Back in a couple of weeks!

Tomorrow morning we will start our drive to Canberra to visit our older son, his wife and their little boy Euan The Wonder Kid......you will hear about our trip when we return!

Wherever you are and whatever you celebrate -

 - best wishes for a season full of peace and love!

Slowly getting back to normal here

Or what passes for normal in this household......

Some stitching has been taking place!  Nothing too exciting yet, just a block for my quilt group which is not yet finished.  Right now it's coffee o'clock,and I won't take anything other than water into my sewing room lest some unwanted fabric dyeing takes place.

On Thanksgiving in Toronto we went to Rosetta McClain Gardens, a short bus ride from where we were living.

 We had been past the gardens on previous visits and the weather was glorious, so we thought it was time for a visit.  Many family groups were having picnics and a lot of people like us were just wandering around enjoying the lovely day.  We even heard an Aussie bird voice - one local bloke had brought his pet cockatiel to the park on his shoulder!  It was Canadian born and raised, though, so it didn't understand our Aussie accents.  The Rose Garden had just about finished blooming but I managed to get a picture of the Julia Child rose in my blog header.

 The gardens overlook Lake Ontario where some yachts were sailing, it's not far from Bluffers Park Marina.

 Trees were just starting to colour.  The gardens are a popular spot for weddings and would make a very pretty setting.

 First time I ever attempted to photograph squirrels, and both pics turned out well!  They are not easy to capture in a picture, because squirrels move really really quickly.

 Canadians were surprised to find that Australia doesn't have squirrels.  To Aussies they are a novelty, I know they are rodents......but they are cute!

A very Canadian maple leaf.......fallen leaves make beautiful pictures.

The uke group has finished for the year.  We played our last gig at the music school Christmas party on Friday evening so now we have several weeks off until we resume our class.  We haven't heard if we will be playing during the country music festival next month - we have played the last two years.  Perhaps our moment of fame and glory has been and gone, never to be seen again.

The two cyclamen which our house sitter didn't quite kill are reviving nicely.  One is a few years old, and to tell the truth I'm surprised it hasn't gone before this with my not-always-tender ministrations!  The gardenia will be replaced but not until next month, as we will be away for a couple of weeks visiting our grandkid and his family.  After we come home we'll go plant shopping and pick a couple of plants for the empty pots, one of which held the late lamented gardenia and one which had been plantless for quite some time.

Grandkid Euan turns one next weekend, it certainly doesn't seem like a year since we had that phone call to tell us we were grandparents!  We will have a quiet Christmas here, just us two Olde Phartes, then go to Canberra a few days later.  Euan won't know or care if we are there for his birthday.......I suspect, being just one year old, that he will be more interested in wrapping paper and boxes than in the gifts they contain.  We have some Canadian picture books for him which, hopefully, he will enjoy when he's a little older.

"Remember that children are men and women in miniature, and though they should be allowed to act as children, still our dealings with them should be manly and not morose.  Remember also that every word, tone and gesture, nay, even your dress, makes an impression."

Well.......I shall endeavour to deal with Euan manfully, although I suspect it will not be easy.

Enjoy your days!

A first time for everything

While in Canada we chalked up many 'firsts', which just goes to show that, even at our advanced ages, we can still enjoy new experiences!

We visited the CN Tower for lunch, and very nice it was too.  While not the cheapest meal we ate in Canada it was very good.......I suppose the Tower restaurant is a showcase for local produce.  While up there my camera had a good workout.

You can see a very long way from that far up in the sky even on a cloudy day, but the cloud cover meant that photos didn't suffer from too much glare.  My fairly new camera seems to have done as I asked, the zoom certainly works.

The same day we saw our first live raccoon  strolling round downtown Toronto as though he/she owned the place (which it probably does), but missed the photo op due to traffic congestion......it's very busy downtown!

We saw our first real chipmunk while visiting with Rose Marie and Gilles, they are such cute little fellers!  We even helped feed it a few peanuts to help it through the winter.

We saw our first real live bison on a farm in eastern Ontario, like many people we had only seen them in western movies.  They are big fellers.  Quite large.  I can imagine that there would be many steaks on one bison.

On the food side, we tried poutine for the first time......it looks disgusting, but was really really nice because the gravy was very good.  We also tried deep fried brownie......interesting......done it now, probably don't need to do it again......and tourtiere, which is quite different to Aussie meat pies.  Kevin also tried a bison burger which he said was good.

