Yes I know not great english but my interpretation would be ‘when you’re left with lemons…..make lemonade!’
Although in this case I chose to pick up the ‘lemons’
The little Butternut pumpkin is the one I choose for winter soups. It’s usually nicely sized …..and I can cut (and peel) it easily. I know other pumpkins can be used but half the time I can’t even pick them up let alone cut the skin off (and I don’t like the taste when they’ve been in the oven) so it’s the Butternut for me.
The cost of fruit and vegatables fluctuates greatly with seasons and once again, in what seems to be an annual trend, because of previous weather events we had been warned of price rises. At the moment, Butternuts…in my mind…. have an exhorbitant price attached to them so as I’m going to be peeling and seeding (in other words tossing some of it) I’ve been loathe to buy them.
Carrots on the other hand seem to be really cheap. Carrots are a staple in our house…..no matter what time of the year there’s always some in the fridge. In summer they are grated or thinly sliced julienne style with salads – in winter, well you name it they turn up in just about everything cooked in our kitchen
Oh look at that, said Catherine when she saw an enormous 5kg bag of carrots going for $2.
And how long do you think it’ll take you to use all of them said The Golfer!
These days with there only being the two of us I usually don’t buy fruit and veg in bulk ……..unless I know we use it regularly, it will last or I have something special in mind but also…. because He with the long elephantine memory will always remind me of the times he’s discovered things in the fridge I’ve forgotten I’ve even bought!
So with those words having been spoken (and knowing The Golfer, who doesn’t usually come grocery shopping with me, would object to backtracking through the shop to pick them up later) I had to do a bit of quick thinking. How many casseroles did I have in mind to make during the next week? Soup?? Usually made with other root vegetables. What do I have in the fridge at home? Oh blow it, pick them up. They’ll keep out in the freezing cold garage!
Broccoli or as known to some of our grandchildren in their very young days as green forest… as opposed to white forest…which was the name for cauliflower 😊 is another veg we use a lot of. It’s usually sold by weight and I find it ‘fun’ to watch shoppers choosing their broccoli – some just pick up a piece and carry on while others turn the pieces over and over to find those with the thinnest stems because they will be throwing that part away and don’t want to pay for something they won’t be eating.
Lately the stems, you know the bit in the middle where the little stalks and the green flowery bits grow from, have been really thick. Occasionally I’ll put them in with other bits if I’m making vegetable stock but last week it seemed like most of the weight was in the stems so after slicing and dicing them those pieces went into a chicken and veg soup.
Now that did turn out good – economical, what’s in the cupboard style, certainly not glossy cook book style. As well as a small sliced raw chicken breast it included onions, the last of a packet of frozen mixed veg, also same of frozen peas and corn, some McKenzie’s dried soup mix, potatoes, broccoli stems, potato stock from the freezer mixed with chicken stock powder plus several carrots. After cooking I gave it a little whizz with Bamix using the chopping blade to ‘break up and circulate’ the chicken lol Top shelf of freezer holds several tubs of Carrot Soup,…….. a fairly basic recipe, except I added some curry powder when I fried the onions and garlic to give it a bit of oomph…..plus one remaining tub of the Chicken and Veg – well it was cold and that’s all there was left after having it for dinner two nights in row.
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And I’ll tell you what – my life must be fairly quiet at the moment if I’m relating what we had for dinner last week 😊
But then it’s Monday, the day I sit here thinking and chattering about anything and everything.
So tell me, what did ‘you’ have for dinner last week ??
It’s been a while since our lazy summer days where I seemed to devour any book I got my hands on. January, February and March saw me reading 28 books but since then things have definitely slowed down. Slowed down to a crawl! Well if the truth be told with only 2 books read since then slowed almost to a full stop !
However this will be partially rectified very soon because my friend has pointed me in the direction of another challenge similar to the one we undertook in January.
I know it sounds basic but this one’s an either/or – easy/hard challenge
Easy follow the As or the Bs – 6 books, no mix and match
Hard follow both A & B – 12 books in all
Also include some Australian authors
Also (as was suggested by another soon to be unfriended friend) I’m not naive and do realise I shouldn’t need challenges to encourage me to read but this way rather than choose willy nilly off the library shelves I get to look through the catalogue chasing something to fit the bill.
Delia Falconer – The Service of Clouds.
“It is 1907 and the Blue Mountains are filled with the grand dreams of elsewhere. Eureka Jones, a young pharmcist’s assistant with historical eyes, falls in love with Harry Kitchings, a man who takes pictures of clouds and succumbs to the ‘madness of photography’. Their love turns the mountains blue “
And as winter began last week (June 1st). I’d best make a start 😊
So what’s been on your bookshelves recently. Maybe you could recommend some titles that would be a good fit for some of the Bs?
As always no amount of wishful thinking will change anything. Yesterday June 1st was the day…..the day that is deemed to be the first day of Winter here in Australia.
Not cold enough for snow here in Melbourne but definitely cold. Cold enough to see your breath oozing out of your mouth like the steam from a boiling kettle.
