I suppose it is because it is so hot here, I keep thinking about the wonderful days I spent with my BFJ, (Best Friend J,) when we first went to the Southern City to live, on the way to our 'further travels'.
As it happened our 'Further Travels ', did not really eventuate. I think we both fell under the spell of that Southern City, & I know, even though we both fell in love with our future husbands, that was not the magic involved in our initial love affair with the beautiful Southern City, that is Christchurch.
It was, in those early days, of the 60s, a beautiful city. It was the beginning of 'The Rest of Our Lives'.
We had completed a season Apple picking in the Orchards of Neslon, & the wider district. We had journeyed to Christchurch for an Easter Long weekend. We had loved what we initially saw of the city.
When our Apple adventures ended we journeyed, along with many other 'Seasonal Workers' to Christchurch, which was the mecca, in those days, for the seasonal workers, at the end of the fruit Season.
The scramble was on for jobs, accomodation, & mostly survival, in a winter that seemed to be particularly harsh, to those of us from Northern climes, & no doubt, even harsher to the Aussie population among us!
The city itself had a magic which had nothing to do with the laconic & mysterious young local men we met.
There was the breathtakingly beautiful river, which wound it's way through the center of the city. The majestic seeming Cathedral Square, with the huge Cathedral dominating, & all the scurry & hurry occurring beneath it's awesome presence.
We remained in touch with friends made during our Apple Picking era. We made new friends. We obtained jobs we felt no obligation to, & 'fooled' our way through those jobs, as we explored the wonders of the Southern City.
We found 'Hovel' accomodation, moved 'up', to slightly better living quarters. We met our future husbands. But that fact was unknown to us at first meetings. Gom hates this fact, but he called upon me every night for a week before I went out with him!
Still, the magic of the city enthralled us, BFJ & I, & we sampled some of the pubs, & the Inner city bars, filled with fakes & posers, as they were. We met true friends, we met our futures.
This is a view of the Alps from the Sign of the Takahe. A scene of some terror for my BFJ. She was taken there, one dark night, & told the story of the girls who had murdered the mother of one of the teenage girls!*She began to believe this might be her last night of life. Luckily, she was returned to safety.
A view of the Avon River, which is truly one of the beauties of this Southern City. The Autumn magic is hard to picture, but oh, the wonderful cold nights, filled with woodsmoke. I guess that is no more, but in our young days it was a part of it all.
The wonderful leaves that fell in great curdles in the Park. The wonderful amber colours, the crisp crunch of them, as we dashed, running madly though the great swatches of them, curling & crisp, though dying, but so wondrous to behold, & enjoy!!
Friday, November 30
I suppose it is because it is so hot here, I keep thinking about the wonderful days I spent with my BFJ, (Best Friend J,) when we first went to the Southern City to live, on the way to our 'further travels'.
Thursday, November 29
"What the bl**dy hell is that noise??"
"Doesn't the owner of that
Fecking sodding machine, know he needs a damn good r**ting, for subjecting us to that ungodly damned din??!!"
Shouted at high volume through, or near, an open window, at the height of the din.
"Shut up!! You need some unnamed bleeping punishment for that racket!!
There is no way the man with the machine could have heard that! Could they??
fecking sudden downpour of earth-stinking rain, drowns out all thought!
I am always mindful of the dirt from the interior farms, blown into the air, & raining down on our coastal greenness. I hope that is not what the earthen smell means!
The smashed glass, which has shattered on tiles in the laundry, has to be cleaned up with
willing, cheerful surly, menacing, cooperation from the Gom. What do you mean? Are you implying I am pissed in the laundry?? A preposterous LIE!!
While the dogs try to run rampant through glass shards on tiles. The glass was empty- heh heh, thank goodness, we didnt waste a drop of the delicious white!
The humidity is so 'close', I feel it's touch on my whole body! I could just sit here, & drown in this ghastly sweat ridden reality that is supposedly, the joy, of living in Coastal New South Wales.