And of course we really really enjoyed spending time with family and friends, and meeting new people and making new friends.  While in North Bay I sat in with the local ukulele group - that was such a fun night!  They meet in a local music store which was filled with tempting things, several of which came home with me.....no new instruments, though, just books and a couple of CDs of local performers, and a nifty light with two arms for my music stand.

Actually, quite a lot of 'loot' came home with me......loot for eating, for sewing, for wearing, and just for enjoying!

Most of the time the weather was amazing.  We had an occasional cold day and even a few really really cold days, but saw only a few snow pellets and not much rain.  We do have pics of the autumn colour, but fall colours weren't as glorious as three years ago.  We were told that summer had been mild and wet which affected the autumn colours, but even so they are much better than we have here.

Even those long plane trips weren't as nightmarish as the last trip.  On both legs we were lucky enough to have a row of three seats to ourselves, and I can definitely recommend valium as a sleep aid on the return trip.  There were only a few babies and small children on both trips and, fortunately for their fellow travellers, they settled easily.

Sadly our house sitter didn't work out as well as we had hoped - the house was still here when we arrived home, Bianca was well and happy, but we came home to several weeks' worth of tall weeds in the garden (obviously nothing had been touched while we were away) and some dead plants, including a treasured potted gardenia just outside the back door which should have been easy to care for.  Fortunately we had previously arranged for the lawn to be mowed every couple of weeks.  We have since had reports from our neighbours that, despite being asked not to do so, she brought her two dogs here.  She also ignored our neighbours and wouldn't even open the door to them; we have always had a good relationship with the other folk in our street and we want that to continue so, because of these and other things that have also come to light, we have decided to report her as unsuitable to the house sitting website, something we have never even thought of doing to previous house sitters.  As we had been let down with such short notice by our booked sitter we felt obliged to accept the first offer to our ad in case no one else offered and we did check references, but will be even more thorough in future.

If you write to the owners of the home where you are staying to ask can you bring your dog and the answer is "no, definitely no animals" then you don't go over their heads and bring in not one, but two of your own.  Perhaps the thought was "they're on the other side of the world, they will never know".  Rubbish......we talk to our neighbours, and we find things out.  I don't think we can be blamed for being a little snippy about this.

"The little civilities which form the small change of life may appear separately of little moment, but, like the spare pennies which amount to such large fortunes in a lifetime, they owe their importance to repetition and accumulation."

Exactly.  Civilities and manners, which means not ignoring a request.

Enjoy your days!

The wanderers have returned!

We had a wonderful time in Canada and wish we could have stayed longer......but just the same it was so good to sleep in our own beds, with our own pillows, last night.  Photos have yet to be downloaded from our cameras, but they will appear here in due course.

We even survived two long flights over shark-infested waters......

We'll be back in late November!

Our house sitter problem has been solved but something else has reared its head......airport security workers have been striking at international airports.  Not all day, just at busy times like 7 am to 9 am......guess when we will be going through the airport.......the day we fly, Wednesday, is supposed to be the last day of the strike.

When I am finally sitting up there in the flying tin box I am going to have a glass of wine, because my nerves will be so shot from dealing with problems and dramas and getting through the airport and onto the plane that I will probably need it, even though all sage advice says not to drink wine in a plane because it's dehydrating.  By then I will be so relieved to finally be airborne that I won't care.

Recently we had a visitor who sat on our back yard washing line and posed for us.

Kookaburras are quite handsome birds, aren't they?  This was taken from inside our house; he/she would probably have flown off had we gone outside with camera in hand.  We've been hearing them quite a lot lately - many local birds have been active, they are probably nesting.

Earlier today my two guitars and three ukes were packed in their cases and are now safely stowed until we come home.  The room looks very bare without them......my music books are packed away too, and my fingers are already itching to plink a note or two.

Sadly, I have come to realise that my Flower Basket blocks won't be making the trip with me!  When those six inch blocks were being assembled they were small enough to take anywhere, but now they are being joined into nine-patch blocks they are not so portable.  If I were to take just six of those with me that would be 54 small blocks so, reluctantly, they will have to stay home.  A mystery book will go in their place, but I shall keep an eye out in my travels for a small hand-work project.  Those blocks have kept me company through many long dreary hours of waiting in airports; when that project was started early in 2006 its purpose was to keep me company while we travelled, and it has been overseas four times.