Well that’s what it was like at 7.30am when I drove down the the pool. I know it sounds strange going to the pool in the Winter but I’ve got to keep this old body mobile and that’s the easiest way for me to do it. The young lad on the desk said they’d turned the gas up so the water was a bit warmer….30c instead of 29.5c lol Still felt
cool cold to me when I got in 😟
What was good about the day – and quite a few others over the past couple of weeks – was the way the afternoon turned out to be quite warm A bit like what I call desert weather……. Really cold overnight then dry sunny and warm(ish) as the day goes by. And by the look of last night’s forecast that’s the way it’s going to be for the next few days
So all there is to say is:-
Where’s my thermal undies and it’s Beef Stew for dinner 😊
This turned up in my inbox last week
Along with a note from a friend
asking if I related to any of the numbers
My reply was thus:-
I thought I’d let you know this week’s lucky numbers were
In no particular order
1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8 – 9 and 10 😊
For the extra special roles they played in my life this week😊😊
Just a few thoughts running through my mind early this Monday morning
As you can see it’s a bit of a weighty problem
It’s all to do with my homesick kilos. They leave home for quite a while then decide to move back in again I really need them to move out permanently!
Because of them this how I feel – Very big
I was beginning to think those pesky little Cs could have been the problem so I asked Maxine what the answer was 😊
You’d never guess what……it seems the answer was right under my nose……I’d been using shampoo in the shower as soap! Don’t laugh but it seems I should have been using washing up liquid instead! Well we learn something new each day 😊😊
Oh the joys of first world problems lol
I’m about to put the kettle on – come on in, sit down, and tell me
How’s your Monday’s going?
Yes, there are times when ‘slowly does’ it is the right way
It’ll get done in it’s own time
Last year a craft book called Slow Knitting was published – from all accounts it has been received quite well but not having actually seen it I can’t actually say much about it (being a bit on the pricey side that’ll have to wait until my library obtains a copy) seemingly it talks about slowing down and taking time to savour your craft – To think about and enjoy all aspects of your craft.
“Like the “slow food” movement, Slow Knitting encourages knitters to step back, pare down, and celebrate the craftsmanship of their work. In five chapters centered around the tenets of slow knitting—sourcing carefully, making thoughtfully, thinking environmentally, experimenting fearlessly, and exploring openly—Hannah Thiessen challenges knitters of all skill levels to view their practice in a new way. Each chapter contains explorations of fiber types; profiles of well-known yarn types, makers, and yarn suppliers; and garment patterns inspired by the featured fibers. With contributions from knitting superstars Norah Gaughan, Bristol Ivy, and many others, Slow Knitting proposes an approach to knitting that is both minimalist and all-encompassing, and emphasizes what makes knitting a meditation, a passion, and a unique necessity.” source
It also suggests not to stop knitting gifts but not to put yourself under stress by having so many to finish by a certain time. Now that’s something I learned the hard way a long time ago so if I do knit as a gift I give it when I feel the time is right not because it’s Christmas/Birthday time and that’s when gifts are given.
As always there’s been some knitting going on in my house……really slow knitting this time ……..some that has taken a fair while to finish. Talk about slowly does it – with my interests lying in other directions over the past month this little cardigan finally got done all in it’s own time.
Selecting the wool/yarn from my boxes I did finger it, squashing it in my hand, wondering what it could be used best for – a bit dark for a tiny baby so was it to be a toddler size cardigan or jumper/sweater? Boy or girl style? We still tend to think of boys in blue but girls wear blue as well don’t they?
It’s not quite as dark as it looks but needed something to make it stand out – to be more than just a child’s cardigan – a decorative stitch that did just that. Sort of like a mock cable – and what about pockets? Little ones love pockets don’t they!
Simpler than it looks the ‘cable stitch’ is worked over 4 rows – Knit one row, purl one row, decrease with a sk2sso (slip one, knit 2, slip stitch over) in the middle of the set stitches on the next one, yarn over in that spot to make up the stitches on the next row. The grey/blue buttons were all I had (another trip coming up so need to save my pennies here and there) but when it was all put together it didn’t think it looked too bad.
Do you remember the Slow TV phenomenon that came to us over the past year or so…….. well as today is Friday the day we try to have Fun. Today I really think we should have some fibre fun. I know a few of my readers will think this video fun with a capital F
You don’t have to watch it all – just enjoy some of this peaceful restful video of a group of knitters with their crocheting friends having fun – in real time – real slow time!!
Enjoy your Fun Friday – and click on the photos to enlarge
What is it about a person in a hat with a notebook and a pencil that seems to make us shake in our shoes?
I remember town parks and gardens in England always had a superintendent with staff who seemed to delight in telling children to ‘keep off the grass’ or point to signs that said ‘no ball games’. One of them seemed to have it in for some of my young friends – asking them their names and ‘where do you live’ and writing it all down in a little note book. It was usually me who was the one charged with keeping an eye out for the ‘parky’ (park keeper)which was fine because kicking a soccer ball around certainly wasn’t my idea of fun. I’d have my nose in a book hoping I’d catch a glimpse of ‘that man’ before he caught a glimpse of us!
We also were very wary of police – in those days they also had a hat, a notebook and a pencil. The thought of what your parents would do to you if one of them knocked on your front door and then consulted their notebook was enough to turn me and any of my friends off misbehaving for life.
All those feelings came back yesterday when I drove to Camberwell (a near the city suburb about 35kms from my place) I’d been using the train for the past few Tuesdays but the weather has changed to much cooler…..even wet some days….and after getting ‘a bit on the wet side’ walking back to the station last week I decided it was time to check out the drive / park close by option for future wet days.
