More things with wings

The big moth you saw in the last post wasn't the only one, you know.

Sitting on a power box next to our caravan.  Don't the legs make it look as though it's wearing a tiara?

This one must have wanted to hitch a ride out of town.  I was wishing that just one moth would spread its wings but none did; I certainly wasn't going to poke it in case it crawled on me.

Hiding under a bridge across the Murray River was a few little corellas.  While we were cruising along a large flock flew overhead and several settled on the beams under the bridge.  It's quite difficult photographing moving birds from a moving boat when you are going one way and they are going another, you know.

On a previous visit to Victoria in summer about 15 years ago we were awoken each morning by huge flocks of corellas flying over and sqwarking at stupid dark early o'clock each morning, about 4 a.m.  They were still flying overhead and sqwarking at daybreak this trip too, but at least daybreak is later in the morning than it was then.  Have a listen to this video, and you, too, can enjoy the dulcet tones of the Little Corella.

So now life goes on as usual.

Before going away both Kevin and I organised ourselves to make appointments for doctors, etc. upon our return.  One of my appointments, a couple of days after returning, for to see a podiatrist for my tootsies and on our return there was a message on our phone to ring her office to have the appointment changed - it was put back three weeks.  I wasn't thrilled (that appointment had been made a couple of months earlier, I can be fearsomely organised sometimes, you know) but had no choice but to go along with it as the podiatrist, it seems, would be away on the date of my original appointment.  A couple of days ago I duly presented myself at the desk to check in, had to wait five minutes for the receptionist to appear - not a good sign in light of what was yet to come - took my seat, and waited.  And waited.  And waited some more.  Waited, in fact, for more than 50 minutes past my appointment time.  At the last minute I had decided to take my hand-piecing with me and was so glad I had, as the waiting would have been very tedious otherwise.  There were two magazines for the waiters to read, one was a car magazine - wouldn't that be an exciting read, eh? - the other of the "my neighbour's best friend's cousin's baby was born with three heads" variety of stories.  Then, when I had eventually been seen and was waiting at the desk to pay my bill, the receptionist had disappeared again.

This wasn't a matter of life and death, it was to have my problem feet checked.  I can understand having to wait in an emergency, but somehow I don't think a podiatrist would have many life-and-death emergencies.  I don't know whether she double books people, or doesn't allow enough time for appointments and/or administrative stuff between patients but, except for my very first visit last year, she is always running late.  Enough is enough, she is not the only podiatrist in town, so I am voting with my feet (hah!) and going elsewhere.

There have been comments left on my last two posts that I haven't been able to reply to, if you haven't had a reply it's because your settings don't allow it - not because I don't appreciate your comments, I do!

"Breaking an appointment.
Do not break an appointment with a business man, if possible to avoid it, for if you do, the party with whom you made it may have reason to think that you are not a man of your word, and it may also cause him great annoyance, and loss of time.  If, however, it becomes absolutely necessary to do so, you should inform him beforehand, either by a note or by a special messenger, giving reasons for its non-fulfillment."

If I had been 50 minutes late for an appointment I may have been penalised, perhaps financially; many places now charge for missing an appointment, so they may also charge a fee if one is very late.  However I was not given a discount off my account for having to wait so long past my appointment time, I suspect I can whistle for that.

Enjoy your days!

Happy birthday to me......

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

Pretty things, and things with wings

Pretty flowers growing wild in The Grampians:

A Banksia, but I don't know which one - there are many different species;

 A red correa, the flowers glowed like little red flames against all the greens;

 Probably a melaleuca or ti tree;

 I haven't seen this shrub before, it doesn't grow up here;

 The floral emblem of Victoria, the pink Common Heath, which I had never seen.

Now for the creepy-crawlies.

There were several of these things with wings the morning we left Narrandera......and they were huge!  This would easily be the length of an adult's palm, but I wasn't going to pick it up to find out.  It was well disguised against the roadway, wasn't it?

While we were away we celebrated our 40th anniversary.  Forty years......it doesn't sound like such a long time when you say it quickly......the traditional 40th anniversary gem is ruby, or garnet for those of us with more modern tastes.  I don't care for rubies because they are closer to pink than red and my trinket box already contains garnet earrings, so my anniversary gift was a pair of gorgeous silver-set black onyx and cubic zirconia earrings.

Work has started on making up the bag brought back from Canada.  It was a kit from Flare Fabrics, and the batik fabrics will hopefully complement my autumn/winter wardrobe.  Quite a bit of cutting of fabrics and linings and fusing of interfacing happens before one stitch is sewn, that's done and now it's up to the stitching stage.