Ah well.  Those blocks will still be waiting for me when we return.

"Never allow the servant, or the one who pours, to fill your glass with wine that you do not wish to drink.  You can check him by touching the rim of your glass."

I won't be checking anyone who is prepared to pour me my glass of wine on the flight, I will smile sweetly and say "thank you".

Enjoy your days!

We can all breathe a sigh of relief

We have a house sitter!  On Sunday a friend told me about a different web site which lists sitters and home owners, so I joined......and within half an hour had a reply from a local woman.  We met up with her the following day for coffee, we all liked each other, so we brought her here to meet Bianca and it was love at first sight on both sides.  Her references checked out, so next week she will be moving in to sit for us.

We are very relieved, because now we can enjoy our holiday without being so anxious that our house (and Bianca, of course!) will be looked after......which is good, because in just eight days we will be driving to the Big Smoke then, the following day, flying to Canada.

On our last trip I took what seemed to be a thousand million pics of autumn leaves.

 Just a few of many I took the day we visited Bayfield.

 We don't get glorious reds and golds like these!

My photograph-taking finger is already itchy......

Over the next week there will be washing to be done, the house to be cleaned, packing to be organised and a thousand and one things to be remembered.  If we forget something we will be able to buy it in Canada, it's not an isolated far-flung outpost of the empire, but there are a few special gifts that we don't want to forget.  By this time next week I hope to be pretty much organised, but if I'm not......why then, I'm not.

However next weekend I will be taking some time out from organising to attend my quilt group meeting, some relaxing sewing may be just what the doctor ordered.  There is also a quilt show on so a couple of hours on Sunday will be spent there......then back to packing.  This year I have no finished quilts to be exhibited but recently went through my stash of patterns and kits, resulting in many being donated.  The quilt show is an annual one run by a organisation supporting local folk who have cancer, so it's a worthy cause - my patterns and kits should bring in some money for them.  While I was sorting them out I decided that it was time to let them go even though I still liked them, because if I had really wanted to make them up I would have done so ages ago.  Some of the patterns have never been used, a few have been made but I don't need to keep them just in case I want to make them again.  It's time to be ruthless.

"Discretion in forming acquaintances.
While an acquaintance formed in a railway carriage or on a steamboat continues only during the trip, discretion should be used in making acquaintances.  Ladies may, as has been stated, accept small courtesies and favors from strangers, but must check at once any attempt at familiarity.  On the other hand, no man who pretends to be a gentleman will attempt any familiarity.  The practice of some young girls just entering into womanhood, of flirting with any man they may chance to meet, either in a railway carriage or on a steamboat, indicates low-breeding in the extreme.  If, however, the journey is long, and especially if it be on a steamboat, a certain sociability may be allowed, and a married lady or a lady of middle age may use her privileges to make the journey an enjoyable one, for fellow passengers should always be sociable to one another."

One can't help wondering what the author of this advice, given in 1885, would have thought of plane travel.

Enjoy your days!

In which we are feeling very stressed

A few days ago our house sitter, who was booked in early May, told us she was unable to sit for us due to a death in her family and associated dramas.  While I am sorry for her, she had already known for six weeks - six weeks! - when she finally deigned to inform us, and then only in reply to an email from us about the garden.  If we hadn't written to her first we are wondering when we would have been told......the day before she was due to arrive, perhaps?  Because of the late notice we hold out no hopes at all of getting a house sitter, so Bianca has been booked into Deb's cat holiday shack (she has holidayed at Deb's before and has coped well) and we are arranging for someone to mow the lawn and tidy up the garden.  Nearly eight weeks is a long time to leave the house unoccupied.

This has taken some of the pleasure out of our holiday, let me tell you.  We aren't fabulously wealthy and our home is our greatest asset, so we would like it to still be here when we return.  Added to that is the expense of Bianca's being boarded and garden maintenance (all of which would have been done by our sitter for free) and our holiday has just become a little more expensive.  Yesterday we were told about a local woman who house sits, we contacted her and she told us that she charges $35 a day - that's nearly three times what it will cost for Bianca's holiday!  Needless to say, we declined.

Is it any wonder I am feeling somewhat stressed?

