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Thursday, May 22, 2014

Eggs and omelettes

Wouldn't you like an omelette made from eggs in this nest?
   Might be a bit hard on the teeth, though.
It's an interesting artwork called 'Nest III' (I don't know where I and II are, or if indeed they exist at all) and is perched on a hill at the Arboretum, which we visited for the first time on our recent visit to Canberra.  It's made of discarded tools and pieces of farm machinery; I admire people who can see ways to use old stuff that might otherwise be discarded.  Size - it's big, much taller than I am.......which is not hard, I'm only five feet two inches. Or thereabouts.

Our taste of winter earlier this month was just that, a little taste.  Since then, days have been much milder although it does cool down at night.  No doubt when winter arrives it will hit like a ton of bricks.  Many locals are still in summer clothes, they are braver than I am because out of the sunshine it's not very warm.  Last week we saw a young woman wearing a summer dress with tiny shoulder straps, sandals on her bare tootsies........and a heavy woollen scarf wrapped round her neck and chest.  I felt like tapping her on the shoulder and saying "for goodness' sake, dear, if you are cold put on more clothes......do you know how silly you look?"  I don't think she would have thanked me.  But she did look silly.

Blue skin and goose bumps do not make for a good look in winter.  The same with bare legs.  What's wrong with wearing warm tights in autumn/winter if one wants to wear a skirt?  One can still look attractive while being warm, there is plenty of opportunity in spring and summer for baring one's flesh in public should one wish.  However, just because one can do something doesn't mean that one should.

Yesterday the scissors were wielded in the sewing room and a top was cut out from fabric purchased in Canberra.  Now all one needs is the motivation to sit down at the machine and sew it, but that will come over the next few days.  The fabric is rather yummy, a viscose-blend knit in blue, yellow and green with an interesting print of bugs and moths, but you have to look hard to see them.  The front was (hopefully!) carefully cut out so that the print won't be badly placed. Pattern is Jalie 2794 and this will be the second time I have made it.

Leaves on the we-think-it's-an-apricot tree in our back yard are nearly all yellow now, just a few touches of green are hanging on, and many of those leaves have already fallen.  In another week the tree will be almost bare, and the golden carpet on the ground will be turning brown and dry.  There are some trees in our street right now which are turning a rich dark purple-red but I don't know what they are called - they are really beautiful.

"Morning dress for street.
The morning dress for the street should be quiet in color, plainly made and of serviceable material.  It should be short enough to clear the ground without collecting mud and garbage.  Lisle-thread gloves in mid-summer, thick gloves in mid-winter, are more comfortable for street wear than kid ones.  Linen collars and cuffs are most suitable for morning street dress.  The bonnet and hat should be quiet and inexpressive, matching the dress as nearly as possible.  In stormy weather a large waterproof with hood is more convenient and less troublesome than an umbrella.  The morning dress for visiting or breakfasting in public may be, in winter, of woollen goods, simply made and quietly trimmed, and in summer, of cambric, pique, marseilles or other wash goods, either white or figured.  For morning wear at home the dress may be still simpler.  The hair should be plainly arranged without ornament."

Nothing there about heavy woollen scarves worn with summer sundresses and sandals, you notice.

Enjoy your days!

Thursday, May 15, 2014

More autumn gorgeousness

Is there such a word as gorgeousness?  There should be.
 Fallen leaves, before they were walked into mush.
 Lovely red leaves.
Golden leaves.  I love taking pictures of fallen autumn leaves before they turn wet and slimy - the mix of colours is so pretty.  These were all taken at the open garden we attended a few weeks ago.

The current project on the sewing machine is a fiddly diddly applique owl block which will end up in a charity quilt.  It is very cutesy-poo.  I don't do cutesy-poo.  Fortunately it is nearly finished, just the coloured framing strips remain to be done.  It will be handed over at next month's quilt group meeting with a huge sigh of relief.  Hopefully whoever provides the block of the month in June doesn't go in for cutesy-poo applique, but I wouldn't bet on it.  When it's my turn they get a pieced block, with triangles.

Ah well.  The world would be a dull place if we all felt the same, wouldn't it?