Don’t believe everything they tell you about heavy traffic in the city (Melbourne) – the heaviest I encountered that morning was right on my doorstep! Canterbury Road from here all the way to Elgar Road was bumper to bumber, cars trucks buses bikes (both push and motor) you name it, I’m sure all the residents out in the east were going west. Oh what a difference it was after I turned left onto Elgar Road, and made my way down to Riversdale Road – almost as if everyone had stayed in bed that morning. Then of course there were the trams to contend with along Riversdale Road….nothing for it but accept it’s ‘trundle along behind and hope to overtake somewhere.’ ….but not while the tram is stopped…..which wouldn’t have been too bad if it was before 9am……but after that parking is allowed in the clearway zone next to the left kerb so it’s down to one (and a bit) lanes 😟
Anyway I had a fair idea of where I was going to park, just had to hope there was a vacant spot! Free parking is very limited in most places these days and if there’s one thing I don’t enjoy it’s paying to park. How do you think I get to enjoy my overseas trips – by not paying for parking lol. I’m about to turn into the car park when I saw a figure walking out of the first lane –
Mmm it’s the parking inspector.
One of those people similar to the ones I remarked on earlier – one who walks around in a hat with a notebook and pencil – only these days they have a little machine and a dreaded piece of chalk in their hands!!
(Not this actual one though)
Bugger – two vacant spots and he’s standing right there!
If I drive in I’m sure he’ll turn round and mark my tyres…..if I go round the block whats the chance they’ll stll be there. Surprise Surprise – he started to talk to someone and moved off into the next lane. Hooray, panic over, I needed about three so that meant I had the two hours before he returned to check marked tyres and a bit more from then. Wondering if you’re going to get a parking ticket is not the best way to spend a morning so there were smiles all round when I returned and there was nothing tucked under my wiper blade 😊
Isn’t it ridiculous for a grown woman to be wary of someone who is just doing their job. Like the kids in the park or skylarking in the street I’m not trying to cheat the system, I just don’t want to be on the receiving end of their perceived ‘wrath’ if I fall foul of one of them.
Effort – a word that would appear regularly on my school reports.
Meaning a determined attempt
With a bit more effort Catherine could achieve so much more…..
Catherine is capable of so much more if she put the time and effort into……….
Needs to put more effort into her work instead of helping others…..which I’m sure was teacher shorthand for needs to stop talking in class 😊
Last month it was the mental or physical exertion meaning that came into play when it was such an effort to get anything done……time flew out the window whenever I began to do something……concentration certainly had left the building…..I’d begin a task, get side tracked half way through and then complain there wasn’t enough time to finish whatever it was.
Yes I know, excuses excuses.
Years ago I would occasionally knit to sell, sometimes to order but that could be stressful so usually just to have something here that might be ‘just right’ if a friend wanted a gift for a grandchild. Of course once babies grew and the time it took to make larger garments did likewise I’d look for patterns to use that knit up quickly This old front page favourite was made quite a lot over several winters – double stranded for warmth with a yoke done on a circular needle – easy peasy, or so I thought in those days.
Not so these days. My fingers and wrists ‘hurt’ from using the large size needles needed to knit the two strands and the air was blue as I attempted to put the two body pieces and two sleeves on that circular needle in the correct order. How could I forget something so simple? Okay, once they were on and I’d finished the first round of the colour work aka simple fair isle it was plain sailing from there on. My words to the other crafters during ‘show and tell’ as I pop it in the box tomorrow evening will be – Look and admire because you won’t be seeing another one 😊😎
Have you found anything hard going recently- what’s been an effort for you to achieve over the past few weeks?
Now what on earth could a map of the Melbourne suburban train network, a very large box of chocolates, a swimming pool and this little girl have to do with commitment ?
This little girl (aka our quiet one) was snapped on her sixth birthday proudly showing off the (natural age related) gap in her top teeth and the cast on her arm caused by a tumble from her bike trying out the ‘activity track’ her older brother had put together in the back yard. A determined little devil she was – and still is. She became a scout and having achieved their top award The Scout Medallion she then moved on to Venturers where she worked towards and received the Queen’s Scout Award from the Governor of Victoria
Not long after that she became a Rover and now at nearly 21 still enjoys the ‘rough and tumble’ but also working hard on her Baden Powell award has the maturity of someone involved with her community. Determined and committed !
Anyway back to last week
Our quiet one works in hospitality in an inner city suburb. So with not much – well, no – parking nearby she uses the bus from the end of her street to the station and then train and trams to get there and back and up until now she’s usually been able to get a lift (or the bus) home from the station. A couple of weeks ago her mother (our little girl) and her father went up to Queensland for a bit of a break, then her aunt (our big girl) and her sister (our little redhead) joined them for a week and because there were no ‘ family taxi drivers’ around and having several evening shifts down on her rosta Grandma committed herself to meeting the late trains.
And late trains meant 10/11 pm ones arriving long after our very local bus service had stopped running!
Having a daughter (our big girl) involved with the parent company of Cadburys with her office located in the Bayswater factory grounds giving her access to the ‘shop’ – you know the place where for very low prices they sell all the seconds and other associated goods – sounds like fun?
Yes, it was fun for a long long time but not these days – except when she brings a really really good bargain to her father’s eye.