Who will preserve my sanity this summer?????
Niel Diamond, Song Sung Blue.
Look at Honey. She likes to keep me company, while I am in here blogging & sewing. There is little sewing being done these days, but she still follows me.
I made her this cushion, & both dogs share it.
Yesterday, Honey had a bath, & a partial hair cut. I say partial, because she gets very stressed, & will only let me clip about half of what I need to.
She is very reluctant to face the camera. I suspect she doesn't care for the flash. I did my best to get a picture of them both facing the camera, but these were the results.
Leo obliged, while Honey looked down the stairs.
Then Honey looked up, & Leo turned away.
Posted by meggie at 11/29/2007 09:49:00 a.m.
Tuesday, November 27
Not Jade in a good way.
Jade, as in "Jaded".
Perhaps it is the weather?
We have had more rain. The garden looks quite green. Even the stumps of the grass might be attempting to grow back.
Is it dinnertime yet??
I think this is a Draecena. It came in a pot, looking very sickly. We planted it in the front garden, & it has 'reached for the sky'. Well, it has had to, because the surrounding growth has made it somewhat crowded.
Monday, November 26
There is a New Order about to be impressed upon Australia.
It would seem the voters made it quite clear, they had had absolutely enough of the old order. Perhaps the icing on the cake is the fact that the past "Leader" has been voted out of his own electorate.
I have personal likes & dislikes. I tend to be very cynical about politicians in general. It seems to me, a lot of them start out with lofty ideals, & high morals. As they evolve, the edges become blurred, the shape changes, and often, the morals, & ideals are tailored to fit the circumstances, once office is gained.
I well remember Bob Hawke's triumphant ride to victory. We were newly arrived in this country, to live. We knew a little of the politics, but not a lot. We knew that Malcolm Fraser was voted out, on a tide of hatred, much like the one which has voted John Howard off.
My private opinion of Bob Hawke was how vain a man he was. I never changed that opinion, but I did not necessarily dislike the man, for his politics, or even his vanity. I did not like his private persona regarding his wife & family, but take much of the media hype with grains of salt. Not knowing the people personally, how could I judge.
My favourite for sheer wit & charm, & intellect- to me anyway,- was Paul Keating. He gave me many laughs. He tended to arrogance, or that was how he was percieved, & I was a lone voice among my family & friends, who actually admired the man. Again, who knew about his private life.
In the days before I had given up the TV, I watched & listened to Kevin Rudd. He used to feature on a morning news programme & would debate various newsworthy items with his counterpart, Joe Hockey. I came to really like & admire Kevin Rudd. I also liked Joe Hockey, though I have noticed he seems to have changed in ways I am not quite so keen about.
He has a young family, Joe. I always feel very sorry for the families of politicians. The insults & the hurtful comments that get thrown about. In New Zealand, the daughter of a Politician worked for us, at the Inner City Hotel. She had 3 brothers, & all the family suffered for their father's involvement in politics. It was in the era of Muldoon's government. The wife was expected to go & live in Wellington, which she hated. The youngest son never forgave his mother for abandoning him, & sending him to boarding school. The wife hated the public eye. She told us she had married a farmer, & all she wanted was to be a farmer's wife. Not some wife posing for silly photos, & trying to fill her days on 'good works' she was ordered to take up. She was expected to give up her own life completely, on the oders of Muldoon. It was not generally Government policy, but it was Muldoon's policy. I won't say more, but it certainly destroyed that family.
I still like & admire Kevin Rudd. I wish him well. I congratulate him.
It will be an interesting journey to watch his evolution. I am sure there will be an evolution, as it is inevitable. It comes with the territory. Some politicians seem to manage to evolve in ways that are good. They appear to grow, & improve like a good wine.
Good Luck Kevin.
A New Order.
We are told there is another week of rain to come. It has cleared to steamy blue with clouds thus far.