Last week the newish car and I made each other's acquaintance, and so far the relationship is proceeding well.  I drive it to uke group on Tuesday evening and home again, and to choir on Thursday night and home again, and I am getting used to the controls being on the other sides because it is European.  Occasionally I turn on the windscreen washers instead of the indicators (probably much to the amusement of other drivers) but that is happening less and less.  So long as my right hand does most of the work and my left hand stays low, all is well......my shoulder is pretty much over its operation but still doesn't like sudden movements.  Any little twinges can probably now be put down to the fact that autumn is here, the weather is cooler, and things hurt more when it's cold.

Last Friday evening we had a lovely dinner at a (the) local French restaurant, and it was worth every penny.  It isn't the amount you pay, but the value you get for what you pay, isn't it?  The restaurant isn't open every night which is why we haven't been for a couple of years, as our 'occasions' - birthdays, anniversary - have been happening on their closed nights.  I had salmon and it was really yummy, Kevin had steak, and of course we had dessert, raspberry roulade for me and strawberry cream cake for him.

Another nine months until the next birthday in our household.......I'll be hanging out for that, you know.  I always enjoy a meal I haven't had to cook.  Not that I mind cooking, but as one has been cooking nearly every night for well over 40 years - the novelty of cooking wore off a very very long time ago.

"The table appointments.
A snow-white cloth of the finest damask, beautiful china, glistening or finely-engraved glass, and polished plate are considered essential to a grand dinner.  Choice flowers, ferns and mosses tastefully arranged, add much to the beauty of the table.  A salt-cellar should be within the reach of every guest.  Napkins should be folded square and placed with a roll of bread upon each plate.  The dessert is placed on the table amidst the flowers.  An epergne, or a low dish of flowers, graces the centre ; stands of bon-bons and confectionery are ranged on both sides of the table, which completes the decorations of the table.  The name of each guest, written upon a card and placed one on each plate, marks the seat assigned."

Does that sound like dinner at your house?  Because it certainly doesn't sound like mine.......

Enjoy your days!

Friday, May 9, 2014

Happy birthday to me.......

.........Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday, happy birthday -
Happy birthday to meeeeee!

Monday, May 5, 2014

The brain is back in gear now

Our three weeks away flew by, it only seemed that we were away for half that time!  Although we have been to Canberra many time before we still found new - to us - places to visit.  We spent some time with our son and his wife before and after they headed off on their delayed honeymoon, and they are so happy together.  The folk festival was excellent, catching up with friends we see only once or twice a year was great fun, and there were lots of singing and uke playing to make me happy too.

One day I read online about a local garden which was open for a weekend, so we followed directions (it was 40 minutes or so away) and found "Woowoolahra" in all its autumn glory.

First, some glorious orange dahlias in the 'cafe' area - one could (and we did) buy coffee and/or lunch.
 The owners have border collie dogs, these plants are along one side of their kennel enclosure.
 The owners have built a long trellis along one side of the dam, and the entire length is planted with Nahema roses - pretty to look at, with the most heavenly scent.
 The dam - you can tell by the lack of shadows that it was not a sunny day, in fact it was quite cool, but all the better for taking photos.
 Under some trees was a grove of mushrooms, including some startling orange/red ones.
We have had an early taste of winter here, although it's still only autumn!  The weekend just past was very very cold, in fact snow fell just an hour away, and although today is sunnier it is still quite cool.  Last night was only a few degrees above freezing.

We are slowly getting used to the fact that Binky has gone.  When we first adopted her she had a little kitten mew - she was only eight weeks old, after all - as she grew older the miaow grew louder, and she was a very vocal cat for 17 years, so the silence is quite deafening.  A blood test showed that she had advanced kidney disease, she had been off her food for a while and was losing weight, so we made the sad decision that it was time for her to go.  Bianca has very quickly adjusted to life as The Only Cat In The Household.

"Funerals.
The saddest of all ceremonies is that attendant upon the death of relatives and friends, and it becomes us to show, in every possible way, the utmost consideration for the feelings of the bereaved, and the deepest respect for the melancholy occasion.  Of late the forms of ostentation at funerals are gradually diminishing, and by some people of intelligence even mourning habiliments are rejected in whole or in part."   

