Just a little note to say I’ve pushed the pause button
Life at Still Waters is a bit churned up at the moment so I’m having a break for while
Still waters is in recess for the time being 😎
Bye for now
So I’m looking for something in the laundry and glance up at the windows
Oops, think it’s a while since those were cleaned 🙂
Now it ‘was’ a cloudy day outside with not much light in the laundry so I can forgive the right hand sliding one for looking dull – it has a fly screen on the other side. But the left is a clear pane of glass!
That side of the house is on a slope so The Golfer will have to get handy with the ladder to do the outside. Gone are the days when I clambered up and did them myself……all the outsides are now his domain……with a little bit of visual coaxing from me standing on the other side of the window …..’you’ve left a streak here pointing to a spot on the window 🙂
Have you ever wondered how they clean the outside of the lower deck windows on cruise ships? The top row (Lower Promenade deck on this particular ship) – those just below the promenade – are done with hoses hanging down the side and when possible the next level (Main Deck) are tackled with hoses and brushes on long poles.
I’m thinking I could do with a window cleaner.
But not one who just hoses the outside – I’ve tried that, just end up with streaky windows!
Not so much musings about setting the world aright but a wondering about how long something has been happening.
Now the only time we go into Maccas is when we are driving interstate. We have food for lunch in the car plus a flask of hot water for green tea but with easy parking not too far from the main roads, clean rest rooms (usually) quick service for a coffee (not everyone’s cup of tea but they don’t have the bitter taste they had years ago) the daily paper and free wifi they provide a welcome mid morning break without the long wait for service you can encounter in local cafes.
Doing a bit of ‘folder clearance’ the other day I came across these two photos taken while we were travelling up north during July last year
Now it’s possible I’ve been a little weary when we’ve stopped for a break – especially if I’ve just finished my two hour driving stint – and have not noticed these features before….but does anyone know how long (here in Australia) Maccas (McDonalds) has been offering electrical outlets, USB ports and table service??
It’s not going to keep me awake at night…..and I’ll admit it was rather nice being able to charge the iPad and phone while we read the paper and waited for our coffees….in china cups….to be brought to the table instead of having to hang around the counter waiting….but I’m blowed if I remember it happening before.
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Monday is the day I often sit here, think and wonder about things
Is there anything trivial you’re wondering about this Monday?
Hopefully ‘not’ in my house overnight lol
It’s nearly 35c/j95f outside- there’s a very strong hot northerly blowing – which means it’s possible we’ll reach the predicted 42c/107f. According to the BOM that’ll make it our as in Melbourne’s hottest day in two years. Hopefully the promised cool change will arrive – 14c/57f makes sleeping so much easier.
If there’s one constant in my life it’s a dislike of extreme temperatures
Too hot or too cold you’ll hear me complaining. I’ll survive but I won’t like it.
In the meantime – the air con is on but this is delightful
( in the privacy of your own home that is 😊)
Words for Wednesday is a weekly meme using words and/or pictures as prompts. Bloggers are encouraged to make what they can from them. Lissa from ‘the memory of rain’ is hosting January – these are the ones for this week
Beginning* New Year* Wonder* Ritual* Kiss* Faith*
Seven* Remember* Adventure* Miles* 88* Heart*
I wonder wonder who…..
Rosie got to the end of the row and sighed.
She tried to remember* whose idea it was for her to knit the grandchild a new pullover for school
88* stitches to a row – that child had grown so much he was almost a man. Ate like a man, her daughter, his mother kept saying. It’s no wonder* he is the size he is when you look at his father and extended family on that side.
Life for him was an adventure* he was on the go from getting up time until going to bed time. Not a quiet sit read a book child but one who was constantly moving at what seemed like 100 miles* an hour.
Hello Gran! Caught you with your eyes shut!
She opened her eyes to see a young man standing in front of her chair. I just popped round to sit with you for a while, put your knitting away, and I’ll tell you my latest news.
She welcomed the ritual* of a kiss* on each cheek followed by a long look in each other’s eyes. Eyes that reminded her of a man gone seven* years now, one she had loved with all her heart* and one her faith* told her, she would be reunited with in time.
Then she smiled, she couldn’t remember who suggested it, but she did remember who it was she knit the school pullover for all those years ago. The now not so chubby but lean and lanky grandson sitting opposite her bursting to speak just as he did as an eight year old.