The impending rush for Christmas just fills me with dread, & I have been trying to avoid all thoughts of it.
We had an outing to a Leagues Club yesterday, for a change of pace. I am not really interested in poker machines. They just gobble up perfectly good fabric money!
But Gom likes a flutter now & then. I like to watch the other players. I slyly watch their 'techniques'.
The lighting was dim, & groups of a few machines are placed about, to decieve. So it doesn't appear that really, the Pokies are what it is ALL about.
Since the new non smoking in pubs & clubs came into force, there are lounges outside the edges of the Clubs. These are for the smokers to drift off out into, & feed their addiction. There are no Pokies out there, & though they are sheltered, one side is open to fit the law. Addicts can be seen sliding in &out of the doors to the Zones. Some have painted glass, so the smokers can not be observed, but some have slatted windows & the smokers can be freely viewed enjoying their 'poison'.
I watched a man playing a large machine, with Chinese symbols. Not sure what it was all about, but I was fascinated with the man's rituals. When the machine had a payout, he would rush away from the machine, as if his prescence would stop the amount of payment. Once it had stopped playing it's idiot music, he would advance back, & hit it slyly up from the side, then sneakily press the play button. As if it wasn't really him, that had done it. I watched him again & again. He had a series of rituals he indulged in. He varied them according to some pattern known only to him, & he really did entertain me.
He had about 6 differing methods of striking the play buttons. These involved different fingers, hands, positions of his body, & differing time intervals. He actually seemed to have quite a few collects from the machine, but I think he was gradually feeding the money back into the machine at the same time. I suspect, had we not been close, he may have had incantations he would use aloud, also, judging by the way his mouth was working.
There are various lounge chairs scattered about, with tables & people can just sit, if they choose. I cannot understand why these people must use their mobile phones, for interminable, loud converstaions. They whine on & on, & it all seems trivial & pointless. Why waste money? Why not visit the person? Why not stay home & phone them, if a visit is out of the question.
Then, they put the person on the other end, onto some loud speaker feature! A disembodied squawking can be heard, not quite distinct enough to catch every word, but about every 4 out of 6, & you are left with this feeling of rage, as your aural space is being invaded, against your wishes. Aurally Raped!
We have all heard the urban myth, about the mother who is so exasperated by her tantrumming (Is that a word??) toddler, that she just gives in, & gets down on the floor right beside the little darling, & screams, bangs her heels up & down & refuses to get up.
Well, that is how I feel when I see people on mobile phones, bellowing inane crap into my space. I want to rip the phone out of their hands & bellow at them. I want to shout down the phone to their hapless caller, or callee, & tell them how bloody boring their lives must be!!
But anyone observing me, would not know these thoughts are boiling away behind the benign smile. The polite glance. I just hope the day doesn't come when I develop Alzheimers, & I do just as I feel.
Jeff Buckley, Hallelujah
Posted by meggie at 11/26/2007 07:32:00 a.m.
Saturday, November 24
We have had rain. More rain. Yet more rain. We are not complaining. Rain is good.
We are told, that the rain is landing in catchment areas, so we are hopeful of filling dams. This is largely in New South Wales. I dont believe the Victorians are having such beneficence from the skies.
I recently watched a programme on the dreaded TV about a Citrus Orchardist, who was cutting down, & uprooting his beautiful Orange groves. Because of the drought, they were not allowed enough water to maintain the trees. They could buy water, at an enormous cost, which was far too prohibitive to sustain, either their fruit trees or their livelihoods. I could have wept as I watched this proud man, destroy the work begun by his father, who planted the wonderful trees.
The price they could get at market was the same price they had been getting for 7 years. The markup at Coles, Woolworths etc, was 2000% ! Yes, two thousand percent markup on what they paid the grower.
Then there was all the produce they couldnt sell. It was not the 'desired size'. There were large oranges, smaller oranges, all delicious fruit. All perfect. But they did not fit the size mould, required by the Supermarkets.
