Come live love and laugh with me
Is anybody able to tell me the connection between Bambi and Santa?
Back when I was growing up in England I don’t remember any Father Christmas with Bambi advertising- maybe it’s just a North American thing
Or maybe I’ve just forgotten 😋
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Rainy_Night_in_Soho
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fairytale_of_New_York
Fairytale of New York – Song by The Pogues
It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won’t see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I’ve got a feeling
This year’s for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
They’ve got cars big as bars
They’ve got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It’s no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day
You’re a bum
You’re a punk
You’re an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it’s our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can’t make it all alone
I’ve built my dreams around you
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day
This isn’t by Shane – but was a fitting farewell
(Sitting in drafts unpublished from last year – took place Saturday 9 April 2022)
‘We can get off at Flinders Street and walk’ he said. ‘How far, how long?’ I asked
‘Not too far’ he said. ‘A couple of kms’. ‘You’re joking’ I replied
’OK, well we’ll get off at Spencer Street, and go over that way. It’s about a 15 min walk’
‘Not sure I can make that after sitting on a hard train seat for 45mins. It’s Saturday, so change at Ringwood then stopping all stations to the city’ I said.
‘Alright then, I’ll forgo my morning walk. We can get off at Flinders Street and take the tram right to the dock’ he said.
Oh the joys of living with a back condition that can impede walking – and a man able to walk an 18hole golf course with no problems at all.
And this was the place to be – at the Melbourne Ferry Terminal
Victoria Harbour
waiting for the ferry to Portarlington
We had the Lady Cutler on our left, the Bolte Bridge in front and the pineapple looking Banksia Apartments along with the leaning Marina Tower to the right
Be prepared- a welcome?? sight as you wait to board
On our way now sailing past some little wooden boats outside The Victorian Wooden Boat Centre. The Enterprize (replica) was docked alongside there as well.
Now we’re all out to sea – well not quite. . .
just dodging the Saturday sailors as we begin our way across the bay
(Port Philip Bay)
Then it was all aboard for a special trip – a gift for a special anniversary.
Sail, Rail & Dine – delayed a whole year because of ‘you know what’.
https://www.theqtrain.com.au
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A stop at Suma Park allowed people to get off and stretch their legs. There was nothing ‘arranged’ there so it was just wander up and down admiring the carriages and the engine if you walked that far forward (plus a very nice bench which I couldn’t resist). We could see staff tidying up the dining rooms preparing to serve desserts when we got back on, so true to form for many of them, when the time came, smokers who’d been asked to stand away from the train all left it as late as possible – puffing away then stamping it out just before they scrambled onboard.
Our girls bought the gift thinking we were going to be pulled by the steam engine – sadly he was booked for a special weekend event .. but we did get a glimpse of him further up the track 😊
Then it was time to get the coach back to Portarlington to connect with the ferry back to Docklands. No sitting outside on the return trip, this is how it was all the way across the bay. Dark clouds and strong winds!
We’d planned to wander round the Docklands area but it was cool, wet and windy when we got off the ferry – the tram and train home to our far eastern suburb sounded like a far better idea.
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Sharing with Wednesday Words &Whimsy hosted by Min HERE
It’s Wednesday again
the first Wednesday in a new month
The first Wednesday in December 2023
Which means it is the first
Wednesday in Summer in Australia
And guess what – after all our whinging and complaining about seasons being late. . it really felt as though summer had finally arrived yesterday 😎
I haven’t actually been ‘sick’ as in incapacitated these past few weeks just inconvenienced (and very cheesed off)
Thinking laterally I changed hair products as well as left off any skin care products but that didn’t appear to make much difference.
Anyway over the weekend after family remarked on the red eyes – and wheezy chest – I gave in and decided a trip to the GP was needed.
So now we are considering an allergy
To what we don’t know
It was early November when it first became a problem but as it became like a moveable feast, not constant but coming and going, I really didn’t think it was pollen related.
The GP has suggested I might be wrong though.
And because my usual ‘lubricating dry eye drops’ are having no effect, from yesterday I’m trialling some recommended allergy eye drops. Albalon A
And guess what – yes – they are feeling much better!
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My hairdresser usually decorates the salon in bright Christmasy colours – change of plan this year. Silver elegance is how she described it
And what tradition would that be?’ I hear you ask
Taking the children into the city to look at Myer’s Christmas Windows
(Myer is a large department store in Bourke Street)
Windows dressed for the Christmas season
With a new theme each year.