Uke group has started back, and we have a bloke!  A token bloke!  We have had men in the group before but for some reason they don't stay long......perhaps we frighten them away.  One thing is for sure, this bloke will have to learn not to race ahead when we are playing - for instance, "Walking after midnight" should be walking, not running at full pelt.

Things here in the Small Smoke are looking up, because last weekend we had good rain!  Since the rain in January almost no moisture has fallen from the sky, and all the way to and from south-western Victoria (nigh on 1400 kms south of here) there was very little green to be seen.  However, the grass on the hill behind us is getting greener each day now and more rain is forecast for early next week to help it even further.  Local farmers are cautious about being too optimistic, but the feeling is of hope where, until recently, there was despair.

"Bring one of the commonest field flowers into a room, place it on a table, or chimney-piece, and you seem to have brought a ray of sunshine into the place.  There is a cheerfulness about flowers.  What a delight are they to the drooping invalid!  They are a sweet enjoyment, coming as messengers from the country, and seeming to say, "Come and see the place where we grow, and let your heart be glad in our presence."

We were lucky enough to see a place where wild flowers grow, glowing bright against the duller colours of the surrounding bush.

Enjoy your days!

Autumn is finally here!

Everyone locally is very pleased, although those who don't like winter are probably dreading the coming months......but anything will be better than the heat we endured over summer.  We seem to have arrived home at the right time!

We had a good time in Canberra and the family is all well, Young Euan is growing and is now walking, he wanders around talking to himself non-stop......no one can understand a word he is saying but that doesn't bother him, he just keeps chattering away.  The folk festival was excellent, and - as usual - quite a lot of time was spent catching up with people rather than attending concerts.  Many notes were played and sung, and just think - we can do it again in late October, just a few hours north of here.

After the festival and some family time we packed up the caravan, the two ukes, the car and ourselves, and headed south to Victoria.  The first night was spent in Lockhart camp ground, where sunset over neighbouring farmlands was very peaceful.

Next day we crossed the Murray River, the border between New South Wales and Victoria.

 We headed for south-western Victoria, based in Hamilton.  One day we drove to Port Fairy where I was surprised to see a White-faced Heron - I didn't know we had herons in Australia!  It was standing so still that we nearly missed seeing it.

 Lunch that day was fish and chips while overlooking the Southern Ocean......next landfall to the south is Antarctica.

 Another day we drove to the southern end of The Grampians, we had been to the northern end several years ago.  It is wonderfully rugged country!

 Heading north again we stayed in Echuca for a few days, and treated ourselves to a lunch cruise on the Murray River.......our table can be seen, second from the right.  We expected it would be a bit rough and ready but no, it was gourmet and very deliciously complimented with local wines.

 Heading north again for an overnight stop at Narrandera, overlooking the lake.

 Many countries have white swans, but black swans are native to Australia!

 A couple of nights at Parkes included a visit to the radio telescope, "The Dish".

While we were sitting in their cafe having our lunch the dish was moving, it's quite an awesome sight to see.

Since arriving home we have been busy with appointments, and volunteering jobs (me), and having our flu shots because the sneezin' season is approaching, and shopping, and washing, and cleaning, and.....and......earlier this afternoon I finally made it into my sewing room to cut fabric, but so far not one note has been plinked on uke or guitar.

"Avoid talking too much, and do not inflict upon your hearers interminably long stories, in which they can have but little interest."

Hopefully that has been the case!  Letting the pictures speak for me will hopefully show some of the highlights of our holiday, instead of words droning on and on.

Enjoy your days!

4,444 kms later, we're home!

Pics and reports will follow in due course.

Jennifer

It's enough to turn you off people

It has happened again.  Our house sitter has cancelled on us.  She rang on Friday morning to say she has a job interview on Tuesday in a large city a few hours south of here and if she was offered the job it would be a great opportunity for her, etc., will it cause you much inconvenience etc.  I replied "yes, it will......it leaves us in quite a hole".  I don't think she wanted to hear that, but I don't care - it's true.  I am fed up with people.  This is the third sitter to cancel on us in barely two years so I don't think we will bother using the system again.  We have had some lovely house sitters, one dud (the last one), but three cancellations is just too many.

Kevin was all for cutting our holiday short but I said no.  I have been looking forward to visiting Victoria again for a long time, we have made tentative plans and cancelled them before, and this time I want to go through with it.  We are going.

We ran round chasing our tails on Friday to organise what needs to be done.  Fortunately Bianca has been booked into Deb's cattery, she has been before - we were so very lucky that Deb had a vacancy for the time we need.  It's money we hadn't planned on spending, but it won't break the bank.  We also have a gardener popping in a couple of times a week to check on our garden, especially the newly planted section - poor plants, they are really struggling in the current hot dry weather - more money.  Our neighbours are lovely people but they have their own homes, families and gardens to look after, we don't want to put a burden on them, and anyway the young couple in No 70 have a new baby due to hatch any day now......it's already a week overdue!  Luckily a 'hold mail' form had already been lodged with the post office so we don't have to worry about that.

