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I may have retired from work but there's no way I've retired from life! 'So what do you do' someone asked me. 'I live, love and laugh' I replied. 'oh and travel as much as possible' Come along and join in my life and travels - I'll be happy to have you there with me. http://cranethie.com

It’s yours or is it….

When the stars align and the internet plays nicely I sometimes have a quick look through my Twitter feed.
Recently I seem to have lost interest in much that’s said there, haven’t actually tweeted/retweeted/liked anything for a long time, in fact a lot of unfollowing has happened as I’ve got fed up with the thoughts of some users…..but now and again something piques my interest and I click through to read some replies.
Rightly or wrongly (depending on your point of view) Poor ‘1000 cases a day’ Gladys & Mr ‘not my prime minister’ M (NSW Premier & Australian PM) are really being lambasted over recent events. Lets just say some of the words ‘spoken’ make interesting reading,

Anyway seeing a recent tweet from a Scottish knitwear designer had me thinking about when I’d heard someone else talking about self publishing to keep hold of creative control. (I’ve removed all the other usernames mentioned in the tweet)


After all these years The Golfer and I don’t feel the need to be in each other’s pocket all day every day. Unlike many retired couples who do spend their days together we’re happy to amuse ourselves knowing each of us value that ‘own time’.
While we’re here in Bowen this (below) is where he spends several mornings a week hitting a little white ball, trying to get it to land in a hole in the ground half a mile away…..yes a slight exaggeration but listening to him recap his hole by hole adventures you’d think it was instead of just up the way a bit😊




Meanwhile I’m enjoying the delights of this little town
One of them hearing a talk at the local library earlier this month by visiting
Australian author Annie Seaton

I’d already read several of her novels so enjoyed sitting there for well over an hour while she entertained us with humorous snippets of her life, where ideas for her novels come from, early treatment by publishers, how hard it was to ‘fight for’ what she had in mind – covers and book titles being changed – to retain creative control (Australian words & terms changed by international publishers …eg the very Australian word bast.rd….changed to ars..le…..turning derogatory into vulgar …….certainly not what she wanted in her novel) and now self publishing as a means of having that control.
She has managed to reclaim the rights to several of her books, ‘editing and rewriting’ where necessary to return them to their original state and was happy to tell us they were selling in larger numbers than with the previous publishers.

This is her latest book
Hidden Valley
Book 4 Porter Sisters series

Book Series by Annie Seaton

Linking to Life the Week hosted by Denyse at Denyse Whelan Blogs.
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Colour my world ~ Red

Jude who blogs at Travel World has a new photo challenge for this year (2021) entitled Life in Colour with a different colour chosen for each month. This month (August) the chosen colour has been RED…….lots of it to be seen HERE

I don’t normally have red in the house, and apart from the time I was involved with the Red Hat Society I’m not a wearer of red – a bit bright for me. Some can carry it off but it’s always seemed like a ‘look at me’ colour and you know me…the less visible I am the better 🙂

However there is a time of the year when RED is usually seen around our house…yes at Christmas time. Even during the hot summer days of December the hot colour red gets its traditional airing. The little tree in the hallway is just right for the small red decorations collected over the years – when there were young grandchildren plus various cats/kittens running round the house the big tree always had lots of red unbreakable ones on the lower branches and Grandma’s basket of soft funny red Santas could always be found tucked in a corner somewhere.


And then there was the day we saw all those red hats bobbing round Grandma’s garden

Can you imagine our surprise coming across these – a red hatted snowman plus a very jolly red suited Santa and his very horsy looking reindeer, when we were in hot steamy Singapore one December 🙂

Talking of red hats on snowmen there was the year the grandchildren (Grandma included) made snowmen……..that was when using the inner cardboard roll from the toilet roll wasn’t frowned on. They told her snowmen don’t always have black hats so ours had a big RED one and he had to be displayed on the kitchen window sill along with others she had tucked away in all those boxes out the garage

There’s not so much decorating these days – the red ornamented little tree comes out now and again, so do the little Santas (of sentimental value certainly not monetary) collected from various places round he world. As an aside these are Santa Claus not the Father Christmas I knew as a child- http://www.differencebetween.info/difference-between-santa-claus-and-father-christmas

Some years the colour RED seems to appear in small doses like on this funny little Santa who is actually a (never used) wine bottle stopper who makes the occasional appearance on the window sill.

