Christmas With Mitchell

These are some of the photos take on Christmas day. We opened some presents before we left Leanne's home to go to Mitchell's place.
We had ham and eggs cooked on the bar-be-cue for a late breakfast. Then came the opening of the presents. The floor beneath the tree was stacked with presents. Mitchell was elected to play Santa because it was his first Christmas in his house.

This lizard was caught at my house when it was very small. Now, he is years old. He lives in a fish tank in Leanne's lounge room. This was his Christmas feast.

Leanne's Christmas tree and a couple of her decorations. They are all made out of china.

A great day was had by all. Most over eat. But I just nibbled. We had breakfast, lunch, and the evening meal, at Mitchell's home. We had to help him eat so there weren't too many left overs because he was going to be away for a few days.

I was taken back to Mackay on Friday morning by family, to rejoin my friends on the bus to travel home. We made a few stops to eat along the way, have rest stops, but we made home, late. Lightning flashed. Rain began to fall while we unloaded our bags to go to our homes. I fell into bed. Exhausted.

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Spring flowers

These are a couple of my flowers in bloom now. I have been trying to weed out the winter weeds to bring my gardens back to shape. My window of opportunity to do this is closing fast. The rain is impeding my progress. And pain. I have an appointment with the surgeon on Wednesday to see about having a hip replacement.

These are another two rugs I have been crocheting to go to charities. I am working on a round one and have been building different patterned squares to fit together when I have enough made. I have to go to replenish my stock of wool before I have to go to hospital. I will be unable to drive for a few weeks.

Nails. Not needles.
Craft work. Today. Has changed since I was a child.
More ways to do the same work. To work with a few stitches in another manner.
Many types of cotton. Or Wool.
Sizes in hooks. And needles.
Every item you need is available in the shops.
My mother used knitting needles. I was never allowed to touch them.
“You’ll break them,” I was told. “Ne…

Finished

I have finished the blue Poncho for the lady who ordered one to be made is different shades of blue. I don't want to do another for awhile. This pattern I had to concentrate to keep the right amount of stitches on each peak. I was still counting them in my sleep. Now. I can go back to making boring squares with the left over bits of wool. I am doing some today to have a spell from work. Once the plumber has been to do his job, I will have to get back to finish my cleaning. And weeding of the garden.

The Magpies have brought their young home to be fed. They are so entertaining. Can be noisy at times when begging to be fed. The young squabble like any family for attention. Fight to get their own way. Yesterday. One of the young wanted to be fed first. The father went to put food in its mouth. The other one ran at it to push it over the side of the steps. Both fell to the grass fighting. The father left holding the meat. He look at me like he was disgusted with their behavior. I sto…

Vision

This was taken when we went on a bus trip.

The animals moved around the shopping center. There were a few different shaped ones. Kept the children busy while the parents shopped.

Vision.
A few days after I had hip surgery, I had this surreal vision. May have been from the effects of the anesthetic. Or the tablets I were given.

I had been a sleep. I seemed to be in a different place to the ward I was in. The room had shrunk to a two bed size. There was a person in the bed next to mine. I could hear breathing but no movement on the bed.

A doorway led to a single bed room. There lay a female of aboriginal descent. The room was mostly in darkness but for a small amount of light from the street outside the hospital.

I could hear cars. Slamming of doors. Then came knocking on the outer door to the hospital. The opening and closing of the door. Footsteps thundering up the stairs. A shadowy figure passed through the doorway to my room then disappeared into the other room. The person stretche…

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