There’s this new job I’m beginning* in the New Year*…..it’s in Canada….at a ski resort!
I really should know better – know that when I’m short of time or my mood is twitchy I should just nod and pass on by rather than stop, be polite and listen to the moans and groans that eminate from a certain ‘friend’ I ocassionally see in one of the local supermarkets
Happy New Year, I said this morning- I wonder what new beginnings are ahead of us this year?
None! she said. It’ll be the same old, same old, tarted up in a different form. New Year’s a bit like some of these big businesses, what do they do when they’re losing money – we’re going to Begin Anew with fresh ideas they say. Gosh they think we’re daft and haven’t seen it all before. Her name might be Maureen but she’s known as Moaning Minnie to me 😊
Here it is only a few hours past and she’s got me wondering whether it really will be better than last year or will it be a rehash, just tarted up in a different form?
New Years Eve saw us in bed well before the witching hour which meant (thanks to early morning birdsong) we were awake a bit earlier than usual on New Years Day.
Do you remember that old saying
Early to bed, Early to rise.
Makes a Man Healthy Wealthy and Wise
Do you think it works on December 31st?
Last year wIth restraint and the help of our lovely GPs our Health wasn’t too bad, with restraint and the help of my little exercise book (and yes, digital spreadsheets) our Wealth wasn’t too bad either
It’s just the Wise bit that’s got me a little worried 😊
This was the 76th New Year my body saw in. Do you reckon I’m going to be any wiser at the end of this one?
Happy New Year to you all. Let’s all make it a good un’
Today was a quiet day. A rather warm quiet day. 32c/nearly 90f!
Tomorrow will be a little cooler than today. A better day to be out and about.
We spent time with one child this afternoon, will be with two more in the morning, then the day is ours.
No hot meal to prepare, cold meat and salad will be the way to go. We may even drive down to the beach 😎
Wont be any snowmen there – a sandman or two maybe!
Here’s hoping your Christmas Day is special ❤️
I’ll be taking another little break – just until the New Year arrives.
Bye for now- Cathy
It’s that time of the year.
Summer Solstice time
The time when we are at the half way point
While those in the Northern Hemisphere are filled with hope – some of us are not looking ahead with pleasure.
It’s as if the long Summer days have only just begun and it’s all being taken away from us.
Some are suggesting the witching hour is at 9 : 21 tomorrow morning.
Tomorrow (Saturday) we will have more daylight time than today – the day after (Sunday) we will have less
Othes told us it happened today…the 21st. Whenever it happens doesn’t change anything
The days will become shorter and the night’s longer.
That’s the way it goes I suppose.
I’ve been absorbed with the past recently- delving deeper and deeper into my Irish past.
For a long time those records were few and far between but now along with the ‘paid’ site I belong to I’ve been accessing a fairly new site ‘Irishgenealogy‘ which allows look up and sightings of birth death and marriage registrations – for free.
It seems all of my 8 Gt Grandparents from Co Armagh and Co Monaghan ‘lost’ family to migration- as far as I can make out they appear to be some of the very few in their respective families who stayed in Ireland.
From the middle of the 19th and into the 20th century they saw many of their aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters and cousins leave, some went to Canada, others to USA and others even came down here to Australia.
They’re still making themselves known – those DNA discoveries that is.
So many families of those migrants are getting in touch and introducing themselves
Pity I didn’t know of them years ago – I could have saved a fortune in hotel rooms!
Let’s just say, that trying to find something to wear (that fits properly) has been challenging
All this going away – doing nothing- eating differently
Can be fun – BUT
Getting the pep talk ….again….from the GP is not good ‘I’m not saying you’re obese, maybe a little overweight’
So as well as a change in attitude, Santa is going to bring me – new runners, dumb bell weights, resistance rubber bands, a new pass for the pool plus determination and a bit of oomph to round it all off 😊😎
A new someone to do the meal planning and cooking would be nice but that’s the one thing I really do have to take personal responsibility for!
Well not literally but so close to.
Out with The Golfer yesterday looking at cars ………. he did have something in mind but was disappointed….unlucky for him – lucky for our bank balance 🙂
Anyway I was surprised to see the yard we visited was almost empty of buyers only to be told by one chap ‘everyone’s down the road at the shops, we’ll be lucky to make a $ today. With that he said he was off to his office for a cup of tea.