Thank you to those who wrote when Binky died, your kind words made a very sad occasion a little more bearable.  Losing a loved pet who has been part of the family for a long time is very difficult.

Enjoy your days!

Saturday, May 3, 2014

We're home again!

When my brain gets back into "being home" mode I will write about our holiday.

The house is very quiet without Binky........

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Binky

February 1997 - April 2014

Goodbye, Binky.......you will be much missed.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Off again soon!

On Wednesday we will be heading off in our trés flash new (to us - it's only four years old, we bought it a couple of weeks ago) car and our little 26 year old caravan to Canberra.  We've been attending the National Folk Festival for nearly 20 years now, and this will be the 13th year I have volunteered to work in the office - Kevin is working as a driver, shuttling performers hither and yon, and festival goers up and down hill, in a little bus.  We both enjoy the work, and  20 hours' work gets us each a free festival pass and free camping for ten days which is an added bonus.  While there we will be able to visit our son and his wife before they head off to Asia on their delayed honeymoon and after they return, before heading back home ourselves.
This was taken a few years ago, last time Easter was in late April.  Every year I look at the colours on this tree as it's an indication of how far into autumn we have come - some years Easter has fallen so early that the tree is still very green, as it was last year.  I don't put pictures of people on my blog without their permission but I don't think these folk are recognisable.

The day after the last blog post I sent away for a copy of Dorothy Grace's death certificate, to see if the mystery of her birth can be unravelled.  Another thought that I had forgotten also popped into my head - some years ago I met Nadine, my mother's cousin, who was born after Gracey died.  I remember that she was a little shocked that her Auntie Laura may have had an illegitimate son, Norman, as a teenager, and suggested that perhaps another sister - she named Ethel - may have given birth to the boy and for some reason wasn't able to bring him up, so Laura took him in.  I am now wondering if she had the children mixed up in her mind, and Gracey was actually the child born to Ethel but brought up by Laura?  My grandmother Edith left her first husband and was divorced by him (probably the cause of some scandal in the early 1920s) and moved here, taking a job as a cook at the local hospital.  Her two daughters, Lily May and Elsie, were taken in by two of her sisters, Laura and Emily (Auntie Em) as it would be difficult for her to work in a town distant from family support while bringing up two young girls.  There was no government help in those days.....if your family couldn't or wouldn't help, you were on your own.

Those old names are becoming popular again, aren't they?  Laura.....Edith......Ethel......Emily......even Lily May and Elsie, although I haven't heard of many baby girls in recent years being named Edith, Ethel or Elsie.  Grace is back on the top 100 baby name list, but I don't think Dorothy has made it for several years.  Neither has Mavis, which was my mother's name.

More milestones are gradually being passed for the shoulder.  Exercises are continuing, and we are now up to lifting.......slowly and not very high yet, but it is happening.......one kilogram, or nearly two pounds.  I can put my hair up and even braid it in a single braid at the back of my neck again.  After we come home from Canberra I will try playing guitar, it's more of a stretch than playing ukulele and so far hasn't been ~ quite ~ manageable.  Earlier this week I even had a go at driving the trés flash new car, but that is still an uncomfortable stretch - however, it shouldn't be long until that is possible, too.  Tomorrow the shoulder and I have an appointment with Anna The Nice Young Physiotherapist, and I hope she is pleased with its progress over the past four weeks while she was off gallivanting around Europe.  Even the pain which was making life so difficult for quite a while has abated, although sometimes there is still a dull ache.....but I can cope with that.

"All well-bred persons will conduct themselves at all times and in all places with perfect decorum.  Wherever they meet people they will be found polite, considerate of the comfort, convenience and wishes of others, and unobtrusive in their behaviour.  They seem to know, as if by instinct, how to conduct themselves, wherever they may go, or in whatever society they may be thrown.  They consider at all times the fitness of things, and their actions and speech are governed by feelings of gentleness and kindness towards everybody with whom they come into social relations, having a due consideration for the opinions and prejudices of others, and doing nothing to wound their feelings."

Remember those words, when next you venture out into society.

Enjoy your days!