Perhaps I should just take some of those amazing tablets the doctor prescribed for the flight, and just sleep away the time until we leave......they work really well, as I found out earlier in the week......

On a much happier note, last week my new jumper was finished.

In real life it's a little less blue and a little more purple than this.  Yarn is 100% alpaca from Bendigo Woollen Mills, bought many many years ago on our so far one-and-only trip to Bendigo, and is equivalent to Aussie 8 ply or DK.  Pattern is from an old Patons Classics book, a raglan sleeved jumper with a diagonal rib stitch on the bottom, neckband and cuffs instead of the plain K1 P1 rib as in the pattern.  Alpaca is reputed to be very warm, so that should keep me cosy should it be cold in Canada.

Only 16 days to go........it's been so busy lately that my ukes and guitar have barely been touched.....only one more lesson and the current term will be done, I won't be back until a few weeks before the end of the lesson year.

Recently we went to the movies to see a documentary, "The Women He's Undressed" - sounds quite salacious, doesn't it? - but it wasn't.  It was about a Hollywood costume designer whose career spanned over three decades, Orry-Kelly, and who was born in the small Aussie seaside town of Kiama, something not widely known until recently.  Non-movie buffs would enjoy it, and anyone interested in sewing, costume design, or history of fashion will find it fascinating.  Apparently dressing Bette Davis' bosom was quite difficult.....poor Bette!

This morning our local historical society held its Spring Fair, and a lovely early spring day it was too.  Lady members were dressed in long black skirts and old-fashioned white blouses, topped with white aprons......all quite Edwardian.  I was selling ice creams for a couple of hours, they were very popular!  Came home with a few books, one of which may accompany me on the plane.  I have a tablet with a Kindle app for reading but I'm a quick reader and would read so much that the battery would die long before the flight ended, so I thought a paper book (actually, two books in one) may be a better choice.

"A home.
After marriage one of the first requirements for happiness is a home.  It will best be found in a house or even a cottage apart from the immediate association of relatives or friends, acquaintances or strangers, and here husband and wife may begin in reality that new life of which they have had fond dreams, and upon their own actions must depend their future welfare."

Home is a very important place for any of us, and we hope ours is still standing when we return.

Enjoy your days!

Spring is thinking about springing!

Today is sunny and nearly warm, very nice if one can find a sheltered sunny spot, but in the shade it's cool enough to remind us that winter hasn't left yet.

Here are some Aussie spring flowers to help spring along.

A large department store in the centre of The Big Smoke has floral displays with a different theme each spring, and they are truly wondrous.  The year before we moved here to the Small Smoke I went along, gaped along with the large crowd and took some photos, as that year's theme was Australian native plants.

The red beauties below are Gymea lilies - they are spectacular growing in the wild, as the flower heads can be 15 feet or more above the ground.

Some people prefer tame confined garden flowers that grow all over the world, but I love our unique flora.

A few stitches have been taken in the sewing room, isn't this floral the most ghastly fabric you have ever seen?

I'm not even sure how it came to be in my stash, I'm sure I wouldn't have bought it specially so perhaps it came in a bag of scraps......but the large-scale print is just right for a shadow box block.

The second shadow box block was made of four different bright prints from my stash, and I quite like it.

This month it's my turn to provide the monthly block and its instructions for my local group.  I much prefer more intricate piecing but this time thought of doing something different; they are so quick and easy to make that I am suggesting one of each block be made.

There will probably still be complaining though, because the block has two triangles......some group members will do anything to avoid cutting and/or sewing even one triangle, so I feel it my bounden duty to provide them.

It's been a busy couple of weeks!  This week we went to the theatre on Wednesday night to see a comedy performed by an excellent local amateur group, while the following night the uke group performed in a concert at our music school to celebrate Adult Learners' Week.  Judging by the rest of the program - a flute piece by Mozart, violin piece by J.S. Bach, etc. - I reckon we were there as comic relief.  We even had two kazoos playing in one song, one of them played by me......now that's really highbrow, folks.  The sound of a bright green plastic kazoo is really something, you know.

Also on Wednesday I saw my doctor and asked for something I have never ever asked for before - I asked for something to knock me out for at least part of the long 16 hour flight back from Canada, as the plane leaves Vancouver at midnight.  He prescribed something which hopefully should help, but suggested I try it out at home beforehand in case of an adverse reaction.  What a good idea.......