This was the big unveil at Myer 2023
68 Years of magic – Myer Christmas Windows over the years
No children with us last time we went (2014) but we had fun just the same.
This was the year of The Three Bears
Fun for the young
And for the not so young
They are lit from morn to dawn (7.30am – 1am)
Lovely to look at – difficult to photograph!
The large reflected buildings are on the other side of the road
And do you see who I see 🙂
What sort of things are traditional festive outings for families in your town?
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Sharing with Wednesday Words &Whimsy hosted by Min HERE.
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Oh where, oh where, can they be?
(I published this elsewhere 5 years ago and am still looking 🤔)
My paternal grandad (the one who was gone before I arrived) had two brothers plus several half brothers Deaths in Ireland in the mid 1800s were frequent so his father (my gt grandfather) was married twice.
The habit of giving children family given names – 1st son usually got their paternal grandfather’s name (plus more sometimes) likewise for daughters being given maternal grandmother’s names and so on – makes it so hard to pin point and attach the correct John, James, or even Archibald (who calls their child Archibald – my family obviously because it seems like there are hundreds of them out there) or even anyone else for that matter to the correct family. John Smith could have 5 sons who each have a son, which means there you are, there’s 5 more John Smiths often with only a few years between them.
When my gt grandad named the boys in his second family he obviously couldn’t carry on the way he was going – he’d used up all the male names from both his and his deceased wife’s extended families which meant the new sons ended up with slightly different ones that originated in the new wife’s family.
So when associated with an unusual surname you’d think they’d be easy to find in amongst all the online records available on various family history sites. You’d think??.
I’ve found the correct birth records for all three brothers plus 1901 Irish census and they’re filed away…… I’ve located a marriage certificate, 1911 Irish census record as well as a death cert. for my grandad (my dad’s dad) but nothing more for the other two.
The trouble is so many in their family or extended family from other counties all with the same surname (and at times with the same given names) decided life would be better elsewhere and hopped on ships to sail to other lands. Passenger records are interesting in that sometimes the name recorded could be a full set of given names plus family name or any one of abbreviations/nicknames the person is called….. Alexander James could be that or Alex or Alec or James (if his father has the same name) or even Jimmy!
Then there’s the case of illiteracy…….lack of reading and writing skills……….or even bad hearing in a noisy environment…..where names spoken aren’t always transcribed with the same spelling. My father was adamant one of his grandmothers was a Muldoon – yes that, plus the McIldoon – McEldoon or M’Eldoon which I’ve found on legal docs. Same with his other grandma – she’s recorded as being Mary M’Endoo or McAdoo or McAdor! Northern Ireland accents could fool even the locals lol
That little saying up above is what my dad told me when I gave him his first grandchild. Tell him about where the family came from but don’t stop him flying away to see what the rest of the world is like.
Now if anyone knows where my Thomas Henry ***** and his brother Joseph Arthur ***** have flown off to could you tell them their gt niece Catherine is looking for them 😊😎
That virus (or whatever it was I had) certainly got the better of me and lots of things went by the wayside including (blog and book) reading and knitting so I ended up only making a half dozen of the fair isle beanies – a small effort compared to a couple of years ago for a different charity. I popped In (masked) for a short while the night they were ‘due’, only stopping long enough to hear what the next challenge’ was.
A touch of Aran means there’ll be small 4st/4row cables and columns of ‘knit/purl through the backs’ that are crossed at times plus honeycomb up the middle – plain side edges, back and sleeves though….because it’s easier (and less bulky) 😊
And this is what came home from the library the other day
Perfect to keep me company between rows as I set the pattern
Kaffe Fassett in the Studio
I wish I could remember the name of those yellow roses – they and most of the others were planted about 15years ago….as per usual I never wrote it/them down and labels don’t last that long – so I just enjoy them for what they are each year.
The spring flush is coming to an end. Some very hot days, cold wet ones as well as windy ones have given us a mix of blooms with old, current and a few ‘promises of what’s to come’ on all the bushes at the same time
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Wednesday Words &Whimsy can be found HERE.
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Also being Wednesday it’s time to thank Kat for hosting Unraveled Wednesday
More birthday treats – we had lunch in Healesville last week at a ‘new to us’ place imaginatively called No.7 Healesville……their street number is 7 🙂
The beauty of using gift vouchers is they often take you out of your comfort zone…specialising in Mexican fare using a shared plate system this definitely wasn’t a run of the mill pub lunch affair. I enjoyed it so much I nearly forgot to catch some food photos 😊
Eaten outside under a big brolly on a sunny but not too hot day it was surprising how filling seven small courses plus wine and coffee was – my very ladylike comment when I got in the car was “Don’t drive off yet, I need to loosen my trousers, I’m stuffed”
Just wondering if we enjoyed it enough to return as ‘paying customers’…will have to think about that. What new experiences have you had recently?
