Wet and Aggressive Corella challenges Magpie

Wet and Aggressive Corella challenges Magpie

Sunday, 21 December 2014

Sunday Selections #203

Sunday Selections was originally brought to us by Kim, of Frogpondsrock, as an ongoing meme where participants could post previously unused photos languishing in their files. 

The meme is now continued by River at Drifting through life.  The rules are so simple as to be almost non-existent.  Post some photos under the title Sunday Selections and link back to River.  Clicking on any of the photos will make them embiggen.

Like River I usually run with a theme.  This week I am finally getting over my bah humbuggery and am getting into the Christmas spirit.  Or spirits.

For more years than I care to think about I have been making Christmas cakes of various sizes for family and friends.  Each year I tell myself it is the last time, and each year I start mixing again.  The fruit is soaked in a mixture of rum and brandy for a week or so before the cakes are cooked.  When they emerge from the oven they get a cap full of rum and brandy on alternate nights.  By the time Christmas arrives they are the cake you have when you are having a drink...




Happy holidays, one and all.

Sunday, 14 December 2014

Sunday Selections #202

Sunday Selections was originally brought to us by Kim, of Frogpondsrock, as an ongoing meme where participants could post previously unused photos languishing in their files. 

The meme is now continued by River at Drifting through life.  The rules are so simple as to be almost non-existent.  Post some photos under the title Sunday Selections and link back to River.  Clicking on any of the photos will make them embiggen.

Like River I usually run with a theme. Charitably speaking rather a lot of things in my life are cactus at the moment - so it is just as well that this one flowered so beautifully.






The blooms are perfumed and big - larger than my hand.  They only last for twenty-four hours or so, but I think they look interesting on their way out as well...


Sunday, 7 December 2014

Sunday Selections #201

Sunday Selections was originally brought to us by Kim, of Frogpondsrock, as an ongoing meme where participants could post previously unused photos languishing in their files. 

The meme is now continued by River at Drifting through life.  The rules are so simple as to be almost non-existent.  Post some photos under the title Sunday Selections and link back to River.  Clicking on any of the photos will make them embiggen.

Like River I usually run with a theme.  This week?  I am looking to the sky.  We have had a little blessed rain this week.  Not a lot (until yesterday) but it was very, very welcome.  And yesterday we got real rain.  Drenching rain.  And the garden and I are very glad.

Just after dawn one morning I looked outside and saw a rainbow.  So naturally I went out.  And got damp.  Which didn't matter at all.


Very, very briefly there was a double rainbow.  Double bliss.




A few nights later it was the sunset which had me doing mad woman with camera dances.  Again.









Wednesday, 3 December 2014

The last book I read ...

was challenging, confronting and nasty.  I feel more than a little sick, and my heart aches.

As I have often said, memoirs, diaries, biographies are always on my go-to list.

I picked this one up for two reasons: because of my curiosity about other people's lives; and as an education.


It looks innocent enough doesn't it?  Wrong, wrong and wrong.  This is definitely a book which shouldn't be judged by it's cover.

Many of you know that I volunteer on a telephone crisis line.  I take it very seriously, and am constantly trying to improve..  Which means reading, studying, listening and learning about subjects I don't know a lot/enough about, even when they are distasteful.  Sometimes a different perspective will open my eyes, heart and mind and help me reach and connect with our callers better.

Distasteful is an understatement here.  The author was in a fifteen year relationship with a man forty-four years older than her.  A relationship which started when she was seven.

 'We were friends, soul mates and lovers.'
'I still think about Peter, the man I loved most in the world, all the time'...
'They were the happiest days of my life.'

 Nothing has ever brought home the horrors and the life-long damage of paedophilia to me more than this book. Nothing.  And her perspective came as a powerful punch to my gut.

She is free of him now - he died by suicide.  She has a husband and a daughter of her own.  A daughter she is working tirelessly to ensure doesn't go through what she went through and that the tradition of child abuse which ran through her mother's family and to her is stopped.

