But sometimes all you really want is….
Summer holiday No wrong season – We’re all going on a Winter holiday.
(If the rain gods in NSW cooperate 😟)
Taking a little drive up the road early this morning – will see you when I see you 😎😎
Home for tea the day before Grand Final Day…..I hope!
(But I’m sure I’ll be here well before then😊)
I’m not sure how long this streaming company has ’been in town’ but these adverts are almost like programmes in themselves – https://canalplus-australie.com/about-us/
This past couple of weeks have been full of little things that brought a smile to my face.
Like seeing the GP and having him tell me ’ maybe next script renewal (3 months time) we can combine two of these medications’. Seemingly the new combined pill works just as well as taking the two singly.
Like visiting the chiropractor and feeling supple and pain free…..which doesn’t always happen. Life is so much easier when it does.
Like leaving the podiatrist after having my feet pampered……knowing my nails had been cut without me having to twist and turn like a contortionist….something I am definitely finding harder to do.
Like seeing the smile on my brother’s face as he told me he had a new grandson, seeing the smile on The Golfer’s face as he told me the cafe at the golf club had reopened for table service, then being able to drive out there to have coffee in a proper cup 😊
Like reading an email from the pool revising their opening hours and usage. Come Monday I can return to doing what I enjoy…..things my body sometimes find
impossible difficult on land yet I am able to do quite easily in the water…..like walking for instance. 😊
Like knowing the library will reopen on Monday, seeing the 8am school bus go by, getting an appointment with my hairdresser and making a note on the calendar as a reminder that face to face ’book club’ is startIng again next week. 😊😊
Like noticing the effect a week of pleasant sunny dryish days had on the roses. A bush overloaded with buds turned into a mass of delicious looking blooms.
Like gathering up remnants of a winter spent elsewhere. Reminders of places visited where little complimentary essentials were supplied – definitely not a new happening (motels have done this for years) these (and more) happened to find their way into my bag.
Tiny soaps and single tea and coffee serves to pass on to a ’ hard up friend’ who welcomes anything that will help stretch her pension a little bit further.
But my biggest smile came from seeing the bread bag ’tie’ was made from cardboard and not plastic.
Not a new innovation here – I just happened to photograph this one 😊
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A Few Little Riddles To Think About
Question:- What is the beginning of eternity, the end of time and space , the beginning of every end and the end of every place?
Think about it…..
Question:- You can see me very clearly but I have no mass and when you put me in a barrel I make the barrel lighter. What am I?
Think about it….
Answer:- A hole
I’m not sure what you’ll make of this one…
No answer…..it’s just as I said.
(Think about 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
Book 4 Porter Sisters series
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It’s been a strange week here full of emotion and ‘words’ – I’m beginning to feel hemmed in and ‘restricted’ more so now than over the past weeks. Who knew that state Premiers not agreeing on when to open their borders, golf being allowed but choir singing not, farts and having sausages for dinner two nights in a row could be reasons for a war of words in our household.
There was one bright happening I’ll tell you about……and it appeared when I wasn’t even looking. Since the world blew up in our faces lots of my emails have remained unread…no interest – couldn’t be bothered – you name it, it just didn’t happen. Anyway trying to clear my head by clearing the inbox seemed like a good way to spend half an hour and that’s when I saw something that really put all this weeks rubbishy ‘stuff’ into the garbage bin where it belonged!
Sometimes I tell you about the things I knit 🙂
I give/donate them to Knit One Give One (aka KOGO) who then give to what they call community partners (We supply our items to over 280 Community partner organisations. These are Public Benevolent Institutions, charities and government agencies source) which means none of us knitters know where our gifts will end up or who will benefit from our ‘handwork’
September last year I mentioned that while we were in Bowen I’d been trying to use up odd left over half balls and how I’d been taking a bit of this colour and mixing with a bit of that…..hoping to end with some pleasant, what I call half and halves. See here for the end result – https://cranethie.com/2019/09/26/its-not-all-lying-around-in-the-sun-you-know/
OK back to the emails.
Look what I saw when I opened a recent newsletter. A delightful little one with a big smile on her face wearing a pink and grey raglan sleeved cardigan, pink stripes on the sleeve cuffs finished off with grey buttons. Certainly brought a smile to my face.
The sun has just come out to dry up some of the enormous amount of rain we’ve had over the past couple of days. Maybe some time in the garden is what I need…..then I can pick up the needles again 🙂