He is also trying to get me to consent to a couple of tests which I don't want to have done, because having to remove clothing and have strange people touch, prod or attach things to bits of my person is such an ordeal that I will not do it.  Having my shoulder operation the year before last was difficult enough.  There is a chance that the test may show something which needs to be medicated or checked or treated, but I don't care.  If I can't keep all my clothes on, I am not having any tests done.  That's it.  End of story.

It will not be referred to again.

Only 24 days until our holiday starts, that's a much more cheerful thought!  Even though it means such long flights, floating around Up There with 300 of our new best friends.......

"The comfort of others.

In seeking his own comfort, no passenger has a right to overlook or disregard that of others.  If for his own comfort, he wishes to raise or lower a window, he should consult the wishes of passengers immediately around him before doing so.  The discomforts of travelling should be borne cheerfully, for what may enhance your own comfort may endanger the health of some fellow-traveler."

Do people still feel this way, I wonder?  We can but hope........

Enjoy your days!

Workshop results

The weekend workshop has come and gone.  Four large centre blocks of a quilt were started, and while they are a long way from being finished they have been put aside in favour of sewing which needs to be completed before we head off overseas.

The square in the middle will become a circle, and the whole large piece will be appliqued onto the background fabric.  My colour choices turned out rather dull when made up but hopefully the bright pink/purple centre and background save it, because I am not making it again.

 My favourite next, this one uses some of my Holy Fabric stash - we all have some, the fabric that is so beautiful and precious to own that you can't bring yourself to cut into it; the centre circle will be the multi-coloured spot and the whole circle will be appliqued onto the blue speckled background.

These two pieced circles can be appliqued onto the background using wide ric-rac braid, but mine will have bias strips instead.  

Another three of these shapes below to be made and joined together, then a nine-patch is appliqued over the centre, mine will be yellow, blue and lime green..

 Not much done yet on the fourth block.  The centre pieced circle has another smaller circle appliqued on top, while the odd-shaped piece on the left will be trimmed into a triangle and another three made.  These are actually pieced - not appliqued - into the background, in this case a yellow daisy print.  The beautifully matching points in the centre of my green and purple pieced circle were noted and complimented by the teacher......as they should be, this year it's 50 years since I sewed my first ever item of clothing so I've had a lot of practice in matching seams.

Would I take another workshop with this teacher?  Doubtful......she's not a bad teacher but her method wastes a lot of fabric, and every time I cut off yet another piece and dropped it into the bin I thought to myself "geez......I paid money for that!"

This morning we had insulation installed in the roof of our house.  It's colder than it should be in winter considering we don't live in the deepest Arctic depths, so recently we had it checked and found out there is no insulation at all up there.  Three blokes, one truck and a couple of hours later we have insulation!  Just in time for the rain forecast early next week and the cooler weather which will follow.  Australia's climate is fairly mild compared to other parts of the world but our houses are not built for the cold, which is a bit silly when one thinks of it.  People from colder countries overseas complain about how cold Australian winters are; they aren't really, they just seem like it because of how our houses are made.

From other things we have noted (and in some cases corrected) our house was probably a budget build.  Short cuts seem to have been taken which probably saved money at the time of building, but one ends up paying more for them further down the track.  The walk-in wardrobe (closet) in our bedroom is icy-cold in winter and unbearably hot in summer, the door is kept shut and it's not affected by temperatures in other parts of the house - hopefully that will change now.  It's not a basic house, so we don't know why the build wasn't a better quality.

Recently I joined the local historical society, so no doubt my social life will improve even more!  Last night I attended their monthly meeting and found out that I knew many members already; as a new member I was welcomed, the guest speaker was very interesting, and supper served after the meeting was scrumptious indeed.  I was born in this town (although I did live in the Big Smoke for 40 years before moving back five years ago), my mother was born and spent all her life here, her father was born in the district and lived here all his life, while his parents moved to the area in the 1870s......so my roots are well and truly here.

"Society is divided into sets, according to their breeding.  One set may be said to have no breeding at all, another to have a little, another more, and another enough; and between the first and last of these there are more shades than in the rainbow.  Good manners are the same in essence everywhere - at courts, in fashionable society, in literary circles, in domestic life - they never change, but social observances, customs and points of etiquette, vary with the age and with the people."