Crikey! Think about that! There may be a day coming soon, to a venue near you, when you wont fit the size requirement! You may not fit the colour requirement either! You may be too tall, too short. Too thin, too fat. Too sweet, too sour. Too wrinkled, too smooth. Your navel may be the wrong shape!! Or, like some oranges, you may have none!
What the Hell is the world coming to, when imperfect is null. Nature does not make "perfect" very often. Nature has a place for imperfect. A place for all shapes, all colours, all sizes, all creatures. Nature, basically, is all about imperfect.
What are we teaching our children, when all they see is uniform fruit, vegetables, loaves of bread, buns, biscuits, cuts of meat. Neat fillets of fish. Eggs, all of a uniform weight. Turkeys, neatly sized to suit every gathering.
Is this society encouraging individual beings.. or shaping,
in sinister ways, little monsters, who will be future huge monsters for convenience of 'law & order', a society of sheep who will conform, & obey, & bow down to Authority.
I could carry this post on & on. Suggest the fruit be bought for other uses. Suggest educating people to accept the slightly over/undersized. The 'wrong' colours.
Then again, if we can't accept peoples of the world in all these variations, I suppose that is the ranting of a fool. The dream of an idiot.
I cannot help but think, about times of war. People would give anything for fruit- of any shape or size.
I am sure there are better minds than mine, who ponder these matters. I am sure there are many, who could offer some reasons for all of this.
Who will offer any solutions... or is it too late?
Perhaps the rain has turned my thoughts dark. Who knows.
I keep thinking of a friend who went off to some 'Exhibition' & came to visit me, on her return. She was all excited, & presented me with a gift she had got for me. She told me, "I saw this, & knew it would be perfect for you".
On opening the gift, I was speechless, & not in a good way.
Has that ever happened to you?
I looked at the item, buckled & bent as it was, from the packaging, a creation of twisted wire & 'gem stones'.
I stuttered, "I don't know what to say!" It was true. I was so touched that she had thought of me.
I was fond of her. We shared many things in common. I just could not understand why she would have chosen such an item for me.
I felt so awful I got tears in my eyes. I just could not understand what part of me, she thought she had seen in the item.
As I hugged her, & thanked her, I just felt wretched.
We lost touch with each other when she moved to another State. I still wonder why she chose that particular object. I still feel guilty when I think of how I viewed it.
Has this ever happened to you?
Has this turned into a "Frog & Toad are Friends" post??
(My daughter knows exactly how I feel about this. She felt the same.)
All was not doom & gloom today. We got some bargain books!
10 books for $5!! Too cheap not to buy, as American friend used to say!
two books for me, as I still have not read Memoirs of a Geisha, nor God of Small Things. The others, I have a feeling I have read Patricia Cornwell, but I will try it, in case I have missed it. And I will read Good Morning Midnight, as I always enjoy Dalziel & Pascoe.
These 3 books made up the numbers. We had only 7 books so I decided to get these to add to my craft library. After all, a girl can never have too many quilt books, right?
Nor too many Knitting stitches, or Embroidery ideas!
Friday, November 23
Today is my BB's 61st Birthday. This time last year, I was over in New Zealand, celebrating his 60th birthday, with family & friends.
I took this photo whilst we were visiting an Aunt.This is a more recent photo, taken in May this year, of my BB, my Uncle G, & a Beloved Cousin, who is the son or our Beloved Aunt, sister of our father, & Uncle G. The occasion was the 90th Birthday of our Uncle.
These next two photos are of our Great Great Grandparents farm. I think this is the one that our Great Grandfather was disinherited from, because he got the servant girl, our Great Great Grandmother, pregnant, & duly married her, against his family's wishes.
Thursday, November 22
This is today's surly beginning. The 'dew point' I hear them mention must be very high, as the chairs on the balcony were quite wet. It is oppressively warm, & there are storms predicted. Yesterday was clear & fine, until late in the day, when we had thunder & a passing electrical storm.