Now The Golfer
and I are is partial to chocolate so 5kg of unwrapped badly shaped small picnic bars for $5 was received from her with open arms before she went off to enjoy a week in the sunshine with her sister. Seeing that large box and knowing what it contained made me all the more committed to restarting those morning visits to the pool.
I can tell you that a week of early mornings at the pool coupled with late nights waiting at the train station made for a very tired (but committed) Grandma.
ps I did a swap with our quiet one – the day I bagged up and gave her some of the chocolates she surprised me with a gift of flowers 😊
pps Is it alright to have one little bar of chocolate Maggie – I’m sure pool work will help with the BP and the calories 😎😊
When The Golfer does the washing up he just digs in and gets it done in what seems to be record time. I like to sort things beforehand and do things in order ……small things go to the back of the drainer, larger plates come next with big things placed on top. After rinsing the pots and pans go upside down on the stove before I dry and put away.
And as usual while washing up my mind wanders here, there and everywhere.
Take earlier this morning:-
- I know some of us take prescribed medication but how many take over the counter bits and pieces like vitamins on a regular basis?
As well as the Vitamin D I need to bring my levels up to ‘normal’ the doctor suggested that Magnesium may help with muscle cramps – the bane of my life. Whether true or not I do know when I take it regularly I don’t wake during the night screaming the house down because my calf (usually my left one) is ‘on fire’ Lots of ooh, this is hurting as I stand beside the bed trying stretch it out and then lie there wondering ‘what did I do in my sleep to cause that’
- We still have our Telstra landline – it’s needed to connect to our ISP – and I don’t see us getting rid of it in the near future. I wonder how many of you have committed to giving yours up and now only use or rely on your mobile/cell phone?
I think the main reason we hold on to ours is that if the electricity goes off it still works unlike all the extra ‘cord free’ extensions we have in the house that rely on power. Yes we do both have mobiles (prepaid) but need to remember to keep them fully charged. As well as that, a while ago we negotiated a new local plan covering unlimited local plus a refundable discount on other calls and services. Fairly low set price (think line rental cost) unless we go over that limit and I’m all for knowing what my bills will be.
- As I stood there my thoughts turned to why does my nose drip so much? Do any of you suffer in the same way and do you have any tips to alleviate the problem?
Don’t laugh but I’m constantly sniffing….and at times snorting…(very un ladylike behaviour) I don’t seem to be able to go far without having to wipe that awful dewdrop from the end of my delicate nose. There doesn’t seem to be a physical reason and the season of the year makes no difference so the doctor and pharmacist both recommend various sprays – which have no lasting effect except to make my nose very very dry. Years ago during yoga classes with a ‘wise old gentleman’ he would make general ‘health’ suggestions, one of which was to cleanse the nasal passages by sniffing small amounts of warm water up each nostril. I’ve found this does help…..when I remember to do it 😊
- And of course the age old question surfaced……..Do I reply to blog comments. Just wondering because this is starting to bother me – How do you feel?
Some bloggers answer each and every one – I’ve tried but often get bogged down with time or finding the ‘right’ thing to say. Thank you is good but seems a bit weak. Some bloggers reply on the post, some by email, others not at all except to answer a question. Is it necessary – because how many return to see if there was a follow up comment by the blog author?
Strike while the iron is hot!
Another of my mother’s sayings 😊
As ironing wasn’t one her favourite pastimes (a trait passed down to her oldest daughter) I used to wonder why she said that – it wasn’t until I was a bit older I realised it meant ‘do it while you can, when the opportunity arises’ or something like that.
So last week, not having the inclination to do anything but feel sadness over losing Kiera I spent time gathering together and laundering all the old cat bedding. It plus other ‘stuff’ will all be donated to the nearby Animal Aid and even though my friends thought I was daft I knew I had to do it then or it would never get done.
That’s when I saw the seam. Right there near the crease.
Many years ago…..in another lifetime…… I used to breed Burmese cats. Flannelette sheets (soft, warm and easily laundered) were what I used for kitten bedding. These were from the children’s single beds when they were younger and being one to never throw anything away I had loads sitting at the back of the linen cupboard….just the thing to be used again.
Going back many years from that the girls had decided they would like their bedroom to be green. The Golfer drew the line at painting the walls that colour so I persuaded them the way you do when short of cash (it’s this or nothing lol) maybe we could do this or maybe that so there’s green in your room.
Green floral sheets….like the ones below…. came first – then the ladies in the local op shop (charity shop) found those green flannelette sheets plus a very large queen size pale green candlewick bedspead which I cut in half to make ones for their single beds. Their blankets were cream wool ones we brought out to Australia with us (two still hide with old towels in the ‘just never know when they’ll be needed’ corner of the hall cupboard) and there was no way I was going to buy new ones so we dyed a couple. I nearly died when I saw the very dark green they turned out but the girls thought them ‘cool’ It was when our big girl came home with a green beaded doorway curtain I knew the room was finished. All was good for a couple of years or more then the warm flannelette sheets started looking a bit thin in the middle….remember they were second hand…so still being short of cash the thinking cap went on and it was ‘I know I’ll do what mum would have done- turn sides to middle’. Only it didn’t quite work as well as I thought – the girls hated sleeping on them ‘They’re lumpy, they don’t look nice (??) I’ll catch my toenails in the seam, put them on the boys beds’
The look and feel of the sheets wasn’t that bad really – you know what teenage girls can be like- however come tax time when bed linen next came on sale two new sheets came home with me and the old ones were relegated to the bottom of the pile.