Wonder which set I belong to?

Enjoy your days!

The measure of a wombat

The newest wombat in the house thanks all those who commented on its beauty, and was flattered that some asked for another view.

It's not as menacing as it looks here, and is the right size for nestling in a hand.

It checked out my sewing room today while I am having a break from cutting fabrics for this weekend's workshop.  According to my massage therapist this morning I have overdone the cutting and strained some muscles on my right side, arm and shoulder, so no cutting today......it might be finished tomorrow.  My cutting table is a good height for cutting with scissors but a bit high for rotary cutting because of the different action required, and my being short compounds that even more.

Ah well......it probably doesn't matter if not all the fabrics are cut, because I suspect we will not get four large foundation-pieced blocks finished in two days anyway.

To tell the truth I am not feeling very enthusiastic about this weekend.  The teacher has been hard to pin down if we have any questions, the only contact on her website is an email address - no phone number - and she doesn't answer emails.  One member of our group has previously attended workshops with her and says she is a very good teacher......she might be absolutely fantastic, but she doesn't seem to be a good business person.

End of moan, thank you for listening.  Returning you to your regular station now.

Last night the last stitches were knitted on the second sleeve of my alpaca jumper, and now it is being sewn together ready for the neckband to be knitted on.  Hope it fits; it may be a bit big, but that makes it all the warmer because I can wear another layer underneath if I need to.

Only 47 days until our holiday starts!  Our first day will be en route to the Big Smoke, we fly out the following day, but as far as I am concerned - once we leave our driveway, we will be on holidays.  We bought ourselves some noise-reducing earphones for the journey, because the noise of the plane engines, while not deafeningly loud, is relentless......to say nothing of the crying children, and there are always a few of them.  Our last trip home across the Pacific Ocean was accompanied by the Symphony for Plane Noise and at least 97 wailing infants.  I don't mind flying, I'm not phobic or paranoid about it, but the thought of floating around Up There surrounded by 300 or so of my new best friends gives me the heeby jeebies.  It's a personal space thing, and my space is pretty wide.

If we could afford to fly in the rarefied atmosphere of first-class, or if it were possible to cross the Pacific Ocean by ship then cross two-thirds of Canada by chauffeur-driven limousine without using up every cent we own, I would........but that would take more money than there is in the whole universe, so sadly we won't be able to do it.

More cheerfully, last Sunday afternoon the uke group played at a concert put on by the music school which runs our classes, and it went well.  We performed two songs by the Beatles and came on after a young soprano singing Mozart, and a group of 4-to-5 year olds doing cute things with a song and some bells, so I suspect we were there as comic relief.

"Writing as an aid to correct talking.
To converse correctly - to use correct language in conversation - is also a matter of importance, and while this can be acquired by a strict attention to grammatical rules, it can be greatly facilitated by the habit of writing down one's thoughts.  In writing, strict regard is, or should be, paid to the correct use of language, and when a person, from constant writing, acquires the habit of using correct language, this habit will follow him in talking.  A person who is accustomed to much writing, will always be found to use language correctly in speaking."

I would say so.

Enjoy your days!

Blue moon.......

.......you saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart,
Without a love of my own........

Blue moon tonight, the second full moon this month!  Probably a good idea to keep an eye on the neighbours for any craziness, you never know what the moon might bring out in otherwise dull people.

Reporting a finish, two pair of jammies.

They aren't quite the same - one set has black pants with a mostly blue top, the other has blue pants with a mostly black top.  Finished, but not pressed.......they are, after all, jammies for wearing to bed, not haute couture.  Fabric is all from my stash.

On our recent holiday we visited the wood gallery at Bungendore, a short drive east of Canberra, and a sweet little wombat jumped into my hand.  What else could I do but bring it home?  It's made of recycled river red gum, a gorgeous Australian tree.  This pic shows the lovely colour and grain of the timber.

While at the gallery we were gobsmacked by the Hannah Cabinet, it's amazing.  It's not something that would fit in our home either in size or decorative style but the workmanship is incredible, and in any case we didn't have the $1.5 million dollars that was being asked. Several years ago we were lucky enough to see another cabinet by the same craftsman, the Yarralumla Cabinet, which is part of the Australiana collection in the official residence of the Australian Governor-General, and although it's not quite as large or elaborate as the Hannah Cabinet I think it liked it better.  On this video you can hear his answer to the question "are there any more hidden drawers?"