The clear blue skys, & strong sunlight, pouring down upon the mourners following the hearse for the interment, seemed a fitting farewell to the Bride. She had been a valiant traveller in her life, enduring hardships, & working hard beside her Groom, with her children, through untimely deaths, of a son & a grandson.
She had been a lithe slip of a girl, a dancer. There was a photographic tribute to her, which was really nice. There had been the good times, when success came to the Bride & her Groom. In the end, their devotion to each shone true & bright. Her Groom nursed her to the best of his ability for five years, as her health faltered & failed. As was mentioned, she had not wanted to die, for she had loved life.
Gom & I walked away, as everyone began to leave. The grounds are very beautiful, with Rose gardens & neat rows of plaques. It is primarily a Crematorium Memorial Garden, but there are plots for burials, also. There are some lovely trees, allowing shade, & it is a serene place to visit, with a feeling of peace & tranquilty. (No, I don't have shares!)
The only times these days, that Gom wears a tie, seems to be for funerals. Our Granddaughter loves to see her beloved grandfather in a tie. So I took his photo for her. I asked him to smile, but he felt this was good enough!
As we made our way back towards the carpark, we slightly miscalculated, & had to detour!
Crossing a small bridge, I happened to see a water dragon (?)lizard, resting in the sun, on a piece of wood in the brackish water of the stream.
Wednesday, November 21
It has been hellishly hot here the past few days. Sticky & enervating.
We have had SG 2 days in a row. Not such a long day yesterday, but he manages to pack such a lot into his days! He did some clever constructions, then he went off to investigate what Gom was doing.
Gom happened to be shaving the balance of the stumps of what used to be the lawn, with the mower. So SG stopped to assist. I has slathered him in sunblock, & checked over the fence to see he had his hat on.
"Nanna, I love you!" a voice called up through the fern tree.
"I love you too!" calls Nan.
When they came back upstairs, I was using the computer.
SG came in, to investigate, & this is what he siezed upon.
"What is this in here for, Nanna?"
"That is my back scratcher"
Eyes widen in disbelief. "No it's not! I belongs in the kitchen."
"I know, but it makes a good back scratcher."
Gravely, "But Nanna, there are 'back germs'!"
Nanna can't help laughing.
And then, he tries it out. "You know Nanna, it does make a good back scratcher!"
Some friends had visited on Saturday, & L had used the computer. When she came out she said "Er, I have to ask, why is the pasta spoon on the computer desk?" I told her it was my back scratcher. I am still having issues with my skin problem, & am the point of madness. I have clawed pieces of skin off various locations, & must get back to Dr. Just give me time!
I took this photo last evening. I like the way the sun struck the Jacarandas. It was late, around 5pm. The leaves on our palm look almost golden.
This I took on Sunday evening. The sun was setting & I tried to capture the fierce red glowing patch low on the horizon. My camera is not very powerful, but it still managed to capture some of the effect. I could have cropped more off the top, but I rather like the ripple effect of the clouds.
Monday, November 19
I am such a lucky person! Two days in a row!
Recently, I won a prize in a draw, by the lovely Julia, of Camille's Place .
Julia kindly let me know I had won, & notified me when she posted my prize.
Julia is in Western Australia, & we are on the East Coast. I think the parcel has taken a week to get here, but what a wonderful treat, when it arrived today!!
I was so thrilled. When I opened the generous gifts I was just amazed! Julia sent me one of her wonderful notebooks, with a beautiful cover she works. A lovely Cameo in the centre, with beautiful ribbon roses, & lovely lace with bead work. I just love it!
Here is another view, when I first opened the package, taken outside. I am not sure which is closest to the actual colours, but trust me, I love the fabrics & will now be searching for something to showcase the lovely selection.
We have had SG for the day. He was very good, & spent some time on construction matters. He was making it "Perfancy". When it wasn't perfancy, it was "Perfecto".