I mentioned to my ‘next sister’ that I was becoming like our ‘ little sister’ and drinking tea while talking to the moon.
Always a ‘poor sleeper’ little sister Patsy was renowned for her middle of the night tea breaks . . . This poem came back by return mail.
(not written by her – something she’d found during middle of the night browsing. She too has become a tea drinking moon chatting person 😊).
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I met the moon for coffee
It was Friday night I think
When she watched me hardly sleeping
And invited me for drinks
We found ourselves a table
In the middle of the night
And the constellations twinkled
Like a thousand fairy lights
She asked me how I’d been
As she poured coffee from a pot
For she said she’d watched me
Waking up at midnight quite a lot
I said my brain was far too full
My mind was always on
And when I woke it felt as if
I was the only one
The only one who lay awake
Whilst I sat on my bed
With thoughts that raced at lightning speed
Around my busy head
The only one who watched the clock
Tick one and two and three
Who laid awake and worried
Whilst the world was fast asleep
My thoughts were stuck in orbit
And I couldn’t pull them back
As they preferred to swim against
A sky so vast and black
The moon said simply nothing
But she opened up a book
And I saw it was a diary
So I took a closer look
And listed there were names of people
All around the world
And all the thoughts and worries
That the moon had overheard
Just then, my eyes were drawn towards
The name that was my own
And that was when the moon said
“See, you shouldn’t feel alone”
And then she pulled me close
Using the night sky as a blanket
And said “I know you sometimes feel
So lonely on this planet
But when you cannot sleep,
Get up and watch me from your room
And you’ll see so many others
Having coffee with the moon”
Becky Hemsley 2022
Artwork: Natalia Maroz
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So these are the birthday chocolates bought as a treat for both of us
With birthdays 5 days apart it’s always – treats for both of us
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Would you like another one. . .
What do you think . .
Is the pope Catholic?
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Oh dear now look at what’s happened
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Never mind – one down. . . three more to go 😊
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(Sharing with Min’s Wednesdays Words & Whimsy)
Marie’s Wedding
The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem. . .live at Carnegie Hall 1963
Enjoy…
It’s ’consult the calendar‘ time again.
Time to think about next year’s activities.
This year’s choir (a half hour drive away) is minus a leader – my previous one (ten minutes down the road) the one that was in abeyance is now going to resume rehearsals on the same day as before.
I dislike not knowing what’s going to happen- will they secure a new conductor- do I sign up again and then be disappointed when the class is cancelled or go with the known option, return to a very ‘happy’ casual group who delight in singing without pressure on them to ‘get it right’.
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One of those little things that had me smiling and feeling good at the end of sessions with the local group was the leader/conductor saying “Away you go and have fun” and then the accompanist ‘playing us out’.
She’d play a little medley while we packed up, always finishing with a cheerful rendition of Marie’s Wedding aka Lewis Bridal Song ( which of course had everyone singing along) – then almost skipping out the door.
Such a jolly toe tapping tune with words that make you smile – thinking about the person they are off to see and all the gifts (real and imaginary) they have for her.
It’s been recorded by so many individuals and groups ( there’s even a Wiggles version😊 ) – – each makes it ‘their own’.
I know I’ve added quite a few here – obviously you don’t have to watch all
But it’s good to compare – and enjoy
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mairi%27s_Wedding
Lyrics by: Hugh Robertson
Chorus:
Step we gaily on we go
Heel for heel and toe for toe
Arm in arm and row and row
All for Mairi’ s wedding
Over hill-way up and down
Myrtle green and bracken brown
Past the shieling through the town
All for Mairi’s wedding
Chorus
Plenty herring plenty meal
Plenty peat tae fill her creel
Plenty bonny bairns as weel
That’s the toast for Mairi
Chorus
Cheeks as bright as rowans are
Brighter far than any star
Fairest of them all by far
is my darling Mairi
Chorus
Over hill-ways up and down
Myrtle green and bracken brown
Past the sheiling through the town
All for sake of Mairi
What are you currently reading?
What did you recently finish reading?
What do you think you’ll read next?