Coming home Maroondah Highway was chock a block, bumper to bumper at one spot; people might not have been looking at new cars but they were certainly going from one place to another – very quickly……. and as could be said ‘without due care and attention’ or acting like b….. lunatics which was a comment I kept hearing from the driver of our car.
So by the time we got home I was dry in the mouth and couldn’t get the kettle on fast enough. Out of nowhere as I gathered up cups and other bits and pieces together I was ‘plagued’ by this little childhood ditty running through my head.
Tea Time, Tea Time.
Come and get your tea
Bread and Butter, cakes and jam
For me me me!
I’ve ate my bread and butter
Drank my cup of tea
What is left for supper time
Wait and see!
With no cakes in the house The Golfer jokingly made a jam sandwich for us both, which had us laughing and talking about running in from school starving and Mum putting jam sandwiches on the table, reminding us to ‘not eat too much and leave room for your dinner (or supper in some parts of the country)
He asked me if I knew there was a special day to remember Fairy Bread – sandwiches (for children here in Australia) made with bread, butter and 100s and 1000s – those little coloured balls used to decorate cakes. Seems it’s celebrated every year on November 24th. Well, you live and learn something every day I said. And then told him about our own special sandwiches Dad use to make us when we were little.
Bread Butter and Sugar – similar to Fairy Bread without the colouring lol
We didn’t often have butter (best butter my mother always called it) in our house but when we did Dad would say it was a treat for his little ladies. He’d chop some into pieces (to warm and become spreadable) pour some sugar into a glass bowl, make us a cup of milky tea and then let us get on with our special little tea party.
So what special memories does food have for you?
It’s often the silliest simple ones that have me close to tears
What about you?
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Excuse me I must go and enjoy my memory – my tea will be cold
and as we all know, there’s nothing worse than a cold cup of tea!
Yes that is the question……but first let me explain.
It’s been about four months since I used the library – what with going up north earlier in the year – having company when we got home – and then going off again for a few more weeks, it wasn’t necessary. I did read during this time but not borrowed library books – well, that’s not quite true, I did borrow from the Bowen library but I didn’t take any up from here – library books that is. As well as the few paperbacks I took to read on the cruise (and left in the book exchange) I wasn’t short of reading matter because there was a library onboard plus the book exchange cupboard and I also had books on my iPad.
And that was a very long winded way of relating the reason why I visited my local library last Saturday morning for the first time in over 4 months 🙂
With only a few letters to go I’m determined to finish the author A-Z challenge I started at the beginning of the year – these last four K, Q, V, & Y are what I call odd ones (given myself permission to forget about X) so it was a quick look down the shelves to find something that fitted the bill and also appealed.
Job done, four books in hand it was on to the self serve check out desk.
These were introduced quite a few years ago now and at the time they were resisted by lots of the members who still continued to lined up to see if the librarian would do the deed at her desk but now are used as a matter of course. The librarians do (willingly) assist some of the older members but once shown how just about everyone does it themselves.
Account found, books on the sensor pad, attached to account, all finished except for the paper slip with names and return dates. That’s when I noticed an extra dialogue box on the screen.
Would I like this emailed to me?
Oh decisions….decisions 🙂
Now we’ve had downloadable books (digital books/eBooks) for what seems like a long long time ….we might not like the paperless books but these days nobody gives them a second thought. But this was something new…….something I had to think about
That paper receipt with the book and return date information often serves as a bookmark – trouble is it often has a habit of losing itself so unless I’ve marked the returns date on the calendar I have to chase it up online at the library site. If all that information came by email I’d have it right there in my inbox – but I’d lose my handy little bookmark. The one I often mislaid in amongst other little bits of paper lying about on the table next to my chair!
Knowing my habit of putting things down and promptly losing them
Knowing I actually already have oodles of bookmarks I could use
I chose the paperless option 🙂
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And here we are on Monday, the day when I sit and muse about life and happenings.
I’m wondering if I’m still a resistant old stick in the mud who dislikes change….. because I had to actually think about the book name/date option or was I just confused because I hadn’t been around when that option was introduced?
What about you – are you changing your ways as new alternatives arise or do you still like things the way they were?
