Positive, in the face of opposition..

It can be surprisingly difficult to remain positive.

One would expect to be greeted with help unlimited, if one should cry out for help.
Just to say, my lovely GP seemed almost worse off than I felt, is rather an understatement.

Who would you vote for, if given the choice. None of the current choices, I can say!!

I promised myself some positives, so here goes.

A soft pnk cloud behind a palm frond, would have been one of my dreams.. way back when....

I still get a minor thrill to realise this is the real life view from my balcony. It often does resemble Paradise.

This is a menace approaching. I was slightly amused at the sight of this gathering storm cloud. I rather expected it would evaporate and amount to nothing. Wrong!!

We  had a massive downpour, and it turned bitterly cold.

So, the positive, is this funny,, furry pic of Morty, sitting in a cardboard box, beside my seat, in the lounge.

I suspect he thinks he is invisible. He is so gorgeous, but also, very hostile if the mood
takes his fancy! I bear the bleeding scars of his 'love bites'!!

Sheryl Crow. Every Day is a Winding Road

A New Perspective.

I am trying to find one positive to add here, each day.

My positives are less than they were, as some of you know.

I am trying to counterbalance the weight.

So, my first attempt seems to be thwarted by the sodding picture down load feature! WTH??? Yesterday it was fine???

Ok, now my limited brain has allowed for the altered pic upload feature, that seems to be Blogger's latest challenge.

These are the colours of Paua Shell. I love the rainbow hues, and find them attractive in all manner of combinations. They are, truly, the colours of the Universe...the rainbows... the bubbles of childhood... life's free treats!.

When we were young, we stayed at Beach Baches, which in New Zealand, lots of people owned, or had access to use, for weekends spent at  beaches,  beside the sea. A Bach was sometimes a primitive dwelling constructed from old  tram carriages, Quonset huts and disused army huts. Disused bus shells were not unusual.
Often these dwellings were constructed from several of these, and were divided into the living/sleeping quarters and the cooking/eating quarters.

Cigarette smoking was the fashion of the day, and, of course, this necessitated ashtrays. These ashtrays were often in the form of polished Paua Shells, which were decorative, very long lived, and easily cleaned.

I regret that we have no Paua shell ashtrays from that era.
I do not regret having seen them, and enjoyed theirs wonderful colours

Whenever I see a rainbow, I am reminded of the wonderful colours of the Paua Shell.

Johnny Mathis - who could ask for more... if you are of my vintage, of course!

Happy Birthday Gom.

Gom is 74 today.
We had a Roast Pork with the usual suspects.
I think he had a nice day, though he felt unwell for much of the early part.

However, he did enjoy his dinner, and thankfully, we did not sing to him! Our voices have little to commend these days, and were never particularly melodious.

This is around when it all began, in November 1964.

A plump Meggie, & a jolly Gom, who was HUS (Highly Unsuitable Suitor) back in the day.

This was our wedding day, in 1966. By this time, there was a thin Meggie.

This was with our Granddaughter and Daughter approximately 1993

At a family gathering around 1996

This was taken with our Grandson, Xmas 2003.

We dont have any recent pics together. My best attempts to get some seem to have failed.

Latest health reports are positive in most areas. However his feeling would almost seem to belie the blood results.

Dusty Springfield, Wishing & Hoping. HUS would play this on the jukebox.... remember those??
Back in those faraway days, they had jukebox players in booths, in the local Cafes. Dust was big in the Sixties in New Zealand.