Work on the new jumper is progressing like you wouldn't believe, the back, front and one sleeve are finished, while the second sleeve is coming along nicely.  Looks like it will be done to take to Canada after all!  Only 60 days to go.........

Recently we have been watching a program about social changes brought about in England by the coming of railways - sounds dull, but is very interesting!  Trains were an invention which changed the face of several countries and brought about many changes in how people lived as well as how they travelled.  The first murder on a train in England happened in 1864 and was mentioned in the program, the author of a book about the case was interviewed, and I thought to myself, I thought "that sounds like an interesting read" I thought, so reserved it at the library.  A few days ago I started reading it and have just come to the end of the section set in England, the detective is now on the high seas in pursuit of the alleged murderer who had fled to America, and although I know the ending - it's set out in history, as here - I am enjoying reading about the investigation of the case.  Mystery stories are probably my favourite genre, and true mysteries can be intriguing.  The book is called "Mr Briggs' hat: a sensational account of Britain's first railway murder" and was written by Kate Colquhoun.

We have a radio playing all the time on a classical music station and recently there have been problems with the reception; turns out to be damage caused by ice and snow on the transmitter tower a couple of hours north-west of here.  Repairs are supposed to be finished today, let's hope so.  Kevin and I have a deal - he can watch all the sport he likes on TV so long as I don't have to listen to it.  Football is definitely improved by classical music, and cricket is almost possibly just about bearable.

"As culture is the first requirement of good society, so self-improvement should be the aim of each and all of its members.  Manners will improve with the cultivation of the mind, until the pleasure and harmony of social intercourse are no longer marred by the introduction of discordant elements, and they only will be excluded from the best society whose lack of education and whose rude manners will totally unfit them for its enjoyments and appreciation.  Good manners are even more essential to harmony in society than a good education, and may be considered as valuable an acquisition as knowledge in any form."

That's what I think, too.

Enjoy your days!

Hopefully.......

........the resized photos will work.

First, the little guy:

 As you can see, he's growing.  From the nose down he looks very much like his mum, but from the nose up (including the shape of his head) he is the image of his dad at the same age.  It's like looking at my first-born all over again......not sure I would want to repeat some of the intervening years, though.  Grandpa Kevin is providing a comforting arm, because Euan was still a little wobbly when it came to sitting unsupported.

One of the visitors who kept us entertained in the campground in Canberra, on a rare sunny day.

 The weather wasn't always that nice, you know.

On both trips we spent a night in a camp ground at Cowra where Phil the owner has a great shed, a previous owner decorated it with railway memorabilia - the platform seats and station signs you can see are just part of the collection.  Each evening Phil lit a fire in the big pit to boil the billy (for the non-Aussies, a metal can is called a billy and a drink made from adding tea leaves to boiling water in said billy is known as billy tea, we even have a commercial brand of tea called Billy Tea) and campers all converged for Happy Hour.

 It looks a bit daggy, but was a really fun place!

On the trip south Phil played old records from the 1950s and 60s, but on the way home guess who was the entertainment......just plinking away in the background while people talked and became acquainted, I didn't sing because I didn't want to interrupt.  However everyone said how much they enjoyed it, and all admired my tenor uke - as well they should, it's a beautiful example of the luthier's art.

We enjoyed our time in Canberra, highlights were spending time with family (of course!), and we visited the National Library of Australia to see the Rothschild Prayer Book - what an exquisite thing that is.  Made between 1505 and 1510 and illustrated with glowing colours and rich gold, it has been so well preserved that it could have been made yesterday.  We quite spent some time marveling at the workmanship.  It was quite a busy week and no doubt you will hear more in due course.  The shopping list had all items ticked off, black walking shoes for the trip to Canada (for which we take off in 67 days, woo hoo!), beads for knitting, and of course the new camera.

One day we went for a Nice Sunday Drive - from memory it was on a Friday but I could be wrong, it was a busy week - and called in at a lovely place out in the country where we found out that it is possible to have lunch made entirely of chocolate.  Should you ever find yourself in Canberra I can recommend a visit to Robyn.

Now back to normality.......