So on Wednesday morning we will hitch up our little caravan, hop in the car and take off.

That's Kevin enjoying doing nothing behind our little van.  It's just the right size - 12 feet long - for the two of us, some clothes and food......and two ukes.  Yes, they're both coming with me!

Who needs a huge behemoth to tow when you can have compact and cosy, and cheap?  We're sure the owners of bigger vans look at ours and laugh, but then we drive past them filling up with enormous amounts of expensive fuel and we laugh ourselves silly.  Nearly every time we take the van somewhere we are approached by at least one person asking if we want to sell, and our answer is always no.

We'll be driving to Canberra  first, spending our time volunteering before and during the folk festival,  enjoying lots of great music (and of course, for me, playing and singing) catching up with family before and after the festival, and on Monday April 4 taking off again to drive south to Victoria.  We plan to arrive back here on Tuesday April 19 so this blog will be silent for the duration, but there will hopefully be lots to tell you all about on our return.

My hand is much better, neither it nor my arm have fallen off, so that will something we don't have to worry about while we're away.  The burn on my elbow is healing too, just as well......burns are rather unsightly.  It won't stop me enjoying the festival!

"Keeping step.
In walking together, especially when arm in arm, it is desirable that the two keep step.  Ladies should be particular to adapt their pace, as far as practicable, to that of their escort.  It is easily done."

Every year at the festival we spend a lot of time catching up with friends not seen since the last such event, and it does entail some walking......and much talking and passing-on of news, so it's essential to keep pace.

Enjoy your days!

Quelle bummer......

.......the blister on my right hand had become sore, swollen and red, quite painful to touch, not moving too well......seems the blister from the burnt-off sun spot had become a little infected.  Yesterday I was able to get an urgent appointment at the medical centre and a nice young doctor said, yes, it's infected, probably a good idea to take a course of antibiotics, so the hand and I are taking bright blue capsules for a few days.  So far it hasn't fallen off, it's still attached to my arm, which is a good thing.

Consequently not many stitches have been taken because it's difficult to do much with a painfully sore hand, but at least that applique block did get finished.  Later today there is a hook and eye to be sewn on a new top so it doesn't gape too much across the bosom, but that's not a big chore.

As nothing has been finished or photographed this week we will have a couple of pictures from the Canadian holiday.  I don't wish to bore the socks off you, gentle readers, so will just drop in the odd (hopefully not too odd) photo every now and then.

 My favourite small town in Canada of those I have visited is Goderich.  Since we were there three years earlier these inukshuks have been built on the shore of Lake Huron, probably hundreds of them!

The Town Square (which is really an octagon) now has trees growing again - on our previous visit it was still being repaired after a tornado the year before.  All the trees in the square were broken or completely killed, only a few were undamaged, but now replanted with mature trees it looks really good.

Quite a few books have been read lately, though......reading doesn't hurt my hand......there are sites where one can download free e-books into one's tablet, so one does.  A genre I read a lot is mystery books, I don't mind a bit of blood and gore but I don't like sadism and torture, stories where someone (usually female) is being stalked, too much sex (we know it happens but we don't need it described in graphic detail, we all have imaginations), and I'm not a great fan of paranormal stories although I don't mind a little touch of the supernatural.  Just a little.  Don't overdo it, folks, or it becomes just too unbelievable.  The delete button has been pressed more than once, because I just wasn't getting into the story.

We're getting ourselves organised for our trip - only ten days until we leave!  The festival office co-ordinator has done the roster so we office volunteers know when we're working, and I have also been sent my printable performer's ticket because a friend and I have been assisting at the Sunday morning hymn singing session for so long we're part of the furniture.  It's a very ecumenical session so folk of any, all or no religious persuasions join in every year and we have a blast......no instruments, just unaccompanied voices singing old hymns and gospel songs we've all known and been singing forever.  We've even been recorded for radio more than once, the roving radio bloke couldn't believe that so many people could sing so many harmonies without a guitar or keyboard in sight!

I'm also debating whether to take one or two ukes, our caravan is quite small; one is fine, two might be pushing it for space but I would really love to take two......I know only one can be played at once, but they are pitched differently and and I would like to play the baritone in sessions.  Better make a decision soon.......

"Another way to remove freckles.
One ounce of alcohol; half a dram salts tartar; one dram oil bitter almonds.  Let stand for one day and apply every second day."

Some of these remedies sound very alarming, don't they?  I think cyanide poison comes from bitter almonds.  Perhaps these days I'll just let nature take its course when it comes to freckles.

Enjoy your days!