Sunday, March 1, 2015

Time with family.

After a day spent with extended families for the funeral of my uncle, some of us spent the day at the beach, before they had to return home. Some we only see once a year because they live in another state. The trip was long on the way up because floods had closed the main highways. An extra 500 km had to be traveled through back country to be here for the funeral. The sun shone down during the service.








Sunday, December 28, 2014

Happy New Year.



Santa and his mother. He drives the bus for our trips and she cooks the cakes for our morning teas. This was taken at out Christmas Party. Some went on the Christmas Bus Trip. I decided to stay home to rest.

My story of my Christmas. Some might say boring. But I've enjoyed the time spent resting, and catching up on jobs forgotten when I had a virus, and broken toe. At least I have found the plants among the weeds.

                                    Argh. Humbug.

Argh. Humbug.
Christmas has been. And gone.
All the hard work spend to celebrate one day.
All my cheer had left before the day arrived.
Joyful was washed away with exhaustion. The heat zapped away any remaining hope and little energy I had left.
Sound like I'd been preparing to have a house full of family.
No. This year I decided to chill out.
Not slave over a hot stove.
Not overeat.
I turned down all invitation to be with family. And friends.
The body told me to rest, and relax. To rejuvenate the system to be able to carry on into the mew year.
I believe Scrooge had the idea partly right. Except for working too hard.
I rearranged my time between pulling weeds. Watching houses. Computer work. With sleep and resting.
Not so exhausted, now. I'm catching up on my work.
I've decided to stock up what I need for Christmas well before the summer arrives. Have everything ready to serve out to eat. Cold. Less work.
The other option which came to mind was plan a holiday in a cooler climate. All service included.
No cooking.
No cleaning up.
No exhaustion, or stress.
The muscles won't be complaining of being over worked.
Even though I live on my own I don't have very much alone time. There always seems to be someone wanting a piece of my time. Time I might have to spend doing what I like to do.
I've sorted and filed all photos taken this year.
Edited a novel I have been working on. And have continued with the story.
Added work to one of my blogs.
Set more seeds to shot to give me more different coloured Desert Roses.
And still I haven't come up with a past, present, or future trait for a family Christmas.
This year, my Christmas Motel had a “CLOSED” sign on the door.
I ate when I felt hungry.
Slept when my body told me.
Worked in the garden when there was cool time.
Tried not to burn the skin when I stayed longer outside than I should have.
The battery is on charge to start my round of places to be in the New Year.
I even had an unexpected, flying visit from my son, daughter-in-law, and grandson, this morning.
Now, I've brought in the washing. I think I might take a “Nanny Nap” while the weather is at its hottest.
Maybe the brain will be back in working mode after the New Year.

Happy New Year.



These are Sunflowers grown by Mother Santa. Mine are only half the size. The seeds shot where I emptied the bird seed mess in the garden. I didn't intend for them to grow. I have left the plant grow for the wild birds to eat the seeds.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Today I pay the piper



Why couldn't the sun have risen...later?
Every muscle ashes.
I rolled over to return to dreamland.
Oh. No. I wish the driver of the tilt train would keep his hand off of the whistle.
Ah. Well. I'd better rise to finish the job. Or try to.
Dressed. I gathered up the clothes to wash. Carried them down the steps to the laundry.
Once the washing was set I went to make a much needed coffee.
Slipping on gloves, I grabbed the handsaw on my way out the back door. I collected the rubbish bin on my way.
The parrots screeched. I had dared to disturb their morning feed. If anyone wanted to sleep in they'd be awake, now.
I had a job to do.
Anyway. I'd skipped my breakfast.
Picking up the pick I started the clean up. I kept a look out for toads. Or snakes. I cringed at the thought of either one appearing from the rubble.
My hands. And back. Complained.
Taking up the handsaw I cut the limbs into smaller pieces to fit in the bin.
I cursed. Why did I listen to Alice?
I had more work to do...now.
No more. I've had enough. They have to go.
The birds can complain all they like.
I need water. The ground is as hard as rock.
I looked. The hose too short to reach where I slaved. I didn't have the strength. Or energy. To carry buckets of water from the tank. When I need some rain its left the area.
Shoulder muscles burn from exhaustion. Tears of desperation aren't far away. Crying was out. I don't like to play the wimp role. Taking a deep breath I struggled inside for a drink. On the way inside I looked at the washing on the line. Would I have enough energy to make the bed. Or will the making have to wait until tomorrow?
Thump. Push. Groan. Remove the pick.
Thump. Push. Groan. Remove the pick.
The sweat trickled down from my forehead. I wipe my face on the sleeve of my shirt.
The bin is full. I pressed down on the parts to squish them down to make more room. I rake up the pieces to throw on top.
I'm exhausted. The heat from the sun has zapped away all my energy. My clothes are saturated and it's only nine o'clock.
I don't care if anyone sees what I have done I'll try to remove the rest. Later. Come rain. Hail. Or darkness.
I need a shower to wash away the...grime. The evidence of what I should not have attempted to do.



Sunday, July 20, 2014

Water Features

The topic for the month is slow exposure.
I hadn't had time to read all the information about to use my camera.
So how did I do slow exposure. Well. There was only one way to find out. Experiment.
I like snapping people - unawares. I get better action shots that way.
I decided to practice what I thought would work.
I focused the camera on the water feature. Zoomed in for a close-up.
Pressed down on the shutter button. I held it in place for a few seconds then let go. I took another one.
I switched to assessing mode.
I had succeed.
Both photos had a different shape in water which slowly fell.
So I stopped at each water feature throughout the ground which were on display. And another of a fountain in a lake from the sixth floor of an apartment building.
Following are some of the different shapes I captured with slow exposure.








Also the sun rising above the building next to where I stayed. Slow exposed.




Sunday, July 6, 2014

Edgar turned 94

I have been slack with keeping up because I was busy writing a story for last term. I finally finished it on the last day. The piece turned into a long short story of 10,000+ words.

I'm posting photos of my uncle who turned 94 on the 30th June. Family joined at a restaurant to help him celebrate. I nearly didn't make it.

I had exercise class in the morning. Didn't make it. I stopped on my way to do a message. On arriving back at the car, water had pooled beneath the front of the car, and was still dripping. Believing a hose had burst, or the radiator had sprung a leak, I headed to visit my mechanic. I left the car with him.

Thank God for friends. I had a friend's car in the spare shed. I didn't make the exercise class but I did make the lunch.

The bad news of the day was I had to have a new radiator. The inside of the old one had begun to disintegrate. Must have been in the car since new so I can't complain of the expense.

This week I'm trying to catch up with things left sitting, waiting for my attention.










Monday, April 14, 2014

Ferguson Tractor

Old is new again. This tractor has been restored with loving care to attention, and detail, by my cousin. For months it has been stored in my spare shed. Today it moved out. The new owner came to collect it. The happy new owner is on his way back to Mt Isa with his treasure.









Sunday, April 13, 2014

Resealing the Road










This is all the machinery. And men. Who fixed the street with new bitumen once the old stuff had been removed. The work had just been finished when the rain set in.

I've had to stop weeding the garden. The lawn is growing. Fast. It had only been mowed about a week ago, Well. It'll have to wait until the rain stops. The ground dries. And until I return from my couple of day on strike. I need a couple of days to regenerate some energy.

I am catching up on writing that has been waiting for me to complete other assignments. I have uploaded. And sent photos. I was suppose to do a couple of weeks ago.

I have finished my horror script. All except checking for typing errors. Have finished re-formatting another script I had over half done. I just have to finish it.

So I'd better get back to finish while the weather stays bad.