As you can see, at the moment all those old sheets are destined for a local animal shelter; although I did see The Golfer looking at them and muttering something about needing some new ‘rags’ so maybe, just maybe they’ll end up staying a little while longer.
Thinking about the sheet saga reminded me of other thrifty deeds that didn’t turn out as planned. Like the time i was trying to flesh out a pan of stew with dumplings and we ended up with a very thick gluggy mess when the dumplings disintergrated. Don’t think I’ll live that one down 😟
Honestly if you don’t laugh you’ll end up crying 😊😎
2006 Kiera’s last litter.
3 Lilac females – 1 Blue male – 2 Chocolate males.
These are the last few flowers left from a gift I was given last week. Simple white blooms (not fussy) along with a large bar of chocolate – given to me by a friend who understood the way I was feeling.
Anyway this is just a little note to say Thank You for all the comments over the last few posts. Our internet is still playing up, so it was fingers crossed each time I tapped publish; with that and lack of motivation that’s as far as I got. No (well, very little) visiting other bloggers, no gym, no swimming, no nothing ‘cept a smalll amount of knitting and some gardening in the lovely autumn weather we are having…..yes winter came to visit for a day last weekend and then cleared off again. He’s coming out at nighttime but sharing the days with autumn 😎
Hopefully our ISP have managed to pull their finger out and have ‘finally’ sorted out our/their problems. With luck, proper service will resume and we’ll be on air as we were before.
Bye for now
See you next week
Many of us older bloggers (and possibly some of the younger ones also) need to take regular medication in the form of tablets so here in Australia once a month we pop up to say hello to the local pharmacist and come home with our goodie bag of ‘keep us alive’ pills.
Not making light of it but I love the look of those shiny new sheets as they come out of the cardboard boxes. They are clean and fresh and full of promise.
Last time I had my script written my GP changed one of my tablets to something slightly different – similar ingredients doing the same job but a different brand So like a child with a present, I couldn’t wait to get home from the shop and see what the new pills in the bag looked like. Well you can’t actually ‘see’ the pills but I’m sure you know what I mean 😊
Oh dear, what’s this on the back of the sheet……I’ve never seen that before….a pill for each of the 15 days. And what is that…..take first…is there something special about that particular pill ? And what does it matter which day of the week I take the tablets – surely they are all the same?
So off I go back up to see Mr Lee to ask for a ‘please explain’ – and of course once he did explain I felt like a real dill.😏
Yes you’ve guessed (and probably already know) the reason the days are there is to serve as a reminder for those who wonder- did I take my tablet today? I suppose I’m lucky in that there’s a cue to help me remember to take this medication each day. It’s part of my bedtime routine – teeth…tablet…toilet…toodle off to bed.
So like the good ‘rules abiding’ patient I am I did just that. Began with the take first tablet, then the next evening found the one for that day and continued that way to the end of the sheet. Don’t laugh but I found doing that a real nuisance. I’d been used to picking up the previous sheets and just pushing out a tablet any which way until the sheet was empty but the new way meant I had to turn the sheet over to check I was pushing the correct tablet out. It completely changed my routine lol
And I was disappointed to find at the end of all that, where I thought I’d have a very neat pattern on the back if turned out to be the same old mish mash of foily bits same as if I’d done it willy nilly as per usual 😊
I had another little chat with Mr Lee and I’m sure he had a smile on his face as he reassured me that as long as I took my tablet at the same time each day as i had done previously it really didn’t matter what order they were removed from the sheet 😊
Now I realise that where medications are concerned we should follow the rules but I’m curious to know whether others actually follow those directions – take this – then go to the correct day when all the tablets are exactly the same?
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- My pharmacist’s name is not Mr Lee
- Here in Australia the system of prescribing and dispensing of medication may be different to other countries
- My GP will only write prescriptions for 6 months. One to be dispensed plus 5 repeats. This ensures I see him on a regular basis.
- Only in certain circumstances are we able to pick up more than one months supply at a time.
Life is always full of little surprises isn’t it ?
Take yesterday- it was about 2pm when I told you about the cold wet miserable day we were having. Well, a bit like the Incy Wincy Spider ryme I used to sing to my babies, just after that the sun came out and dried up all the rain lol.
Not long after that The Golfer received an SMS from the electricity supplier saying the power could be interrupted.
No worries I said to him ‘we have gas, we’ll be alright’ I’d taken a batch cooked casserole out of the freezer in the morning and it was almost defrosted – if it goes off I’ll warm it up on the stove instead of the microwave. We can boil water in a saucepan if needed for hot drinks.
And of course not long after that it happened – yes power was off.
Oh bother I didn’t have time to run the vacuum round the lounge as planned (it had been sitting there waiting patiently since 9am) also no tv or radio – never mind quiet is good. It didn’t really sink in until I went to turn the hot tap on – need it to work the water heater. We coasted through the day wrapped in a blanket – ooh it’s really getting chilly now – oh, need it to work the fan on the gas heater. Getting darker – never mind we have large household candles (somewhere) and big dolphin torches (oops not so bright, oops no spare battery in the drawer.) I’m sure we’ll survive.
Dinner by candlelight……on our blanket covered laps….was lovely.