I’d just handed over some recently finished woollies and was sitting at the table laughing with other ladies (and one fella) at my Thursday night charity knitting group when I hear the words come out of my mouth.
“I’ll think about it”
Before then making knitted toys had never entered my mind – I’m more of a winter woolie person – yet I could hear all the others chattering and looking at ideas online so before the end of the evening “I’ll think about it” became more of “I’ll see what I can come up with” lol
So many ‘things’ i thought of had so many pieces – little fiddly pieces to be sew together. I needed something simple. Easy to make without worrying how it would turn out/if I’d make a hash of it. A few hours on the net and a few coffees later
This is what I came up with.
Yes it’s a little Teddy – similar to but not the actual pattern of the one associated with the emergency charity. Trademarked so too many restrictions on the use of that one – besides I liked the look of this one rather than theirs.
It’s strange but I’m happy to go out of my comfort zone if it’s my idea but always feel at a disadvantage when others suggest it. This little fella has proved to me I should have got over that at my age. I shouldn’t have to ‘think about it’ …..I should just get on and do it.!!
And if you look above – there on the left hand side of the photo is the start of another one
I’ll get on with it shortly- just have to give Ted a face first. He needs to be able to smile at the child he is given to doesn’t he😊
It’s time to do some Thinking on this Thursday morning.
Fed up with boxes and consequences of maybe the wrong ones being picked I resorted to dear old social media to provide me with some totally mindless matters 😊
Not a box to be found – or at least where I was looking – however squares popped up instead
I have no idea what the correct answer to this question is because each time I start to count I lose track of which squares I’ve identified lol
So what do you think? Just for a laugh why not have a go and see what you come up with.
(Maybe 11 ??)
Four years gone by – just like that!
This Saturday is the fourth Saturday in November
Which means it’s time for another Victorian State Election.
Election Day is when you actually see your neighbours long enough to say Hello, get to see people you knew from years ago and haven’t seen in four years, get to see people who obviously know you because they come up and say “Hello” – you say “Hello” back even though you have no idea who they are and then realise they went to school with your children. And then realise they have their children with them – not little children but adults old enough to vote. How did that happen lol
Most of that (and more) is before you’ve arrived at the school gates, before you’ve run the gauntlet of party faithful volunteers handing out how to vote cards, before you’ve ogled the cakes on the cake stall or smelt the sausages sizzling away on the barbecue. All jolly good fun as long as you remember why you’re there.
Once inside the polling station there’s the line up to get your name marked off the electoral roll and receive both your ballot papers – voting is compulsory here in Australia – well it’s compulsory in that you must turn up and be marked present. You can be fined if you don’t have a good reason for not doing so. Of course early voting is available – but not online, it still has to be done in person. Also you can vote at any other recognised station ‘out of your electorate’ so no worries if you can’t get to yours between 8am and 6pm.
Ballot papers in hand, it’s off to those little cardboard booths. One thing to remember though is – don’t Tick the Box – your vote won’t count
Because it’s a preferential voting system and not a ‘first past the post’ one, the boxes beside candidates names need to be numbered. The Lower House (Legislative Assembly) is usually straight forward- mark it the way your preferred candidate suggests which is why (unless you have thought about your vote long and hard and have a very good memory) it pays to accept one of those how to vote cards being handed out in front of the school gate 😊
But watch out when you come to the Upper House (Legislative Council) – ‘cose that’s when the fun begins. You’ll look at the
great big long sheet of paper and wonder what it’s all about. Thankfully the Electoral Commission provide guidelines 😊
From very early Saturday morning The Golfer once again will be busy doing his duty working in a polling station at one of the local schools. There’s quite a selection process to go through for these (paid) positions, one he went through many years and with each election there’s more ‘retraining’ so he’s been tucked away recently huddled over his Victorian Electoral Commission work book answering questions online.
I’ll vote early before the rush and spend the rest of the day wondering (as I have been doing ever since this campaign began) where are they – all the political parties involved- going to come up with the money to provide Victorians with all these new ‘things’ they are/have been promising? Who is going to lose out when their funding is cut so money can be diverted to these new projects?
Only time will tell I suppose, so remember folks – just be careful what you wish for. It may not turn out to your liking!
