it) a normal lifestyle – 30 years ago when she moved away all she wanted at that time was just peace and quiet, so having found employment and eventually buying another property her life was great except after a while (as she put it) she missed male company.  Not for ‘you know what’ (her words) but just for being round a man??  By that time she was a youngish 45yr old.

For a long time friends kept trying the match maker game with her but she resisted all their efforts.  Then she met someone (bowled me over, she said, literally in the street lol) He wined her and dined her, took her out and about and it would appear she really was smitten.

Gated communities were coming into their own up there and seemingly he lived in one – even though according to her, she never did go to his home.  Seems he had a small very spartan unit in town that he kept for when he was working local which they would use now and again but more often than not he would come and spend the night at her house.

So this ‘casual’ affair went on for about 10 years, the hard luck stories had begun, starting with ‘left my wallet at home, could you pay for dinner tonight’ until it was her paying for them to go on trips together because all his cash was tied up in various ventures he had going at the time.

Oh yes you are on the right track if you are raising your eyebrows – he made suggestions about selling her place and moving in together somewhere else (but would still need to keep his little unit for times when he worked late)  She finally vetoed the house sale idea but lost just about everything else by financing his ‘schemes’.  She had no idea what they were because the smooth talker he was never really explained – just sign this my darling, it will be ok, we are going to reap the rewards in a couple of years.  Then the investment money was handed over to him in cash.

One day he ‘disappeared’, the phone number she used to contact him had been disconnected and the unit was empty. With no idea who the landlord was she couldn’t persue him that way either.  I felt such a fool, she said and there was no way I was going to the police because I thought he was doing the right thing for me by investing my money.  Shame she didn’t have any of the paper work that went along with his fancy words – although by then she had her doubts about whether it was even legitimate paperwork.

Of all the people I have know over the years she (a very intelligent person) would have been one I just couldn’t have imagined being conned like that.  Such a shame, she will be in her seventies now, I haven’t seen her since then and none of her other friends have either.

Sometimes we snigger when we see these seeming humourus little bits and pieces that pop up online but sadly for some there is often a smidgeon in truth to them.

Sunday Selections – Feeding time at the……



It appeared to be feeding time at the pond when I was there last time.  Oh she’s not going there again I hear you say, but you’ll just have to humour me and try to answer the question I’m going to ask in a minute.  Now from what I read these Black Pacific ducks I introduced you to a couple of weeks ago are ‘dabblers’ they feed close to the surface of the water and they do that by tipping over so their head is in the water.

The two adults below were swimming around close to a reedy area off to one side when they started nosing about just under the surface.  And then hey presto in one swift movement it was up and over or should I say head down bum up Lol  I stood watching him paddling his? little feet in the water then drop down to nose about in the stirred up murky stuff.  You can just make out the muddy coloured stirred up water in photos

Photos enlarge with a click




And what about the little Pacific Black ducklings swimmimg about there with Mumma Duck?  Do they still feed on land or do they dabble?


For a little while some of them were on the shore line, (love the big Purple Swamphen swimming nearby).  I’m not sure how old they were but their feathers still seemed to have a fluffy look to them.



Then Mumma appeared with more of the group (along with another adult) and tipped over/dabbled close to them. And then to my surprise look what those on the shoreline did! Can you see some little heads in the water and some little bums in the air?


imageNow my question is (for any duck owners out there) is dabbling done by instinct or is it learned behaviour?



Sunday Selections is a weekly meme hosted by River at Drifting through Life as a means of showing photos that have not already been featured on the blog.

Edited to add:
Andrew’s selection
Snoskred’s selection
Elephant Child’s selection

Why don’t you join in as well?

Linking to Michelle’s blog – Nature Notes meme


The day that the rain came down….


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On a cool wet Friday (that would have been yesterday lol) here in the eastern suburbs the hairdresser rang  just before lunchtime to say ‘ they have no power and could you please come another day’; so what do you do to cheer yourself up.  Eat of course :). Check the fridge for something, no, better still check the freezer because there is something very comforting lurking within.

The Golfer was out enjoying the delights of walking in the rain while chasing a little white ball so it  was lunch for one – well in my mind that’s what it was to be but Kiera (my shadow) had other ideas lol  Table is set, just a little waiting and watching to do.


Waiting for the kettle to boil and watching my Pumpkin Soup doesn’t burn :)


All set now to sit, sip, savour a serving of a very easy recipe from one of my old Annette Sym’s cook books

‘Symply too good to be true 1’




Fun on a Friday with the Blondes……


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Fun Friday is here again and as I’m off to the hairdressers (thnking about maybe have a few highlights put in) I found some ‘little snippets’ for you about Blondes and their sometimes funny way of thinking about things.

