It’s time…

Time has passed quite quickly recently…..here we are in the third week of December…….not much left of 2019 to get through.

Get through being the optimal words as my back complaint with its associated leg problems has become evident again ( lumbar spinal stenosis )  .   All of which unfortunately limits my walking (which makes it worse) so consequently I’ve not done half the things I’d planned.  I have however read a couple of good books plus knit two baby cardigans…..and watched a fair bit of cricket.

The GP agreed with me that part of the problem really is because I haven’t been doing any regular exercise since we came back from Bowen  I cancelled my gym membership before we left (not a contract one) meaning to reinstate it and my latest swimmimg pass had been used up, both of which I’ve just haven’t got round to renewing.  I have been doing some  physio recommended ‘simple’ exercises at home as well as using some light weight  dumbbells but they obviously aren’t enough.  What’s needed is a more structured method- one where I can’t stop and make a cup of tea when the going gets tough – well, I can stop, for a while – but it’s a bit awkward going to the attached cafes for a cup of tea when you’re all sweaty or dripping wet – and then making your way back to start all over again.  Best get it over and done with, then enjoy the tea when I get home 😊

Do you remember my dear friend who died recently ‘gifted’ her stash of wool to her friends and family.   Well the yarn knit up beautifully but was such a non descript, rather plain bland colour I had to put a pattern on each of them so they didn’t look flat and uninteresting.  You’ll find the previous two towards the end of this post, so all done now  and these two along with anymore I knit in the meantime will go off to the charity later in the new year.

And of course I read more than two books….these were the two from a pile of random library picks that stood out from the rest 😊

Sorry fot the dead – Nicola Upson.  Josephine Tey #8

In the summer of 1915, the sudden death of a young girl brings grief and notoriety to Charleston Farmhouse on the Sussex Downs. Years later, Josephine Tey returns to the same house–now much changed–and remembers the two women with whom she once lodged as a young teacher during the Great War. As past and present collide, with murders decades apart, Josephine is forced to face the possibility that the scandal which threatened to destroy those women’s lives hid a much darker secret”

A cast of almost all female characters, set in various ‘times’ with the murder as the central focus of the book.   It covered attitudes toward women and their roles, very early women’s lib, developing female ‘friendships’ –  both open and covert – and how they were seen by society.  Lots of twists and turns with a surprise last chapter that tied in with the first one.  The only flaw for me was the jumping from decade to decade (sections set in different times) which I lost track of with having the same characters turning up each time.  Having to turn back to the front page of each ‘part’ to remember which year I was in was a bit of a nuisance.

Last seen alive – Claire Douglas

Libby and James Hall can’t believe their luck when the leaflet comes through the door. Swapping their tiny city flat for a beautiful house by the sea? Who would say no? But once they arrive at The Hideaway Libby starts to get jittery and increasingly paranoid. She is sure that someone is watching them. Something here isn’t right. And when she suspects their lives to be in danger they swiftly decide to return to Bath. But they can’t pick up their old life so easily. Because this isn’t just a casual house swap. This is something much, much more sinister.”

This one started out quite slowly (almost like the holiday it was supposed to be) then it changed.  Very subtly it became more of a mystery (touted as a psychological thriller) with a murder thrown in for good luck  Twists and turns as the story moves on – secrets are revealed- previous lives and deeds come into play    You never know what’s going to happen with each page turn.   Definitely recommended.

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I’ve really enjoyed your company (and comments) this past year but I’m feeling a bit tired and weary so think now is the right time to push the seasonal pause button

My love to you all – I’ll be back again in the middle of January

Merry Christmas and a very Happy Healthy Prosperous New Year

‘Tis the season to be giving….

There are many bloggers out there who have ‘giveaways’ where they give little gifts to other bloggers.  There are also many who donate time energy (and finances) to charities.

One of these is Hugh from Hugh’s Views & News who is giving in more ways than one.

This Christmas season he is asking a little from bloggers so he can give a lot to charity.  Pop over and take part in his appeal by leaving a link to your blog.  That’s all there is to it – a little time taken for a big reward all round.

https://hughsviewsandnews.com/2019/12/09/the-2019-christmas-charity-appeal-help-me-raise-250-for-battersea-dogs-cats-home-by-leaving-me-links-to-your-blogs-and-books/

Thanks for that – yes, ‘Tis certainly the time for Giving.

Cathy

Do you do it….

Late last week I was at a function with The Golfer – the end of year breakup meeting of a ‘mixed’ airforce group he belongs to.  Mixed meaning both men and women who had served.  Partners (if they are interested) are welcome at the monthly meeting/get togethers – which clash with my monthly book club….and as I was born into the life (yes I was an airforce brat……Born Raised and Travelled ) then married a serving airman, I’ve seen and heard it all before and don’t need to relive it month after month😝

Being the end of year/Christmas breakup some of the men had brought their wives along so there was a lot of kissy kissy, my goodness how long is it since we’ve seen each other, that long, we should get together more often, and so on.