I’d charged my iPad earlier and had plenty of ‘simple’ knitting – The Golfer (no real life book to read) trying to read a ebook wasn’t too impressed with his level but remembered we had one of those mobile charger thingies (fully charged) so that gave him power and kept him happy. He also remembered some music downloads on his iPad so we also had music – a couple of c/w albums and a Johnny Mathis one. I became very familiar with them all 😊
About 8pm in the pouring rain I nipped up to the nearby Woolies (thank goodness for our long trading hours) for more candles – they were burning down at an alarming rate – plus another dolphin battery. Nothing worse than sitting in a dark loo with the light from the torch getting dimmer by the seconds lol
Driving back I could see linesmen working in one of the streets across the main road, up on their cherrypickers, illuminated by those bright mobile lights they use. If the road hadn’t been blocked off (with a diversion for local traffic) I’d have gone that way and Asked a few questions but thought it prudent to stay dry and leave well enough for alone lol
It wasn’t until much later……well after 9.30pm……that the power came back on. It wasn’t too bad in the end. Yes we were inconvenienced but in reality we were safe, dry and relatively warm however I’m not sure how I could have coped for more than a day though.
The scene this morning as I was clearing up after our little candlelight event
Each time we have a power cut and I use those ‘u shaped candlesticks’ I smile and remember the two young boys who made them all those years ago in their metal work classes at the tech college
About eighteen months ago I wrote about enjoying the first hot day of the season.
After a long string of beautiful sunny warm Autumn days we are now today being treated to a taste of things to come
There is a westerly blowing and at the moment it’s raining
2pm and the sky is heavy and grey without a trace of blue
It certainly feels cold – cold and wet – and my bones are starting to feel chilled
It’s 3c/27f out there at the moment – don’t think we are going to reach 16c/60f
The forecast for the next couple of days is 19c/66f and 20c/68f
It might happen and there again it might not 😊
(Wake me up when Spring arrives 😎😎)
There’s no doubting it – Sunshine and cats go together
You are my sunshine – my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You never know dear how much I love you
Please don’t take my sunshine away
If ever there was a cat that loved sunshine it was Kiera 😎
Kingswood Maura Delight
known to us as Kiera
Sire: Chindah Orion (Imp. NZ) – Dam: Kingswood Lady Kizzie
26 December 1999 – 12 April 2018
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2 Special posts about Kiera – my little brown shadow.
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‘Fancy losing all that sleep over two buttons!’
‘It’s not as if you don’t have any others.’
Yes I suppose my friend was right, I do have lots of buttons…..but the ones I wanted weren’t there. The ones she was talking about were to go on a child’s knitted jumper….which was the knitting mentioned in Monday’s post….and I’d had the buttons in my hand but they sort of disappeared. Just like that!
As you can see I have loads of buttons…. oodles of them…. I rarely buy them so these have been gifted or garnered over the years from various places ….all shapes and sizes carefully sorted into colour, size, type (with shank or without- four holes or two ) ….a bag load in fact. Stored in those small see through plastic bags and kept in that gaily coloured bag – and what’s on the table is a small amount, there were others still in the bag 😊
I’d planned my day. I had everything on the table ready to assemble the jumper. Large blunt sewing needle, scissors, all the knitted pieces, correct sized knitting needles to finish the neckline once everything else was joined and….the buttons I had chosen for the front.
It had taken me an age the day before to decide which ones to use. As you can see from above it wasn’t as if I didn’t have plenty to choose from but they were either the wrong shape or the wrong colour and I was determined I wasn’t going down the road to that huge warehouse place loved by crafters all over Australia. Once you go in the doors there’s a good chance you’ll not been seen for days 😊
I sewed all the seams together, knit and inserted the placket, picked up and knit the neck, had lunch and returned to do that last step. No buttons to be seen – so having got that far and not fancying another dip in the button bag I packed up and stewed about the disappearance overnight
Honestly, I do feel a bit of a drip some days. Next morning I’m putting things in the washing machine, checking pockets as I go and you’d never guess what – well you probably have now. Yes, right there in the pocket of my shorts were these two well chosen buttons!!
Now even though I had started out knitting one of those little shirts ( the ones I do for the charity) in plain stocking stitch I changed my mind when it came to the front- opting for cable and broken rib to give it a ‘thicker warmer’ look. And even though I have no idea who will wear it or in what circumstances I felt it needed the right buttons to finish it off.
And even though I say it myself – yes, Mum I know, bragging is not polite.
Those two chunky soccer ball ones look just right. Don’t you think??
I certainly slept better that night😊
Honestly, if it’s not one thing it’s another!.
Something my mother was fond of saying.
I thought, well that was the last thing I should have done, for two days now I’ve been thinking I’d sit down and have a chat but between our ISP and WordPress that’s as far as it got. Fingers crossed this time 😊
‘When I was growing up in England there was a little game we girls (never the boys lol) would play in the playground as we sang a song about going in and out the windows. A group of us would stand in a circle holding and then raising the hand of the person next to you so they looked like arches, then another girl would make her way around the cirle going under/in and out of the ‘windows’ as we sang along. There were other actions but I’m a little hazy where they’re concerned.
This little tune and the tag line …..as we have done before …………was running through my mind at certain times over the weekend- but I have to go back to February first before I tell you why.
