Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Bonus Post! and it's a poem, but not written by me

Alas, poor Yorrick, I knew him well,
What he died of is hard to tell.
Something he ate must have caused his demise,
Just what it was may be a surprise

Was it meat or fish, that fatal dish?
Eggs or chicken, milk or cheese?
Sprays on the veg, or bugs in the water?
Salmonella in poultry, diseased cattle at slaughter?

Perhaps it was brown bread, the latest of threats,
He did seem so healthy, we'd best hedge our bets,
The post mortem will tell at the end of the day,
Just what it was that took him away.

Till then perhaps best not to eat or drink
As we could also be on the brink
Of a fate just like his, the unfortunate fellow
And die of a fever, be it black, green or yellow.

They've done the post mortem
'Twasn't food irradiation,
He'd heard all the reports,
And died of starvation!

(another one copied from who-knows-where and saved in the old envelope)

Friday, August 26, 2016

Wednesday's Words on a Friday

On Wednesdays, assorted people have been taking monthly turns at putting up a selection of words which is called “Words for Wednesday”.
We have taken over this meme from Delores, who had been having computer problems.
This month the meme continues here, at Hannah’s blog.
Essentially the aim is to encourage us to write.   

Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or images.   What we do with those prompts is up to us:  a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or treating them with ignore...
Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog.  We would really like it if as many people as possible joined in with this fun meme.
If you are posting on your own blog - let us know so that we can come along and read your masterpiece.
I’m hopeless at poetry so I always do a story.

It’s a fun challenge…why not join in?

This week's words are:
1. fireflies
2. checkered
3. whistling
4. solemn
5. thermos
6. sliver

and this image, which I haven't used:

Here is my story:

Belinda's face was solemn as she stared through the window at the tiny sliver of moon, barely visible between the stormy clouds rolling in. She hadn't seen any stars tonight, and soon enough even the moon would be gone. It would likely rain well before bedtime and she looked forward to the downpour.
It would match her mood perfectly. 

She turned back to the ironing board and began smoothing the pile of checkered tablecloths and napkins. 
The "Hoe-Down" style reception had been a huge success, with hay-bale seating around the dance floor, the band and square dance caller, the checkered cloths on all the little round tables, lit by hurricane-style lamps such as might be found in a barn way out in the country.

The ironing finished, she moved down the hallway to pack all the napery back into the boxes supplied by her daughter Abby's catering company.  Sebastian and Abby would be coming before lunch the next day to collect them. 

Returning to the kitchen, Belinda poured the last glassful of punch from the thermos she'd saved it in, and listened to the wind as it rose, whistling around the eaves and across the porches. It was still summer, but there would be no fireflies out tonight.

Tears pooled in Belinda's eyes and began to trickle down her cheeks. The house felt so empty now, so quiet.
Chrissy had been the last child and had left on her honeymoon with Steve as the reception began winding down.
A new stage in Chrissy's life was beginning, and here at home, a new stage was beginning for Belinda too.
She allowed herself this one night to feel down, to feel alone, to cry a little. 

Tomorrow, the search would begin for a smaller home and a real estate agent to put this big five bedroom place on the market.


Thursday, August 25, 2016

how big is your cat?

I've just attempted to measure Angel, who is sprawled across my table.
He wasn't completely stretched out, more relaxed, and had his tail curled around too; but roughly, from nose to bum he is a smidge under 60cm, then add his tail which is a bit over 30 cm.

Earlier I saw him standing at attention by the big flowerpot and noticed his ears were above it by about 5cm, so I went out later to measure that distance. When standing with head held up listening, from ground to ear tip, Angel is close to 40cm high. I'm not sure about ground to shoulder measurement.

No wonder he takes up so much space when he is stretched across my bed or table.

Thursday Thoughts # 96

quotes from who-knows-where
(I found the notes in an old envelope when clearing out stacks of old magazines)

When I was a kid I thought grown-ups never 
worried about anything
I figured that once you grew up
you automatically knew what to do
in any given scenario
I don't think I'd have been in such a hurry
to get to adulthood
If I'd known the whole thing was going to be ad-libbed.

Recipe for a Dream
Take one dream. Dream it in detail.
Put it in your own hands. See its final outcome
clearly in your mind. Then mix it with a little effort and add
a generous portion of self-discipline. Flavour it with a wholesome
pinch of ambition. Stir briskly with confidence until the mixture becomes
clear, the doubt separated from the resolution.
Then bake at an even temperature until the dream rises and is firm to touch.
Decorate with individuality. Cut into generous portions and serve with justifiable
pride.  Approached in this manner, life is a piece of cake. 

I've been trawling around the real estate sites, as I do, and I found this>>

Maybe I'm being too fussy,  but shouldn't a bathroom get cleaned before a photo is taken? 
I sincerely hope this isn't the cleaned version.

At the other end of the scale>>

how sweet is this wall decoration in a little boy's room?

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Angel update

You'll all be pleased to hear that Angel's claw wound is completely healed and the hair is beginning to grow back over it.

Yesterday I witnessed him hissing like a wild cat at his 'friend' from across the driveway, when the friend wanted to join him on our front porch.

Usually they will share the sunny porch, but stay at opposite ends, so I think perhaps B was the one who lost his claw in Angel's shoulder.

Whimsical Wednesday # 241

Welcome back to Whimsical Wednesday!

The day for your googled giggle that gets you over the hump that is Wednesday and sliding down into the weekend.

"I feel sometimes the walls move..."
"Do you drink coffee?"

I think I've posted this one before.

Monday, August 22, 2016

Musical Monday #114

Musical Monday

I was introduced to Musical Monday by Delores who copied the meme from another site.

I think it’s a fun way to show off some of the music we like and brighten up our Mondays at the same time. 

I’ll be finding my clips on you tube, so will simply credit that site since there are often so many versions of everything and I wouldn’t want to accidentally credit the wrong artist.

Today’s clip is: Matraca Berg and friends

Back In The Saddle

same song, different video:

some mighty fine cowboys here :)