And last Christmas (2020) when life was still traumatic, our sole contribution to the festive season was the Roly Poly Santa from Ketchikan Alaska and the Long legged Santa from Calgary Canada

Wikipedia has what I think is a very interesting entry defining the colour RED in all it’s glory plus loads of info about its role in various cultures (as an aside did you know bulls don’t know the cape waved in front of them is coloured RED, they are ‘agitated’ by the movement).
If you’re curious you can find it HERE

How did you….

I can’t actually remember when I learnt to knit, I know it was well before I turned 10 because I have memories of knitted scarves my class in primary school made ‘for the poor’….as for who taught me, well even though I wrote about it HERE it’s still a mystery.
Growing up after the war I don’t remember there being much shop bought clothing in our house, Mum sewed most of our clothes and we knit. I was about 15 when this was taken and both my little brother’s jumper and the striped one I’m wearing kept me busy the summer before.

The other day Tiggers Honey aka F remarked about even knitting (something I don’t often give much thought to ) – I usually just go through the motions and piece together the end result 😊

Actually I’m of the opinion that the tension and final appearance have a lot to do with the wool/yarn that’s used. I’ve two little cardigans on the go at the moment, both using acrylic but one is a more expensive line which is firmer but maybe not as soft as the other. They are slightly different designs, both have the same pattern (k5 – p1) yet I have to say I prefer the look of the green knitting but definitely like the feel of the pink more than the other

Anyway back to my ‘when did you learn, who taught you, how were you taught’…… all those thoughts came to mind when a little meme was forwarded to me last week. I’ve never heard the process of making a stitch referred to in this supposedly humorous way – has anyone else?

Call me old fashioned but somehow I think my words of encouragement
(the same ones used by my Dad)
~ needle in – wool round- pull through- slip off ~
sound a lot nicer 😊.
Which leads me to – how was the process of knitting explained to you?

One early covert – another slightly older

Corn and Crackers do mix

It rained the other day…….lots
Not my kind of beach weather so I took him shopping

We’re pottering around the supermarket and I’m talking about the seasonal stock that’s been arriving in local $2 shops and said something along the lines of how I ‘loved’ the corn you get in crackers
We’ve forgotten what I actually said, perhaps it was corny crackers but next thing I know is these items appeared in the trolley

A certain person said he couldn’t find corny crackers so would these do?

Of course what I was actually talking about were those corny jokes/riddles that come along with the paper hat and sometimes a little charm type gift inside the crackers we put on the table at Christmas. They sort of make you laugh but there’s always a pull of the mouth and a noise like a groan to go with it.


(This might help readers from non Commonwealth countries https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas_cracker )


Now here’s a little something to make you smile…..there’s only 134 days until you can enjoy the likes of these 😊

Q.  What did the hat say to the scarf?

A.  You hang around while I go on ahead!

Q.  What is yellow and white and goes down a train track at 100 miles an hour

A. A train drivers egg sandwich!

Q. What did the martian say to the petrol pump?

A. Take your finger out of your ear whe I’m talking to you!

Q. What do you get when you cross a parrot with a centipede

A. A Walkie-Talkie!


Corny indeed, but come on, tell me truthfully.
Didn’t they make you smile – and groan at the same time??



What’s in a name

People and places are usually known by a name and I’m always interested (and sometimes intrigued) by them, why were they called that – how did they come by them?

(https://cranethie.com/2019/11/25/whos-that-girl-whats-her-name/).
(https://cranethie.com/2020/10/30/how-can-peggy-be-short-for-margaret/)

I was thinking about that after I got an email from my sister where she referred to me as Lady Cavendish…..a long forgotten (by me) family nickname.
It took me a while to remember how/why I’d been dubbed that
It was ‘given’ to me by my father when I was about 14, because for some reason or another I’d become very aware of table manners……..and seemingly I’d ‘asked’ him not to slurp his soup – to which he’d replied
“who do you think you are…..Lady Cavendish?”
And it stuck ☹️

Sort of related to that ‘ where/how did’ things get named thought, we took a drive up to Ayr last week. Just over an hour away from Bowen along the Bruce Highway….
Where there are lots of roadworks going on – and on – and on……

Where we saw lots of these yellow male and female figures strapped to power poles…..I know they’re a safety feature (look up – be aware) but they just remind me of ‘Flat Cat’ 😊
I’ve only seen them around Queensland roadworks- does anyone know if they are used in other states…..and do they have an actual name?