With the publicity that surrounds the troubles and woes in the world these days it can sometimes be difficult to know what news is real and what is fake. Occasionally I get extremely fed up with it all and that’s when I take time out from watching and listening to ‘serious’ stuff, coming back to life by moving aimlessly around the web looking for a bit of light relief – and ‘that’s’ when I discover little gems that keep me from wondering ” are we all going bonkers and the end of the world is nigh”
This little video is doing the rounds again on social media.
I will unashamedly say it is just a ‘joy to watch’ and can’t keep the smile off my face as I do so.
Train travel is part of my makeup- 90% of the males on my father’s paternal line worked ‘on the railways’ in Northern Ireland. My grandad (who I never knew, he being gone before I arrived) worked his way up from a general railway worker (aka labourer) through Fireman to Engine Driver. I do so love train travel – but sadly (unlike Madeline) I don’t have a record of my first ride 😔
Just watch and enjoy – and smile 😎😊
Mmm, it certainly has been a while….those just ‘for a few weeks’ turned out to be nearly 13 😦
Lots of days reading and walking beaches, lots of days preparing for more ‘away from home’ time, lots of days enjoying faraway places, walking on beaches on tropical islands never visited before, reading and walking on a cruise ship promenade deck as well as watching the ocean pass by as we wended our way home – all that and more.
I took very few photos on our latest trip – it was another ‘rest and relaxation’ ‘enjoy the moment’ one with no strenuous outings. We did however visit the final home of Robert Louis Stevenson (author of Kidnapped and Treasure Island among many other books) – a now large rambling house near Apia in Samoa which has been turned into a museum. I would have loved to spent hours browsing but you know how time is limited when you are on an organised tour 🙂
Anyway I’m home again – spending days enjoying the familiar surroundings of our suburb here in the outer east of Melbourne. Hopefully over the next few weeks once the ‘silly season’ has finished I’ll get back to regular chats.
Bye for now
PS – I must just add this thought
The worldwide interest in Tiny Houses means there are often some ‘interesting’ programmes to watch about them on tv. There’s a certain something about dinky little houses, some with living space on various levels, some even on wheels so they are towable reminiscent of ‘gypsy’ caravans. Sometimes I think it would be great to live in one – then usually have second thoughts when I think about the things I need around me to live the sort of life I enjoy. There’d be a tiny house on my block- as well as countless outbuildings to house the assorted
paraphernalia stuff I’m referring to above 😏
So each time we decide to come here on our winter trip and I remember the size of the cabin I say to myself ‘it’s just for a few weeks’. We have the same cabin booked each time so I’m aware I’ll be living in Four rooms in One for those few weeks so bring the amount of clothing and assorted ‘stuff’ I feel I can handle for that time.
There’s a bedroom with large picture window and hanging space for clothing
A beautifully appointed kitchen/diner with up to date appliances and a small sitting area with comfortable couch
The bathroom (shower/hand basin/toilet) is tucked away behind the sliding panelled door, the view from the ‘kitchen’ window is palm greenery and with only 9 steps from the mirror end to the window by the bed there’s not a huge amount of floor space, storage is almost negligible yet it doesn’t feel cramped.
Years ago (2008) after our first visit to Bowen I mentioned our little ‘holiday home’ and how small it was to my mum. I must have caught her on a grumpy day because she quickly retaliated that living in one room is the norm in some parts of the world, reminding me of the term ‘bedsit’ and because of them loads of people actually have a roof over their heads.
Could I live permanently by choice in this little space – I don’t think so. It’s fun for a few weeks but that’s my limit Necessity is a different matter altogether.
How about you? Could you live in a tiny space or do you need room to move (and store your ‘stuff
Sitting here in the shade this morning, feeling lovely and comfortable in the warmth of the Queensland winter I tried to catch up on some blog reading. Slow internet here in the van park (and town generally) has made browsing a bit hit and miss so rather than be annoyed I decided a ‘no gadget time’ wouldn’t be a bad thing – until curiosity got the better of me 😎
Anyway, a blogger who hasn’t been well for quite a while, let slip this morning that she had once been a surfer. That got me thinking about things we might have done over the years that others who know us now would never envisage us doing.
Now as you all know – because it’s certainly not a secret – I’m definitely not a winter person. Yet once upon a time things were very different.
Many years ago there was a winter sport I loved.
I once spent as many hours as I could snow skiing.
What about you?
Is there anything your younger self did that others couldn’t see you doing?