Same old boring.......nothing

Right now I can barely get out of my own way, let alone accomplish much.  Can't drive while wearing the moon boot.......very awkward to use a sewing machine pedal (believe me, it's been tried)......sore hips because I don't have a shoe for the left foot which matches the height of the boot so my hips are lopsided when I walk.......etc.......

During the week I received notification from the fracture clinic at the hospital to say that I have an appointment in a couple of weeks.  That is four weeks after the original request.  What's the bet they just check the x-rays, tell me to keep wearing the boot, and send me on my merry way?

On the positive side, many stitches are being taken and many penny dreadful books are being read; I am learning all about how to commit the perfect murder.  Nothing like a mystery/murder story to pass the time, is there?

Early in the week Kevin noticed that one of our pillow slips needed a seam repair so I had a go at using the overlocker.  It's not easy to use a foot pedal while feeling like there is a solid block of wood between your foot and said pedal, let me tell you.  However it was done, and my shoulder was tender from patting myself on the back afterward.

On Sunday the uke group has a gig at the church markets just out of town; after that I will see what can be accomplished in the sewing room.  Next step for just about any waiting project is cutting, so we will see how long at a time I can stand to cut.

As a result, there are no pics of anything new so let's trawl back through the past, some of the natives we had growing at our house in the Big Smoke.

Grevillea, "Robyn Gordon" I think.

 Another grevillea, pretty sure this one is "Moonlight".

 Pink callistemon, I have absolutely no memory of its name if indeed I ever knew it.

 I do know this one, Callistemon "Taree Pink".  I planted a small bush along a front corner of the house and before we knew it, it had taken over the universe.  The reflected warmth from the brick wall plus sun all morning and some of the afternoon obviously suited it, and it grew like a weed.

Despite leaving these beauties we aren't sorry to not be living there now.  We much prefer our slower pace of life here in the Small Smoke, it suits us.

We have been having amazing autumn weather, quite warm and dry for this time of year, but that is due to change next week with a taste of winter.  Days have been really nice with cooler - not cold - nights, no frosts here in town although higher up the tablelands they already know what frost is.  No doubt we will have our turn.  We need a lot of rain, but it will come when it comes.  All the wishful thinking and praying in the world won't bring it any sooner.

Then it will be time to get back to cooler weather cooking, soups and stews and things like that......and baking.  Yummo cakes and slices, finally I will have a chance to try out the pumpkin spice mix brought back from Canada!  Yee har!  I foresee a pumpkin spice cake in our near future......

Continuing on from the last post:

 "Still more destructive of the beauty and symmetry of our women's feet have been the high, narrow heels so much worn lately.  They make it difficult to walk, and even in some cases permanently cripple the feet.  A shoe, to be comfortable, should have a broad sole and a heel of moderate height, say one-half an inch, as broad at the bottom as at the top."

Nothing about a heavy rigid moon boot, you notice.

Enjoy your days!

Back to nearly normal

We arrived home a week ago but have been busy since then, and I have been reclining on my bed of pain and suffering.  However, the lurgy seems to be on its way out the door, the fractured foot which has come back to haunt me is being treated, and all is slowly getting better with the world.

We had a good time - and would you believe, slacko that I am, no photos were taken?   Not one?  Probably because we have been to Canberra so often, and to the towns en route, that it would need to be something special to make me get out the camera.

Never mind......here are some pics taken on previous trips of some of the towns we drove through or stayed at.  This is the Japanese Gardens at Cowra, in the late afternoon.

 A pale camellia against one of the big rocks in the garden.

 Bathurst, which has lovely parks and gorgeous historic buildings.....

 .......and Sofala, a former gold rush town.  This magnificent tree 'disappeared' one night, taken down by a couple of locals with a chainsaw because they didn't like it, and Sofala today is much emptier without its canopy.

 We had an extra day on the way south and stayed in Cowra for two nights instead of the usual one, to see a quilt exhibition at the local regional gallery.  This tells you a little about it - the exhibition has now finished, but you can see one of the quilts.  Something not seen at many quilt exhibitions was the number of men present, both accompanying their female partner and on their own; perhaps the idea of recuperating soldiers making quilts and military tailors sewing was of interest to them.  It was really amazing and we are so glad to have had the chance to see those quilts and read their stories.

The costume exhibition from "The Dressmaker" was not large, but wonderful.......oh, those frocks!  Most of them silk, either vintage or newly made from vintage fabrics.  Sigh.......

In past years we have stayed on in Canberra at Exhibition Park, the site of the folk festival, but this year we were told to clear out by lunchtime on the Tuesday straight after Easter.  Scram.  Vamoose.  Seems the site was booked for a rock festival the following weekend and we didn't want to be around for that anyway, so we moved to Yass for a further week and commuted to Canberra as we needed to.

A little retail therapy was indulged in.......

 ......the black and white prints are for the background of a quilt, and the orange batik was just because I loved it.

Aren't these gorgeous flowers?  They arrived yesterday while we were out at lunch, a birthday gift from Young Euan and his parents.  He is four now and is shooting up like a weed after rain, with an interest in super heroes and fantasy characters - his father's son all over again.

That's a little of what we have been up to over the past few weeks.

"How to have shoes made.

The great fault with modern shoes is that their soles are made too narrow.  If one would secure perfect healthfulness of the feet he should go to the shoemaker and step with his stockinged feet on a sheet of paper.  Let the shoemaker mark with a pencil upon the paper the exact size of his foot, and then make him a shoe whose sole shall be as broad as this outlined foot."

Not a word about having a rigid heavy moon boot - not the most comfy shoe I have ever worn - made for a fractured foot, you notice.

Enjoy your days!

Happy birthday to me......

.....Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday, happy birthday,
Happy birthday to meeeee!