I’m listening to:-
Huda and Me – H Hayek. A surprise find on the abc listen app. A ‘fun’ tale about a couple of migrant children who ‘run away’ to find their parents in Lebanon. Yes, it’s probably classed as a children’s book but that hasn’t stopped the smiles on my face. A big big plus is that the narrator – Jean Bachoura – speaks clearly.
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At the moment I’m reading:-.. – .
well I was until a short while ago – the head and eyes are feeling much better so I’ll be back to it soon (and hopefully reading/commenting on blogs)
The Sleeping and the Dead – Ann Cleeves (2001).
Reprinted or (as mentioned in the foreword) ‘re-launched’ in 2022 to celebrate the author’s milestone anniversary with her publisher.
The Sleeping and the Dead is a tense psychological crime thriller from CWA Gold Dagger award-winning writer, Ann Cleeves. source
* Detective Peter Porteous is called to Cranwell Lake where the body of a teenager has been discovered. After trawling through the missing persons files, he deduces that the corpse is Michael Grey, an enigmatic and secretive young man who was reported missing by his foster parents in 1972.
I often wonder about genre descriptions – described as a psychological crime thriller (explained) I’m eager to find out what it’s all about. To me the first few chapters are just setting the scene, very slowly, a little cozy like, almost Midsummer Murderish but I’m sure they’ll change as pages get turned .
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Tea is so intoxicating – Mary Essex (pen name of Ursula Bloom) 1950
* I shall turn this into a tea-house, with lunches if requested, and shall serve pleasant meals in the orchard,” announced David, “and with my penchant for cooking I ought to make a fortune.
“Oh dear!” said Germayne.
An ‘off the shelf’ library pick purely for its title. Can tea be intoxicating??.
It sounded like fun and so far is just that. I’m not sure it would appeal to a much younger person – set in the early to first half of the 20th century the writing is delicious, so humorous and descriptive with characters, settings and attitudes definitely ‘of that time’. Perhaps not their ‘type’ but people of my parent’s time.
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I recently finished:-
The Bottle Imp – Robert Louis Stevenson (1891)
(This was a suggestion in last month’s comments – Found in the Gutenberg Project’s copy of Island Night’s Entertainments (summaries), short enough at 15,000 words to qualify as a Novella. Did you know there’s a yearly ‘challenge’ Novellas in November for those readers who celebrate short reads?).
An interesting little tale – be careful what you wish for, it might turn out to not be what you want, it could surprise you in many ways!
The Year I met you – Cecilia Ahern (2014)
Jasmine loves two things: her sister and her work. And when her work is taken away she has no idea who she is.
We meet Jasmine – who has been fired and put on ‘gardening leave’. . . still on the company payroll but unable to look for another position for 12 months.
During that time she talks to – in her mind as well as in real life – Heather her sister, Matt her neighbour, Kevin her ‘cousin’, her father, his new wife Leilah and their young daughter Zara as well as Monday (yes that’s his name – he was born on a Monday!) a ‘headhunter’ who approaches her with a job in mind.
There are others she talks to, sharing her thoughts and feelings with – and, oh, does she talk. . . On and on in great long sentences and huge great paragraphs. I almost gave up at one time but did finish – wondering what on earth was that all about🤔😊.
The Midnight Library – Matt Haig (2020)
Between life and death there is a library, and within that library, the shelves go on forever. Every book provides a chance to try another life you could have lived
Nothing is going right for Nora, she’s lost her job, contact with her brother as well as her best friend and to top things off her cat has been run over. When things get too much for her she finds herself in a ‘different place’ – examining many of her maybe/possible lives. In the end she discovers there’s no right way to live your life – you just need to get on and live it. Mmm – readable but. . . .
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What might I consider next:-
The Orphans – by Australian author Fiona McIntosh (2022) is waiting patiently.
I’ll admit to finding some of this author’s novels a little tedious, a bit on the long side which means I lose interest and ‘give up’. Hopefully this one set here in Australia will cure me of that.
Or it could be any of these three I ‘acquired’ recently.
Linking with the #whatsonyourbookshelfchallenge -. .
Also linked to Book Worms Monthly plus It’s Monday what are you reading
Have been a bit out of sorts recently
Not sure what ‘I’ve picked up’ – tired, headache, red itchy/weepy eyes.
(It’s been difficult to visit, read, comment – anywhere – even here).