"Do not lack politeness.
Never hesitate in acts of politeness for fear they will not be recognized or returned.  One cannot be too polite so long as he conforms to rules, while it is easy to lack politeness by neglect to them.  Besides, if courtesy is met by neglect and rebuff, it is not for the courteous person to feel mortification, but the boorish one; and so all lookers-on will regard the matter."

We endeavoured to be polite to all we met, and hope we succeeded.  Politeness and courtesy go a long way to making one's stay in a camp ground enjoyable.

Enjoy your days!

Back......eventually

We're home, we had a good holiday, the family is well, the grandkid is growing, and my new camera takes good photos which are a huge file size and I have to work out how to resize them so they can be uploaded for the world to see.

I can't be as beautiful as I am and have a technical brain as well.

To my Canadian family and friends......

 .......Best wishes for Canada Day!

Nothing lasts forever these days

A couple of days ago I was taking pictures outside when the screen of my camera went pink......not a good sign according to my online research, people in camera forums were muttering things about sensors and replacement costs and not worth it and forget about it and just buy a new camera instead......much as we like living here in the Small Smoke there are a few drawbacks, one of which is the lack of a dedicated fair dinkum ridgey-didge camera shop.  There are several places where one can buy a proper camera (as distinct from a phone with a camera in it) but they are all shops which sell many other things, and I prefer to buy from a proper camera shop and talk to people who know whereof they speak.  So......an online visit to the shop where my camera was purchased some years ago, a phone chat to a nice bloke in one of their shops in Canberra, and a camera has been put aside for me to look at next week.

I shall miss my little Pentax, but at least it had the good sense to die at a convenient time when it could be easily replaced......and here are the last-ever shots taken with it:

 Recently we have noticed white eucalyptus blossoms on the ground outside our back fence, and looking upwards we saw the culprits were sulphur-crested cockatoos who were biting off the flowers and dropping them.  It seemed a shame to leave them, so I collected a few and put them in the pretty crystal bowl I won last year.  Here's a close-up for you - they have a light sweet smell, bees love them because they make delicious honey.  They look like little eyes, don't they?

 The very last pic from the dying camera - this kangaroo eventually came to within 20 feet outside our back fence, I was watching it hop around eating grass while I was sitting at my sewing machine.  Yes, they do come that close, but that was after the camera died so you will have to take my word for it!  You can also see the fallen white blossoms on the grass.

Work on the new jammies is proceeding slowly because by the time everything else gets done that needs to be done it is mid to late afternoon before I set foot in the sewing room, and sewing black thread on black fabric in fading light is not kind to ageing eyes......but it is proceeding.

A couple of days ago Kevin had his minor surgical 'procedure' and the cyst on his back is no longer there, so next Wednesday we will be hitching up the caravan and heading off to Canberra a week later than originally planned.  It's a long enough trip to need an overnight stop but we aren't trying to break any speed records, and as days are now fairly short - it's almost dark at 5pm - we will make three shorter days of driving with two overnight stops, and arrive more relaxed.  I am taking a shopping list with me......a new camera, black walking shoes, a few other things.......and of course we will spend time with out son, his wife and our grandkid, Euan the Wonder Kid, who is now six months old and growing some hair like his dad did at the same age.  He's not such a baldy bub now.

We lucky enough here in the Small Smoke to have visiting musicians from time to time, and last week Slava and Leonard Grigoryan came to town to present a concert.  We had seats in the third row from the front so I could see their magic fingers dance on their guitar strings.......oh wow......don't know whether I should practice harder or set fire to my guitars and ukes and be done with it.......and the guitars they were playing were instruments of great beauty and sounded so wonderful......sigh......

Last night we were entertained by The Admiral's Own Big Band formed from musicians who play with the Royal Australian Navy band, and great fun it was too.  Big band music is great to listen to and must have been so good to dance to, back in the days when it was 'the' music of the day - you only have to look at old films to see that, or to watch modern-day jitterbuggers!

"The music.
Four musicians are enough for a "dance".  When the dancing room is small, the flageolet is preferable to the horn, as it is less noisy and marks the time as well.  The piano and violin form the mainstay of the band; but when the rooms are large enough a larger band may be employed."

I wonder how the good folk of 1885 would have enjoyed jitterbugging to a big band?  Last night's band had 15 or 16 musicians, no violins or flageolets......but they did have a piano.

Enjoy your days!