Taking a lead from Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth, as far as I was concerned my description of this past summer was an ‘aestas horribilis’ – a horrible summer! Extremely hot and humid – uncomfortable – my asthma played up, I couldn’t settle, then to top it off I developed a UTI.
If you’ve ever had one you’ll know that feeling of constantly ‘wanting to go ‘ and then the other feeling that comes along with it ‘lpeeing broken glass’ tiring and painful. We have a wonderful product here called Ural – little sachets of fizzy powder that are a mix of bicarb soda, citric acid, tartaric acid (as well as a few other bits and pieces) which help enormously by neutralising the acidic urine so relieving the symptoms before an antibiotic kicks.
Going back for a check visit after finishing the wizbang antibiotics recommended for bladder infections I mentioned how tired and weary I felt. We talked about the heat, the UTI and coping with mature age asthma all of which could have made me feel that way, blood tests were arranged but everything turned out normal. And the tiredness disappeared- but then so had the heat lol
Fast forward to Monday evening and those ‘funny little feelings’ come back again – yes a repeat performance. I was in and out of the toilet as ‘I had done before’ Luckily I managed to get into a cancelled appt at the GPs Tuesday morning and began the same antibiotics that night.
Just out of curiosity I looked at Mr G***le and discovered one of the possible side effects could be ‘tiredness and fatigue’ …..it’s early days yet but I’m wondering……was the weariness I felt back in February the result of all those factors mentioned to the doctor OR a side effect of the antibiotic?
Here it is early evening on one of the days of the year which tend to make me pensive. Thinking about the next few months and how I’m (unlike many other people) not fond of cool/cold weather.
The other day will be in early April when our clocks change and summer time will officially end. I know that act doesn’t change the weather – it certainly doesn’t need a clock to tell it what to do – it’s the idea that summer has been and gone and another season has begun.
Today is or rather was the Autumn Equinox in the Southern Hemisphere. Not sure why but I’ve only just become aware there is an actual time of the day when the equinox actually happens.
So like most midnights on New Years Eve the equinox today slipped quietly past my house at 3.15 am this morning as I was slumbering away, snug as a bug in a rug, nice and warm under the extra blanket I needed because the overnight low was going to be 9c/48f.
So yes, the days will become shorter – well they don’t actually get shorter do they because there are still 24hrs – it’s the amount of daylight that becomes less 😎
I got into a real pickle years ago trying to explain all this to children each year and gave up just saying it’ll get dark earlier and that’s all there is to it. Really patient mother wasn’t I lol
The website I took the screen shot from suggested sunset at 7.30pm tonight and here it is 8pm and its dark outside. So to cheer me up I’m off to put on my PJs and make my Milo before I settle down for the evening.
Soon be time to hibernate I think 😊
Bye for now
Like it or loathe it Reality TV shows are here to stay. There’s a whole swag of them that appear in various forms each year…….Cooking – Home Renovating – Relationships…..I’m sure you all know what I’m talking about.
Even though I have other things I could be doing AND as much as I hate to admit it I often start to watch one and ‘get hooked’. Just one mind you!
This year it has been ‘Married at First Sight’ (MAFS) where experts pair couples of various ages together in an experiment involving a mock marriage followed by time together with the expectation that they could ‘bond’ and maybe decide to carry on the relationship after the show has finished. Yes – a load of rubbish some say, yet it can be intriguing to see human nature play a part as the weeks go by.
You see how the needs and wants of these couples come into play, most of them are good talkers and can express their thoughts to the cameras (which follow them on this journey) there are good ‘guys’ wacky ones, quiet ones as well as emotional ones and there are also the ‘bad’ ones 😊
Very early this season much to the horror of the experts two of the ‘contestants’ were dissatisfied with their ‘other halves’ and seemed to take a fancy to each other. In other words unbeknown to their partners they carried out a bit of romantic suggestive texting with each other and then had a little rendevous (all filmed of course) and then when the facts became public knowledge to the others the man sort of backtracked denying he had anything to do with it, he’d been pursued by the other woman, really liked his wife. Oh the excuses were flowing.
Several other things happened that he was involved in eg loud sexist ‘boy’s night’ talk where the beer is flowing freely (all filmed of course for the tv audience’s enjoyment) On screen his wife’ accepted protestations of things being misinterpreted, accepted the benefit of doubt, all his shortcomings as well as his declarations of ‘love’ …….even though a lot of the others (and people on social media) warned her off him.
Anyway last night, after a week away from each other in order to gather their thoughts together so they could make their final decision, they came together in the middle of a very desrted paddock for the last commitment ceremony – supposedly to declare their to each other and then state whether they……as the producers hope……would continue to see each other.
Dean was very wordy ….and persuasive …as he did just that.
Then Tracy said her piece telling him quietly and very politely it was not to be – he betrayed her several times and all this recent display of ‘love’ was too little too late and he didn’t deserve her.
She then exited stage right and he still displaying feelings of entitlement was walking round in circles crying like a baby. Not happy at getting his just rewards!
Now no judging here but seeing and hearing that, viewers Australia wide clapped and cheered – myself included!
After that bit of ‘creative’ entertainment it’s now back to the sensible informative type – 7.30 report, Four Corners, Q&A as well as Insiders sounds good lol
Come on, now it’s your turn. Tell me your secrets – what tv shows do you quietly admit to watching 😊
Is it only a few weeks since I spoke about all the clubs and groups I’m associated with regrouping and returning after the long summer break?