So I’m taking a wee one
Hopefully I’ll be back next week sometime
Towards the end of last year a local op-shop (thrift/charity shop) closed for a little while for a good clear out refurbishment and reopened looking ‘all shiny and new’. No fear now of tripping over something😊
It’s a rather nice one, quite small in size by some of the other ‘chains’ standards: it isn’t part of a national chain but supports a local charity which means it receives plenty of good quality donations as well as other bits and pieces. Unlike some of the other shops, garments and bric a brac must be in very good condition or it doesn’t go out for sale.
I’ve browsed (and bought) there for years – even more so since the re-opening – and during that time not one person I have known has come into the shop while I’ve been there – until a couple of weeks ago.
I was looking at some newly priced garments on one of the ladies’ racks and I heard this voice say, ‘Oh Hello. How nice to see you. It must be years since the last time’
‘Are you looking for something special?’ she continued . ‘I’ve just come in to look for something for a friend, it’s not really the sort of place I frequent’
Anyway I recognised the voice instantly having worked with her many years previously but when I looked around it wasn’t me she was addressing. So I put my head down and carried on browsing. When she turned way from the shopper she was talking to and almost bumped into me I saw her look , trying to place me in her mind. Do I know this person or not?
So I thought I’d put her out of her misery, said Hello, and told her I popped in now and again – you never know what you’ll find. Well once she heard that she excused herself (Nice to see you, must go) and was out the door in a shot leaving me wondering what I’d said to upset her.
One of the volunteer staff I’ve come to know through ‘popping in regularly’ came over and asked me if I knew her, seems my ‘old friend’ usually came in on another day of the week and always seemed to find fault with the merchandise. Frequently bought clothes but was never happy as they weren’t the sort of thing she was used to but as she put it – Needs must!
It’s a shame that pride and embarrassment make us ashamed of what we have become (if that’s what it was) I certainly would not have been one to judge her.
Have you ever been in a situation like that? How would you have reacted?
There are a lot of flying hours between Australia and North America or Europe. Across the Atlantic as well
Those hours are not happy ones if some official decides to spoils your fun.
These days I’m prepared with a spare ‘set’ in my big bag in the hold
Trying to explain to the other half why I needed a craft shop in a strange city wasn’t a good way to start a 6 week overseas trip. 🧶❤️🧶
A couple of weeks ago this suggestion was made at my ‘after hours’ craft group – it followed on from general chit chat over what to do with all those half balls and scrappy bits of leftovers that we know disinterested family will more than likely just bag up and toss because in their eyes ‘full balls are so much easier to rehome’
“Daft as it might sound, there are memories in leftovers. Most of us remember when we used the main quantity, what we used it for and who we made it for. So in a similar vein to a quilt made from left over or preloved material that has memories the maker can talk about, think about making something to donate incorporating your leftovers. Tell us all about those memories and if possible show us.”
The chat then moved on to – ‘the weather’…..predicted heatwaves, cyclones, bushfires, floods…….the sort of things Australians talk about before summer (all year round if the truth be told 😎)
When someone jokingly said, ‘forget summer – Heads up, I can tell you it’s going to be cold next winter!’ I knew what I was going to make.
Something I’ve publicly declared as ‘I’d willingly knit anything but these’
Yet here I was thinking, ‘yes, I could do that!.
So once I got over the ‘shudder, shudder, casting on of 90 odd stitches, I was off and running. Show and tell night is in a couple of weeks time and seeing the amount of ‘little balls of colour’ still in the bag there’s probably going to be more than just these three on show😊
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Another library book to start the month. Reprints of older publications – this one from 1944
Absent in the Spring – Mary Westcott (pen name for Agatha Christie)
“ Returning from a visit to her daughter in Iraq, Joan Scudamore finds herself unexpectedly alone and stranded in an isolated rest house by flooding of the railway tracks. This sudden solitude compels Joan to assess her life for the first time ever and face up to many of the truths about herself.”
Definitely sounds like an interesting read – I wonder what Mrs Scudamore will discover?
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(I’m adding this here because it may be of interest to some of you).
I’m not really a ‘groupy’ sort of person, I tend to get distracted and end up talking/listening and not ‘working’ – yet really enjoy this evening group – it’s made up of people of all ages….not just grandmas looking for kindred spirits- there are several much younger members- some still out in the work force.
Which means topics of conversation can range along the lines of….
* walking to work in the city in heels
* the reaction of other commuters when knitting is produced
* best local places to buy fruit & veg
* how to persuade a teenager to get out of bed at the weekend
* what’s on special in the wool dept of the big store down the road
and recently from our crafty city worker who loves her heels….