Talking of names the other thing that intrigues/ amuses me as we travel around are creeks and the names they’re given. There are loads of five mile/ten mile ones that I assume are the distance they are out of town and others with people’s names or place names BUT look at these three which are about 20km out from Bowen. Aren’t they the best – I bet there’s a story to be told from years ago about those names, something to ask about at the local history museum because they definitely put a smile on my face when I see them 😊😊

And once again it’s Monday, we’ve been here four weeks now…..four more to go.
I’ll be honest and say I’m beginning to wonder how we’re going to get home; due to the virus rearing it’s head again and spreading here there and everywhere circumstances in different states are changing each day. Four weeks sounds a long time yet it’s not really a long time especially with what’s going on in NSW.

It’s the big topic of conversation here in the van park with most ‘winter residents’ coming from other states……but look, even though most of us are a long way from home we know there’s always a way to get back there…..to stay out of harms way (aka not go through NSW) it might take a smidgeon longer for us than the usual 4 day/ 2500km direct drive down the Leichhardt and Newell. We could go north a couple of hours to Townsville, then travel about 1500km west along the Flinders and Barkly Hwys past Mount Isa to Tennant Creek, then down the Stuart Hwy 2000km to Adelaide and then east to Melbourne…..a mere 700km on the Dukes Hwy followed by the Western Hwy at the Victorian border 😊😊😊

So what am I going to do about it…….right this minute not a lot.
It’s early morning cuppa tea time then maybe a gentle walk on nearby Queens Beach. Thankfully I’ve been a bit more mobile these past few days.

Oops, I’m forgetting my manners here (yes Mum I hear you) – I hope you are all well
How has your week gone, did you travel far from home
notice anything that made you curious or smile.
Lol, theres a name for my questions – interested or nosy….. take your pick 😊

I’ve used (most of) it up…

Back at the end of May I mentioned a bag of odd balls coming up to Bowen with me
they were destined to come back home in a different form

Flat things are so much easier to pack than round balls 😊

Nine pairs of fingerless mittens – with more to come!

My reading mojo returned with a vengeance- theres been some reading done as well
All enjoyable- Nothing outstanding (most only 3*).
A couple of ‘new to me’ authors and a Chevalier one I missed years ago.

July 2021

Anne Perry – A Christmas Escape

Tracy Chevalier – The Lady and the Unicorn 

Fiona PalmerSisters and Brothers 

Rachel LearyBridget Crack

Kate Grenville – A Room made of Leaves

Kerry McGinnisCroc Country

Monica McInerneyThe Godmothers 

If you’re interested in seeing other’s knitting and reading ideas you’ll find both at Unraveled Wednesday hosted by Kat. Pop over and have a look – she’d love to see you 

Who could turn down

An invitation to lunch – at a favourite place
Whitsunday Sailing Club (Airlie Beach)
with a favourite person……gold star to you if you guessed The Golfer 😉

With down to earth cooking- maybe not quite ‘haute cuisine’.
Beer battered mackerel- freshly caught and very tasty

With views of the water and lots of expensive toys

After shopping and (for some) walking the dog in town
it’s back to the dinghy park
(or shuttle stop as I’ve heard it called) for to make their way home

Some prefer to ‘row their little boat’ back to the big one……or maybe with the cost of fuel going up they couldn’t afford to run the outboard motor this week 😊

After lunch there was the offer of a ‘pensioners delight’
70c ice cream for dessert at Maccas
See how he shares his love 😉

Time for home along a road lined with cane fields as far as the eye could see

Past road signs leading to other quiet peaceful places

and roadworks where you are rewarded with a smiley face
just for driving at the recommended speed 😊

Perhaps I’m a bit like Nero at the moment – not fiddling but enjoying my time and not being worried about the problems in other states….but by golly I’m certainly taking advantage of the peaceful way of life on offer to me at the moment

A bright warm sunny day is forecast for today…..I’m off to put some fresh lemon drink in the fridge and rest awhile. Lets just say the back has been playing up a bit so the legs aren’t working too well, which means there’s not been a lot of walking done.
Bye for now
Cathy

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A little p.s. – park internet is a no show and library internet is limited. I’ve tried to find an app I can use with WordPress to compose offline ….no joy….the one I had on my previous ipad is no longer available. I can read some blogs but commenting and replying to comments is out of the question SO just letting you know I know what some of you are up to but can’t tell you so 😉😎

It always amazes me….