He spent quite bit of time with me, chatting away, making houses, & furniture to go in the house, telling the story of his constructions. Then Gom decided he was going out to do some pottering in the garden- the front garden, thank goodness! SG was off like a shot, in case he could 'help'. All hatted up, against the exetremely hot sun, they did some trimming of unruly plants. The delighted stream of chatter is such a happy sound.
They came inside, hot, & tired & stayed downstairs where the temperature is about 10 degrees cooler. I heard a small voice saying "Giddyup giddyup giddyup giddyup..... etc etc. Finally I heard him tell his grandfather to say Giddyup. Gom replied, "But I am the horse! Horses don't say Giddyup." "Oh, I forgot"
SG had his lunch, which today, he insisted was, "Whackaroni Cheese!" laughing away. We went back downstairs where he had the curtain pulled & it was dim & cool. He went & got some candles, pretended to light them & said it was "Romantic & Cosy".
Then he ran around the room & said "The winds of change have blown the candles out!" & gathered them up & put them away. I was stunned. I have no idea where he got that expression, but I suppose it might be from some of his DVD viewing.
His mother arrived to take him home, & he was rather upset to discover his sister was working, & would not be home this evening. He really does miss her when she is not there. She spent the weekend staying with friends, & he missed her. His father is currently on night shift, so he sleeps all day, & works all night. He told me his stomach seems to be ok, so that is good. We still dont really know what was wrong with him, but he seems fine now.
Enya, Marble Halls
Sunday, November 18
This will be a somewhat hasty post. I have been busy, & there doesn't seem to have been much spare time. Life has been getting in the way!
Firstly, I would like to thank you all for your kind thoughts for us since the death of the Bride. I know that it really is a blessing. All who loved her, feel it is a kindness. It is easy to be selfish when thinking about the death of a loved one, or a friend. Grief is largely a selfish emotion. It is pity for self at the going of another, more than a thought for the release of the life that has lost it's joy & pleasure. Once health is gone, it is very hard to struggle to 'Live'.
I know it was a daily agony for the Groom, to watch his loved wife struggle for her every breath. He is lucky in the fact that though he is in his 70s, he still has his work to fall back upon. His Bride always said he would never retire. He is very good at what he does, & since it is his lifes work & passion, he doesn't regard it as work. What a truly "Good" man he is.
Marja Of Dutch Corner awarded me this lovely Friendly Site Award, which she designed herself. Thank you Marja, it is very pretty. It came just when I needed some flowers to cheer me.
I would really like to pass this along to everyone on my fav blogs list! I cannot limit it to one.
On quit another tack here, Jelly of JellyHead Rambles, wished me well, & hoped that something really lovely would happen to me today- or maybe she left the comment yesterday. Well, Jelly I think it did happen!!!
As some of my regular readers may know, I am keen on Garage sales, when & if we can go. Yesterday we went off to several, without any real expectations, & little in the way of exciting finds. I did get a book, & Gom found several. I am always on the lookout for fabric 'treasures'.
Our son had said he would like a juicer, if we came upon one, & as it happened, yesterday we found a beauty, - for $5! An excellent brand & barely used!
Friends of ours, who quite often go out to Garage sales too, had gone off to farewell their daughter at Sydney Airport. Daughter is going to Japan for 2 months as an exchange student, so she was very excited, & as she is only 15, it seems a long way for one young girl to go, all alone, although there was another girl travelling with her.
Later in the afternoon they called around to see us, & I mentioned that I wouldn't mind going out again this morning, as there were a few sales on today. Our friend L said she would like to come with us, so off we went early.
Nothing much to be found, but L got a book she had long wanted, in new condition for $1. I got some Stickle Bricks for SG. He loves to play with them, & these had figures with them. Thinking that was our lot, we had one more to call into.
I looked at all the items on display & thought, seeing it was the second day of the sale, they must have had an awful lot of goods to sell!