And yet, and yet...  Even though she is now safe from a man we learnt  (confirming my early suspicions) was a serial abuser of young girls, abusing his daughters, foster children, as well as the author  (and quite possibly also abusing boys) she still considers her time with him the happiest days of her life.  Words fail me.  Emotions fail me - and this book will haunt me.

As it should.

It turned my assumptions on their head.  I hope (so much) that very few people feel as she does - but I had never considered that anyone could. However reluctantly, and despite not liking what I discovered, I have learned something.





Sunday, 30 November 2014

Sunday Selections #200

Sunday Selections was originally brought to us by Kim, of Frogpondsrock, as an ongoing meme where participants could post previously unused photos languishing in their files. 

The meme is now continued by River at Drifting through life.  The rules are so simple as to be almost non-existent.  Post some photos under the title Sunday Selections and link back to River.  Clicking on any of the photos will make them embiggen.

Like River I usually run with a theme. And this week I am continuing my lazy streak.  Corellas.  Again.  But this pair melted my heart.  My anthromorphic self was sure that they were in lurv.  And we watched them for a long time.  A very, very long time.

 Rather a lot of photos follow.






















Thursday, 27 November 2014

Perfect Timing

On Friday we have an appointment.  With the smaller portion's surgeon.  Again.

Over the last couple of years he has had seven abdominal surgeries.  The first was essential to save his life (after his bowel ruptured), and the rest have been  follow-up and 'tidy-up' surgeries.  There has been pain, worry, tears and frustration by the bucket load.

All of those surgeries have led to him having very little stomach muscle left.  Which means that an inadvertent move results in a hernia.  The medicos in their usual empathic way have told him/us that a big hernia is good, because his poor abused bowels can't get trapped in it and strangled. As far as reframes go that one is a doozy.

And he now has several, of varying sizes.  He hopes that the surgeon will agree to operate and attempt (again) to repair them.  I am not as confident as he is.  And dread the outcome - either way.  If the surgeon refuses to operate he will not be a happy chappy.  And if the surgeon will play we will have to go down the medical mayhem route again next year.  Which I dread.  For him and for me.   I suspect I would be calling it quits, but it is his body and his decision.  Dammit.

So I have been worrying and fretting.  Two of my skills it is true - but if I knew where my anxiety button was I would disconnect it.  Permanently.  (And the guilt button while I am at it.).

Overwhelmed is probably a reasonable one word summary for how I am feeling.

And yesterday I received a parcel in the post.  Which made me smile - and made my eyes leak.

All Consuming has undergone similar surgeries and knows what is involved.  And how much fun it is.  For everyone.

And this very talented blogger and jewellery maker sent me a gift - 'to make you smile in advance of the coming hospital visits of the New Year'.  She made me a beautiful pendant - and matching earrings.  And I will wear them when we head off to see the surgeon tomorrow.


Isn't it beautiful?
The timing was impeccable.  I am so grateful for all of the people I have found in the blogosphere - and this exemplifies the caring I have found.



Sunday, 23 November 2014

Sunday Selections #199

Sunday Selections was originally brought to us by Kim, of Frogpondsrock, as an ongoing meme where participants could post previously unused photos languishing in their files. 

The meme is now continued by River at Drifting through life.  The rules are so simple as to be almost non-existent.  Post some photos under the title Sunday Selections and link back to River.  Clicking on any of the photos will make them embiggen.

Like River I usually run with a theme. And this week I am continuing my lazy streak.  Just one of my obsessions this week.  Birds.  Real ones, and ones which live on our back deck.

A corella who visited last week.  His crest is up to express interest/alarm.  And it this case it was interest.



We had a little wonderful rain last weekend and more is predicted for this evening, and I really, really hope we get it.

I loved the rain - but did feel a little sorry for these poor wet galahs.




And some of the birds who live on our back deck.  The first were given to me by the smaller portion some years ago - and we call them the quirky birds.  There is a candle holder hidden beneath their wings, and they do look good glowing in the dark.



And the bone bird.  This was a gift (thirty years ago?) to my father.  I have no idea what sort of bone it is - but it was a big, big animal.  I wonder whether it might have been a whale.  And part of me cringes.