* the perils of train travel wearing a ‘boot’…..necessitated because of the so and so who pushed past her and caused her to trip on the kerb, cracking a small bone in her foot. Ouch!
Just one topic not allowed- politics in all shapes sizes
local, interstate and international!.
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SO…after the previous ‘scraps’ discussion two weeks ago, (see top of this post) last week this ‘old chestnut’ was raised.
“If you died or were unable to knit, what would happen to your projects on the go?”.
The consensus was ‘tucked away in a cupboard and forgotten or tossed without a care or op shop’.
Well…thanks to a younger (more aware) member we now know there is a group called Loose Ends who will try to find a volunteer to finish the garment. Not just knitting but many other crafts as well – not just in the USA but in many other countries as well.
https://www.looseendsproject.org
Loose Ends (group) – Ravelry link
FAQs about Loose Ends Ravelry link
Washington Post – loose ends fibre arts projects
Isn’t that a great idea 🧶❤️🧶
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Following on from Denyse’s withdrawal from blogland, Min is now hosting a Wednesday link up called Wednesday Words &Whimsy.
Why not drop in HERE and see who her visitors are – perhaps you’d like to join in as well
Wednesday is the day Kat hosts ‘Unraveled Wednesday’ .
Pop over and discover what others are knitting, reading and talking about.
I have a special liking for steam trains. They’ve always fascinated me. Doesn’t matter where I see them or in what form – real or imaginary – there’s something about them that always puts a little smile on my face, a feeling of excitement. I suppose it’s sort of in the genes – my paternal grandfather was on the railways in Ireland (most of the males in his family were as well) Like his brother he ‘rose up through the ranks’ to become an engine driver but others were engine firemen, station masters, porters and a generation before ‘gangers’
The engines always look like big monsters needing all that coal and water to make the steam to ‘turn the wheels’. I’m not that cluey to understand how it works but THIS might help if you really would like to know
This mural is in George Street Bowen depicting locomotives used in Queensland.
B1079 – – – C17
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We have an organisation here in Victoria called Steamrail – https://www.steamrail.com.au
Steamrail Victoria is a not-for-profit volunteer group established in 1965 to restore and operate historic locomotives and rolling stock used on the railways in Victoria, Australia.
Source – https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steamrail_Victoria
8am Saturday 24 March 2012
I’ve no idea aka I can’t remember why we were at Spencer Street Station so early but this was a a real surprise. Steamrail were obviously having a day trip / tour somewhere. Hissing and steaming, providing photo opportunities, putting smiles on peoples faces, promising a good time for all.
A bit of history on locomotive K153 – https://www.steamrail.com.au/k153
Min is now hosting a Wednesday link up – Wednesday Words & Whimsy.
Why not drop in HERE and see who her visitors are – perhaps you’d like to join in as well
Our week has been like this
Cool Cloudy Cold even
Warmish at times Wet to very wet at other times.
If the sun shone it was a welcome change to the dull days
Tuesday was forecast to be dry and sunny so an executive decision made it sheet change day – yes, that’s the day I wrote about on Wednesday, the day when we went out and about and then I was faced with making bed late in the evening.
Anyway as we’re over half way through spring, each time a warmish day/night has turned up I’ve contemplated changing back to summer cotton sheets, then looked at the upcoming overnight forecasts and decided ‘No, we’ll stick with the warm and cosy ones I told you all about a couple of years ago.
Here in my outer east foothills suburb Tuesday’s o/night was 3c/37f – Wednesday was the same – Thursday 5c/41f…..whatever way you look at it it was cool chilly or if you think like me ‘down right cold’.
Good thinking Catherine!
Tonight’s forecast is for similar so Warm and Cosy is the way to go for a little while longer I think😊
Highlight of the week was lunch at Healesville – a belated birthday lunch for us both – not on sunny Tuesday but a cloudy wet Monday
No food photos but one from the upstairs lounge
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Last September the BOM declared that our three wet years of La Niña were over and we were now in El Niño phase – very dry hot days ahead. Even though we whinge a bit because we’re a little chilly at the moment and it would be nice if it was warmer, there were some very hot days (almost heatwave conditions) last month, and four states have experienced bush fires already so it’s definitely not looking too good for our summer
http://www.bom.gov.au/climate/enso/.
https://www.csiro.au/en/news/all/news/2023/september/expert-commentary-el-nino
Bright sunny morning – washing on line – lets go enjoy the day
Who else has remembered ‘there was something I meant to do’ at 9pm
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