My Beloved Brother collects small Japanese carvings called Netsuke. They are very precious & can also be very expensive. I dont know a lot about them. I happened to see a small figurine thing, & it was standing on a small Chinese stand. I felt the stand didnt belong with the small carved looking object, but asked the vendor how much they were. She said "Oh one dollar". So I purchased it, thinking it might make for an interesting little object for my brother to have.
I took some pitiful photos & sent them off to him via email. He emailed me back to tell me the object is 'magic' & almost certianly a genuine Japanese Netsuke!
You can't imagine who thrilled I was to find such an object for my brother. It is possibly quite valuable, so I am so happy I found it. It really made my day.
A front view, which doesn't do the charming little face justice!
Friday, November 16
This is one of Mrs Nice Neighbour's new gardens. I think it is lovely. She said the little church is pottery. I don't know where she finds her little figures, but I know she shops around, & keeps her eyes open for any little treasures, to use in her gardens.
I had another post planned for today. It has been very oppressive & so humid & hot. I even had a doze this afternoon.
We had to have the carpet adjusted in some places, so the carpet man arrived, & dealt with the problems.
Our Daughter J had some problems from work, so she called in to tell us the state of play there, & spent quite some time just talking. It is always nice to see her.
I later had a phone call from her, to say SG wanted to talk to me. His news was that he had got a bee sting on his thumb. He said he had cried, & it hurt. He told me they put Honey on the sting! Some Mother had said that would be the thing to do. That was a new one for me, I have never heard that.
Thankfully he doesn't seem to be allergic. His mother is very allergic, & so am I.
All day, I kept expecting the Groom to call in. Every time the dogs barked, I waited for a call. He had told us on Thursday, that the Bride was in a very poor state, & was not expected to improve much. She had such a determined spirit, & he had been told she might recover from this bout, but of course the end was inevitable.
He called in around 4pm, to let us know she peacefully passed away this afternoon around 1.30pm. He said it was sooner than the Dr had thought, but it was peaceful & really a blessing.
As I looked at his sad face, I felt so sorry for him. He has been a faithful & wonderful husband to his Bride. He was so proud & happy at their 50th Wedding Anniversary party. She was so excited, & happy & proud.
I have blogged about them previously. I am too tired to find the posts tonight. I wonder how he will manage now. He has spent so much time with her these past months, bringing her home daily, when he could. Sitting with her when she was too ill to bring home.
Thursday, November 15
We have had SG for most of the day. He arrived very early this morning.
Still in his jamas, hungry.
"Don't worry Mum, I can have breakfast at Nanna's."
"Are you going to get dressed?"
"No, I can get dressed at Nanna's. I will get my slippers."
Sitting at the table, eating his cereal.
"Nanna, I really love you!"
"I love you too, SG!"
Later, sitting side by side, Nanna & SG.
"Nanna, are you going to get more stitches?" touching my face.
"No, SG, I have had the stitches out now." (Stitches from biopsy)
"But you will need some more Nan, you have all these cracks. They will need stitches."
Nanna muffles some laughs!
"Nanna, your hands have got old. They used to be new hands, but now they are old- see?"
Nanna looks at SG's new hands, & kisses them. His 'new' little face is such a delight. Kiss his little soft cheek.
His 'new' pale skin. His eager mind, so keen to learn all about everything.
SG had his lunch, Macaroni Cheese- what else? He ate it outside with an audience of Leo & Honey. And Nanna had her lunch beside him. An English Muffin. Nanna find bread upsets her.
Most of his afternoon hours were spent with Gom. His little voice piping away, as he made "Potions, to put you to sleep!"
A few fart jokes were giggled about, out on the balcony, so Nanna couldn't hear.
After all that is such a male thing! What else could a Nanna expect!
SG delightedly leapt up & down the balcony. Nanna wisely stayed inside. Heights scare the sh!t out of me!! I can't bear to watch him standing beside the rail, peering down.