A ‘very casual’ do….in a small hall……catered for out of funds available… not bring a plate……(sandwiches, some hot finger foods plus some seasonal nibbles) …..not overly posh.   Hot drinks available at a do it yourself machine , drinks if you wanted them at the small bar on the premises.   The caterers would call in later to pick up the ‘plastic’ serving platters.

As I said it’s not sit down but move along the spread that’s been laid out on four tables in a square, covered with Christmas clothes, paper plates, napkins and disposable cutlery in hand.  Then stand around talking or sit down on the chairs arranged meeting style with a few small tables to one side.

So things are drawing to a close, people are getting up and making a move to the door when I noticed ‘stuff’ just left on chairs as well as the big table.  They were saying their goodbyes and leaving without clearing up after themselves.

Having a chat with a long time friend who is now the secretary I mentioned how this was a change from years past…..even as recent as this time last year…… when everyone (that would be most of the people in the room) chipped in, putting their rubbish in the bin and generally helping return the room to the way it was.

“Oh the committee decided that as they are our guests we aren’t expecting that of them anymore.  We wouldn’t expect guests in our home to clear the table after a meal”

As I (also a guest) wandered about the room with a black bin bag in my hand I wondered what had brought about this change in attitude.  How did something that people did automatically…..pitch in and help at ‘gatherings’ like this….. suddenly turn into a ‘I’ll just sit here and let others do that’ situation.

Do you automatically offer to help or do you feel it’s not ‘your job’….you’re a visitor not part of the group.

If you’re invited to a meal in someone else’s home do you offer any help at all or just leave it all to the ‘host’

What to say….

It was  difficult no it was  bl***** hard to stay cool calm and collected – and quiet –  when the driver sitting beside you reverses into a stationery vehicle.   Hard not to yell (read that as scream) “I told you to watch out, I told you there was something behind you”.  Hard not to wonder why ……even though we had begun to move backwards……he was  ‘still getting comfortable’  instead of checking the reversing camera.

What do you say when there is a ding in the back of his car, when he stands there shaking his head, when there’s not a scratch on the other vehicle.  Well, there wouldn’t be would there – it was a ute with a shiny metal tray back with pointy edges which wasn’t even moving.

What do you say when you hear the words “thank goodness for insurance” when you really wanted to hear “are you ok?”  When you’re racking your brain wondering where you’re going to find ‘what doesn’t look like a large amount on paper’ excess but in reality $650 is a fair whack of cash to part with at short notice.

What do you say when he is carless while it is being repaired and you catch the look on his face after you tell him “no he can’t use yours to go to the golf course, that you have your own life to live and you had something planned for the next two days”.   Childish, I know but I wasn’t in the mood to be the little woman who gave into her man – and I did have things planned (and written on the calendar) for the next couple of days.

What do you do at that point – but look at each other and laugh

No words were really needed to say sorry.  But we did  – quietly – to each other 😊

Did you know…..

….it comes in all shapes and sizes and forms?

Well that’s what we discovered when we got to Deniliquin – which is just a quick (less than an hours) drive up the Cobb Hwy from Echuca.

I’ve got short legs so drew the short straw and sat in the back with another short legged lady while the two ‘fellas’ led the way in the front.  Not my favourite place to be because I like to see where we’re going,  I’m not keen on looking at things sideways or peering through the middle of the front seat passengers but we can’t have our own way all the time  (can I 😊😊)

Rainy days are not the best days for ‘sightseeing’ so as we drove past a visitor Information centre with signage for a cafe on the door we all nodded to each other and mouthed the word Coffee!   As well as the Information place and the cafe the building also housed the Peppin Heritage Centre .  The Peppin family were early settlers to the local area who specialised in sheep farming, developing the Peppin Merino breed that is associated with wool production in nearly all the Australian states.

Peppin Merino rams

Source

It was agreed that we couldn’t just sit there in the car complaining discussing the much needed precipitation,  we were out for the day  so while the rain tumbled poured down outside we’d have a wander through the little museum, learn lots about early times, sheep breeding (and hard life in the middle 1800s) on the stations around the Riverina, then,  rather than venture out into the cold, wet, windy day to look at the outside displays (yes I know, we’re fair weather tourists) have coffee and cake under the same roof.

When the rain moved on and the skies cleared, – it was time to move on ourselves 😊

Back in the car, aimlessly driving round, and there it was!

When we were up this way last April we looked at some painted grain silos in Rochester just south of Echuca – do you remember the Silo Art I showed you?

Well it appears rural art comes in all shapes and sizes…..and forms!

Deniliquin now has a newly painted WATER TOWER!  Painted by renowned  street/mural artist  Cam Scales!

I’ve lightened this up considerably – the sky wasn’t that blue, the clouds were a lot darker, it was about to rain again so I didn’t even look at the other side lol  But I did get this one picture featuring two kookaburras to remember it by😊

https://www.camscale.com.au/murals

https://www.visitthemurray.com.au/places-to-go/central/deni/things-to-do/arts-culture/water-tower-mural

Joining in with a weekly meme called Monday Murals.

Sami (COLOURFULWORLD) is the host and if you would like to see more – follow this link.