I’m starting to get fed up with trying to find a day ‘to do things’.
For quite a few years after I finished working (as in paid employment) I was involved with a large charity giving them 2 regular days a week of my time. It was almost like being ‘at work’ again seeing the same people each time, I agreed with the aims and objectives of the charity and certainly enjoyed the tasks I was responsible for. Then like a lot of things, things changed as paid staff moved on, office routines changed, attitudes toward the volunteers changed and I grew tired of ‘office politics’. It was so much like being back at work again that I decided I didn’t need all that stuff in my life and resigned. Oh but we ‘love’ what you’re doing, you’ve been doing it for about 10 years now why are you giving it away.
Because I need some ‘me time’ I told them and began to live a very quiet ‘me time’ life. Doing what I wanted when I wanted with no commitments to anyone or anything else. I was content with my Crafting Reading Gardening Knitting Family History researching Travelling etc etc the same as many other retirees were.
Then the community attitude to older life expectations seemed to swing away from living a quiet sedentary life and became ‘Keep busy, keep your brain active, meeting greeting getting involved, play a larger role in society or you will grow stale in retirement.
I’m not usually swayed by those sorts of ‘messages’ but did begin to wonder if – no matter how much I was enjoying my quiet retiring lifestyle – I was becoming too much of a recluse, perhaps I did need to move back into community life and take more interest in what was going on around me, so slowly and gingerly (because sometimes you don’t quite know what you’re letting yourself in for) I joined clubs and groups that were recommended by friends and the pace of my days changed again.
This year has only just begun and as I mentioned above it’s now got to the stage where the boxes on my calendar have so many ‘regular’ outings pencilled in that something has got to go because I’m finding it hard to find a day to do things – like housework or washing or ironing – well that might be stretching it a bit but medical (human and animal) appointments as well as catching up with friends has become very much lke the telephone yoyo that happened before hectic retirement lifestyles became the norm.
Maybe it is just me that enjoys being involved yet knows/thinks that no matter what age one is, there are times when constant busy times can be too much of a good thing.
(That sentence seems to be as clear as mud)
Does anyone else feel the same way?
There are so many ways to communicate with others these days
Instagram – Twitter – Facebook – Blogs are just a few
And this is where I start a post with no idea of
where I’m going or where I’ll finish.😊
I do have accounts on all of those with minimal……in fact no…… personal information apart from a photo in my public profile. You’d probably glean a bit about me from reading the blog avatar.
My personal fb account was to allow me to join craft (and other) groups, a few family and friends ‘found’ me and apart from newly discovered extended family (discovered via family research sites) I don’t go around asking others if I can be their ‘friend’.
Anyway about a year ago I kept getting ‘friend requests’ on this account – the odd thing was these were from strange men as well as male members of armed forces (soldiers sailors airmen – in uniform with rank displayed) Obviously those requests were deleted.
Then the same thing happened on twitter – a medium I used for a while for various reasons but haven’t looked at for well over a year. Lots of messages saying ‘so and so is now following you’ Once again strange men, many with no tweets recorded but following loads of women Oh and also those new followers included women whose profiles described them as ‘se^xy’ looking for fun! It took a while for me (not the most tech savvy person) to find the way to block them, unfollow people and sites I no longer had any interest in and to decide to make the account private.
Now you’d think instagram would be harmless wouldn’t you. Well you should see some of the people who decided to follow me. Honestly I haven’t shared a photo for goodness knows how long but these ‘strange’ men and women seem to like looking at Kiera lol More time spent looking for how to block them, unfollow a lot of people and make that account private.
Then there were the strange ridiculous and at times confronting comments that were arriving on the blog. They came in clusters thankfully stopping for some reason towards the end of last year. Luckily they didn’t all make it onto the blog proper- w/press scooped them up as they arrived and put them into spam folder for me to decide yea or nay.
So after an end of year break I start writing on Still Waters again and blow me down if I don’t start getting emails informing me – ‘people with very strange names @ outlook’ – have become followers. I consulted the help forums and lo and behold I’m not the only one getting them………WordPress were aware and were trying to (not sure what) do something about it.
I then discovered a feature available in the settings of my w/press blog There is a way to remove/delete followers. You learn something new every day 😊
I thought it was only the other party who could do that – you couldn’t block a follower.
So armed with this knowledge I went through my followers list checking their ‘credentials’ and deleting an enormous amount. Most of whom were unknown to me. People who hadn’t blogged for years, people whose blogs were closed/deleted, bloggers from online courses never to be heard from since, others from ‘financial’ sites or travel places – you know all those people who follow because you wrote about something once (but never again) I will admit to feeling a bit better once that had been done and of course if I’ve removed a live reader they can always refollow.
OK everyone, come on and help me here. Am I the only one to have gone through all this rubbish – was I naive in thinking all those things couldn’t happen to me? For a while there I even wondered if my name had been entered on a dating agency’s books 😊😊
Public blogs are like open jars of jam waiting for nasties and other strange things to fly in and ‘spoil’ the taste so I can’t complain.
However I’m curious to know about other people’s experiences with followers on those other sites.
It’s early Monday morning, and as is usual I’m sitting here with coffee pondering about my life in general.
How’s yours going?