Two blondes were filling up at a gas station.
The first blonde says to the second, “I bet these awful gas prices are going to go even higher.”
The second blonde replies, “Won’t affect me, I always put in just $10 worth.”

Two blondes were walking down the road and the first blonde said, “Look at that dog with one eye!”
The other blonde covers one of her eyes and says, “Where?”

The executive was interviewing a young blonde for a position in his company
He wanted to find out something about her personality so he asked
“If you could have a conversation with any person, living or dead, who would that be?”
The blonde quickly responded
“The living one.”

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The Blonde and the wallpaper

A blonde decided to redecorate her bedroom.

She wasn’t sure how many rolls of wallpaper she would need, but she knew that her blonde friend from next door had recently done the same job and the two rooms were identical in size.

“Buffy,” she said, “How many rolls of wallpaper did you buy for your bedroom?”

“Ten,” said Buffy.

So the blonde bought the ten rolls of paper and did the job, but she had 2 rolls leftover.

“Buffy,” she said. “I bought ten rolls of wallpaper for the bedroom, but I’ve got 2 leftover!”

“Yes,” said Buffy. “So did I.”

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The Blonde and her horses

A blonde bought two horses and could never remember which was which.

A neighbor suggested that she cut off the tail of one horse, which worked great until the other horse got his tail caught in a bush.

The second horse’s tail tore in the same place and looked exactly like the other horse’s tail.

Our blonde friend was stuck again.

The neighbour then suggested that she notch the ear of one horse, which worked fine until the other horse caught his ear on a barbed wire fence.

Once again, our blonde friend couldn’t tell the two horses apart.

The neighbour then suggested that she measure the horses for height.

When she did that, the blonde was very pleased to find that the white horse was 2 inches taller than the black one

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Making fun of blondes and their sometimes funny ways doesn’t bother me because for quite a while in a previous life I definitely was BLONDE

Hey Blondie

Ladies who like to….


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This is about ladies who like to lunch and who also like to read :)

For years when I was working I often thought about joining a book club – being able to meet others and chat about what you were reading appealed to me. Then as I grew older and actually had the time to spare I had reservations about getting together with others I may not know, having to source particular books (some of which I may not like the sound of) and then be expected to read a certain amount in a month and give an opinion that amounted to more than ‘I liked/didn’t like it’.

A bit like an older friend who was envious of her friends who could lunch together, because through circumstances she had to work till retirement and couldn’t go with them.  Come the big day for her and she realised that moment had passed because due to ‘health issues’ there were restrictions on what they could eat. ‘ Fat Sugar Salt Carbohydrates ‘ – the menu had to be ok’d so they could all find a dish that worked for them.

What I really wanted was a casual group who met socially in the day time and talked about what they (each individual) had read, could be by putting forward just be a basic comment or going into more detail, it didn’t matter as long as it wasn’t too highbrow.  That way I could read my own choice during the month (knowing I would need some pointers to talk about) rather than be stuck with a book I  did not like yet ‘had to read ‘.

They say all things come to those who wait and out of the blue my idea of what I wanted in my book club actually materialised :)

 I know a  group of ladies who like to lunch – and who also like to read – and months ago at our monthly gathering someone (not me) made the ‘casual morning tea book club, reading your own book’ suggestion.  Oh Joy I thought –  Then of course we went away for the winter!

They went ahead and met each month while I was away so my first time was this morning.  Talk about being a bit apprehensive about discussing my book.  Maestro by Peter Golding – about a boy (growing up in Darwin during the 1960’s) and his piano teacher.  No one had heard of it let alone read it lol. The other lovely ladies told us how they felt about their book/s and it was how I imagined it would be.  Coffee Cakes Books Fun Friendship Laughter :)


Can’t wait for next month – just have to find something good to read :)

Being cut back…..


Whe you look at the enormity of life it may seem like a small thing

but to me it is ginormouse


I don’t like being throttled by our ISP


So after being on a very generous plan for the last few years – The Golfer did a bit of reasearch and changes Will be happening SOON.  Seems weekends and Public Holidays don’t count as working days tho’!

Cup Day


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First Tuesday in November – Melbourne Cup Day!


A public holiday for most Victorians

The day of a race that supposedly stops the nation :)


Yes, a day off work to go to Flemington and watch or to sit at home (or elsewhere) and watch on a screen big or small the highlight of the Spring Racing Carnival.  Usually accompanied by a drink or two and lots of goodies to eat.