His mother came, bristling with tension from a work meeting. He gave her healing hugs, so glad to see her. He kissed us good bye. Hugged us. Blew us kisses as they drove away.
Calling loudly, "I LOVE you!!"
I have lashed out this evening, & had 2 glasses of wine!
David Gray, My oh my.
Wednesday, November 14
From tight enclosure,
A reluctant release.
As if, like a mother,
it wishes not,
to free the blossom,
that is her child.
Please excuse my blush,
As I reproduce.
I know it is time, & right & meet.
But still I fail to see
Why my heart should have to blush.
Tuesday, November 13
Recently some family & friends were having a discussion about this & that, in the way the conversations go.
I think the discussion began when we were comparing television programmes, that had initially been introduced by British Television, then 'stolen' or copied by American Television.
Several of us were saying we had preferred the British originals. Over the years there have been quite a few.
The only one that springs to mind at present is, "Till Death us Do Part" which starred Warren Mitchell, & the American copy was "All in the Family" with Archie Bunker.
Conversation moved along, & I mentioned that America now had the London Bridge.
This comment was greeted with derision, & laughter. Everyone assured me I was mistaken, & of course England had not sold London Bridge. I was equally adamant I was right. I remembered that 'Bread' had written a song about it., called, appropriately enough, "London Bridge"
I had declared I would look it up on the Web. Then forgot all about it. I happened to remember it this morning, when another matter of 'slight dispute' came up, & so I looked it up.
Imagine my triumph when I came across the truth, & so I have posted this picture with a link here.
Some days you can't possibly win an argument with a man, & so the best thing is to forget about it. I couldn't, so I have posted about it instead!
Last evening I decided spend some
I don't know if it just me, or if anyone else has noticed, that most of the recent televisual
One poor girl Nadine Garner, had to stand, attempting to show a range of emotions & thoughts that only a contortionist would be capable of. She flared her nostrils, rolled her eyes, raised the eyebrows to differing heights, sniffed a little, ... all the while, not frowning, not smiling & certainly not laughing at the ludicrous range of facial tics she is developing as a result of all the angst ridden close-up takes.
If that poor chap, Aaron Pedersen, has to spend many more episodes scowling, he will be a very wrinkled man at the end of the series! As to the curl of the lip, in snarl mode... well, I suppose plastic surgery is always an option for actors. The only 2 I see in a favourable light are Noni Hazlehurst, & the man off 'Thank God Your'e Here'. Shane Bourne*. Sorry to keep overseas readers in the dark here, & I am hopeless at actors names! Dont get me wrong, I am not really knocking Oz actors, I just think they could do with a little less 'directing'?
It seems to me to be a general trend, as all the American, & rather a lot of British TV I have watched lately, tend to dwell too long on the faces of the characters- IMHO. Even 'Judge Deed' series, is a little inclined to spend a bit too long in close-ups of faces.
In the case of young females, one could conclude perhaps the cameraman, or perhaps the director might be smitten with her, therefore eager to soak up her gorgeous face. But surely not every cameraman is thusly smitten, not every director swooning at the sight of his -oft times, minor- female actor.
Bread, London Bridge.
Edited to add;
Monday, November 12
Yesterday was our daughter's 38th Birthday. A frightening thought. How did all those years pass so quickly. How did that little girl with the blonde hair, grow into this adult, with dark hair, & such a soft heart.
She was our 'baby,' the last of our children to be born. She has always been 'mum's girl'. She is one of my best friends.
She can be impatient with children, but has all the patience in the world for elderly people. She is gifted in her rapport with old people, & even the grouchiest respond to her over time.
Here are her two 'babies'. Her 18 year old daughter, & her 5 year old son. As you can see they adore each other. He is a lucky little boy. It is like he has 2 mothers. He is so proud of "My Sister."
Posted by meggie at 11/12/2007 10:04:00 a.m.
Saturday, November 10
'"We must be cousins!" said Hutu'