And I often wonder – how did women cope here in the hot Australian sun all those years ago wearing the ‘fashionable’ layers of clothing deemed necessary in those days

Mural in Bowen Far North Queensland showing early settlers.
Painted silos Colbinnabin Northern Victoria showing early settlers

I also wonder if I would have rebelled at fashion trends of the day and removed many of those layers in the privacy of my home 😊

Linking to Monday Murals hosted by Sami at Colourful World

The silos were painted by Tim Bowden – I’ve been unable to find the names of the Bowen artist

Same place….different year

Yes it’s the same familiar small stretch of sand – the same old beach towel


Possibly different rubber thongs – plus a different book to read.
Definitely a different year 😊

My morning routine has begun – several days of the week
While The Golfer is ‘golfing’ I spend some early morning time at Rose Bay

Note for Lee – the little caravan park is still there. Seems a place for young at heart travellers to stay, lots of camper vans and youngsters in loose flowing clothes there. No cabins though.

(At the moment there are problems with the internet services where we are staying so I’m going to have to use the library or Maccas in town – 3kms away. Hopefully it’ll be fixed soon)

I am feeling much better now

All it took was a four day drive – via regional New South Wales
(where even a small local businesses seemed mindful of strict covid precautions – QR code and mask….no if’s or buts)


Up to the Sunshine state of Queensland where just like magic all my worries woes and misery seemed to lift off my shoulders.


I’ll begin to think about state borders again in September- when it’ll be time to return home
In the meantime I’ll be slathering on the sun screen and dipping my toes in the Coral Sea – see ya sometime soon😊

What have you missed….

that hasn’t returned,
was a question asked during the general chit chat at the book club
Gatherings of like minded people I said

I have memories of fun concerts with one of my choirs.

For various reasons we haven’t ‘met’ since April last year.
Online or in person.
I’ve heard on the ‘grapevine’ that nobody has been sick
most have had at least on vaccination
and all are raring to go again.
Unfortunately it will most likely be in the new year (when all this is over)
the dos and don’t of covid restrictions are making it difficult.
~ ~ ~ ~
Plus memories of fun outings with the Red Hat Society ladies.
which likewise for various reasons my chapter has closed for the time being

I’ve been trying to make sense of my recent maudlin feelings
And am beginning to think I keep reminding myself of what was
(and yes I’m in all the photos)
rather than what can be




The turning point……


Yesterday, the shortest day (a turning point in the year) came
and went in a blaze of sunshine.
A glorious sunny winter day, just like several others in the week before it

If I could have a pick I’d choose June 21 as my favourite day of winter
Because Its all change from here in 😊

A chat with my GP also reinforced what friends and commenters here mentioned- what with one thing and another (plus all the goings on in my life) this has been a heck of a time for me (and so many others) there’s no wonder I was down in the dumps and feeling sorry for myself.

So just as the days will become longer and brighter with more hours of daylight as we make our way towards Spring …..hopefully sunshine as well – so will I become less like a someone who feels as though she has the weight of the world on her shoulders.

https://www.abc.net.au/news/2021-06-21/winter-solstice-australia-time-for-sunrise-sunset/100230226

These last few sunny days have made a difference to the way I feel…..completely different to how it was early last week when I wrote this post.
Things are changing, yes I realise the weather will change again – the wind and the rain will return – but the pool has reopened, one of my craft groups is reopening , it’s possible the Qld border will reopen to Victorians, and I’m off to get my 2nd AZ vaccination tomorrow (no choice there, that’s what they gave us oldies)

It’s not really as simple as brighter lighter days making a lighter brighter person but it will certainly go a long way in turning my mental health in the right direction 😊