It was cool overnight then dry and sunny which was good because there aren’t that many horses that like running two miles on a wet track.  Final result was Prince of Penzance won, and get this, had a female jockey.  Yes, for the first time the Cup (first run in 1861) was won by a horse ridden by a woman.  There were some lucky punters as well, odds were 100/1 so if you handed over $5 you’d come away with $500.  No such profit for me though, my days of looking at the odds and placing a bet have long gone now.

Not a lot of movement in our house today apart from a quick half hour walk for me early on then a wander round the garden picking up, pulling out and binning followed by lots of sitting and reading.  I picked up an old copy of The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe that has had me fascinated for part of the afternoon. The writing is so very 1950’s even old fashioned in places with lots of words and phrases I remember from my growing up post war.  Make a pax (call a truce) – bag something (I bags that,) – calling someone batty.  The old fashioned By jove, you’re right, I say old man, sharps the word, weren’t really used by my Irish parents, more upper class lol

Watched the race at 3pm then picked up ‘me knitting needles’.  I’m only at chapter 13 in the book so looking forward to another few hours to find out how it finishes.  Something that got me thinking about though was the use of the word ‘perfectly’ that cropped up quite a lot in the early chapters – perfectly beastly, perfectly terrible, perfectly dreadful, perfectly all right – I’ve been wondering whether kids use a word in that fashion all the time these days.  Maybe ‘absolutely’ – what do you think?

Sometimes I just wonder….


Most of you know one day a week I give my time volunteering at a local op shop (charity/thrift shop).  And most of you would know goods/things in these shops have been donated to the charities more often than not by people like you and me willing to let others enjoy the pleasure of owning and using the things we don’t need anymore.  What goes on in the shop varies from day to day – it could be as quiet as a morgue or a busy as a day during the Boxing Day sales :)

With Christmas acoming donations relevant to this season are now being put out in the shop and the savvy early shoppers are starting to look in the hope of picking up a bargain.  And that’s when the strange behaviour comes to the fore.

Take the case of the ‘used’ ornaments….

Last week we had a huge bowl of loose, single, run of the mill round ball tree type ornaments on display close to the sales desk – all very similar in design and in what we think of as traditional Christmas colours, red green and gold.  I remember them arriving in a plastic bag just after New Year and the person dropping them off saying she’d just taken them off her tree, was tired of them so would get new ones for this Christmas.

One lady picked through the bowl, remarked how lovely it was that others gave away things they didn’t need any more and took out some of the red ones.  There were more of the same in the bowl and because they were so reasonably priced (10c ea.) as she was paying I asked her if she’d like the rest of them.  ‘No’ she said ‘they’ve been used’

Not being sure what she meant by that I mentioned they’d all been donated and yes, they had all been used.  Her reply was, ‘the ones I left in the bowl still have the little hangers on them which means they have definitely been used.  I don’t want anything that is second hand!’

(obviously one of us hadn’t taken the hooks off before they were put out for sale)

Then there were the 4 sets of some older ornaments packed in their original boxes (similar to the ones below)


which were donated by the family of a recently deceased lady who used to pop in quite frequently. She would come in carrying donations and more often than not leave carrying other things she fancied :)

Anyway I turned up one day to be told that on the previous day one well known (to us) shopper had been very happy with her find, bought two of the boxes, and had left the shop with a smile on her face. Later that day she came back looking for the other two boxes – which of course had been snapped up soon after she walked out the door.

Well, as one of the other vollies said – you should have heard the carry on! ‘Why were there only 4 boxes, you should have known they would sell quickly!’ ‘Why didn’t you keep the other two for me, you knew I was interested in them’. (Previously she has been known to ask for something to be set aside till later in the day but there was certainly no mention of that on this particular day).  Seems she left muttering about all the money she spent there and ‘this is the way I’m treated’

Yes there are times when I scratch my head and wonder…..

Is it just me or would you begin to wonder as well :)

Sunday Selections – Thirst Quencher…




The other week when I was at the park (remember the duck post from last Sunday) I noticed something new set off to one side – thought it was a horse hitching post to begin with lol


Let’s just say I wasn’t far off because the words on the tin dog say ‘Dog Parking’

A dog hitching post along with a doggy drinking fountain :)


It’s in a shady spot (under some trees) near some open ground not far from the duck pond and the children’s playground – so will be a good resting place while the ‘kids’ are having fun.

Looks like the local council are actually putting some of our rates towards decent projects for a change.

Sunday Selections is a meme hosted and o-ordinated by River at Drifting through Life as a means of showing photos thta have not previously been feautured on the blog.

Our ISP has been giving us grief this week so there have been few posts here at Still Waters. Here’s hoping this will actually be published and you’ll forgive me for putting up another ‘picture post’ today


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