Wet and Aggressive Corella challenges Magpie

Wet and Aggressive Corella challenges Magpie

Sunday, 17 June 2018

Sunday Selections #384

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.  We have had rather a lot of grey days recently.  Wasted grey days.  We desperately need rain but our heavy clouds have produced tiny sprinkles rather than the downpour we need.  And, as an aside I wonder whether repairing our roof so that heavy rain no longer pours into our kitchen is responsible for that.







Even the greyest of days have had splashes of colour though.






I hope I am never too old and jaded to watch clouds.




The birds have brought colour too.


Eastern Rosellas - who arrive early to beat the rush.

Corella

Rainbow Lorikeet (aka Piggy-Grunter)


And wandering out the back door I noticed that the cymbidium orchids are in bud.  LOTS of flower spikes.  It will be months before they flower but I smiled broadly to see the promise.




Sunday, 10 June 2018

Sunday Selections #383

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. I said last week I would take you back to the National Museum and show you some of the 'So That You Migh Know Each Other:  Faith and Culture in Islam' exhibit.


 Islam is a contentious topic here in Australia, as it is in much of the world at the moment.  Sadly I believe that the majority are being tarred by the actions of fanatics.  And I am not a fan of fanatics of any flavour.

The title of the exhibition was apparently inspired by a verse in the Holy Qur'an and is an invitation to visitors to reach out in a spirit of curiosity, tolerance and peace.

Less talk, more photos.





A rug, and some detail from it.  Isn't it beautiful?  I was particularly drawn to the textiles in the exhibition.




I don't think camel riding is designed for comfort, beautiful as this saddle cloth is.





 Sorry about the blur.  I find taking photos through glass very challenging.







Travelling any distance in a boat like that one would be fraught with danger wouldn't it?  But they did.  






My ignorant self had never considered that the camels which are quite widespread in parts of our Northern Territory had come here with cameleers (a truly weird word).  Muslim cameleers.  We have had a Muslim component to our population for a very long time. 

And, in unrelated news, the roofers finally deigned to put in an appearance and finish their work last Friday.  Jazz is now safe from intruders until the next project starts in a couple of weeks.  And we have been assurred that work will be completed in a day.

Wednesday, 6 June 2018

Tall, Dark and Undead

Today I am featuring the lovely Sandra Cox's latest work. Sandra is a talented person, hard working and incredibly generous.  She is also a prolific writer and isn't constrained to any genre or topic. 



Blurb:

Gutsy, kick-ass Suzanne James has no intention of complicating her life by falling in love…especially with a vampire. But it’s hard to stay objective when a drop-dead gorgeous male rescues her from three assailants in a dark alley. All but unconscious, she could swear her hero has glowing red eyes and two sharp, pointed teeth.

Adrian Caine has spent the past hundred years, in vampire parlance, a vegetarian. When he rescues a beautiful blonde in a dark alley, it takes all of his formidable control not to backslide. Attraction turns to desire. Even though it’s not in Suzanne’s best interest, he can’t stay away.



Excerpt:

Executive suites are a well-kept secret at hospitals. If you’re the average schmuck, you’ve probably never even heard of a hospital suite. I was an average schmuck myself. My paycheck planted me firmly in the middle-class schmuck category. And if I had to say upper or lower middle class, it certainly wouldnt have been upper, but I digress.

Kess hurried back with a cup of coffee that sloshed over the sides as he trotted toward me.

“Bless you, Kess.” I snatched it from his outstretched hands and took my first swallow. “Ah, caffeine.” I closed my eyes and had a private moment. Besides indescribable sex, which to be honest I couldnt say I’d had that much of, the other two things that moved me to ecstasy were coffee and chocolate.

As if he could read my mind, Kess dug in his gray silk suit pocket and pulled out a bag of candy.

Kess, I could kiss you.” I put down the coffee with my good hand, grabbed the bag and ripped it open with my teeth, held it over my mouth and poured them in.

“I would have done that for you, Suzie.”

Nobody but Kess got away with calling me Suzie. Since my mouth was full, I could only nod.

He took the bag from my hand and handed me the coffee. I swallowed with difficulty then took a slug of hot caffeine.

Once  again  his  skinny  derriere  hovered in  the  air  before  he  plopped  down.  I finished the coffee and held out my hand for more candy-coated chocolate pieces.

First tell me what happened.”

I stuck out my lower lip and managed to make it tremble.

Kess was tough when it came to meeting quotas and staying on budget but he was a softy for people, especially me.

“Here, here.” He poured the remaining pieces—all five of them—into my outstretched hand. I swallowed the candy and looked at my empty coffee cup then decided not to push my luck. Kess had done enough for me already.

So what happened? The leather chair sighed as he leaned forward.

It was very strange, Kess.” I was just getting ready to explain how strange when Annie, one of the kitchen assistants, rushed in with my tray.

At the interruption, Kess began to mutter in Latin. I grinned. Hed apparently forgotten that hed taught me how to curse in that particular language after wed consumed several margaritas at happy hour last month.

Anny plunked down the tray, gave me a sour look and hurried away. Everyone knew I got preferential treatment. I lifted the lid and beamed. Steak, baked potato, a slice of pizza loaded with everything and a piece of coconut cake.”

And a carafe of coffee,” Kess added helpfully.

“I dont suppose youll take this sling off my arm? I asked without much hope.

He looked around furtively. Just long enough to eat.”

Thanks, Kess! You’re the best.”

I picked up my fork with my right hand and winced, the shoulder tender. But I’d survive. I started with the cake and worked my way backward. For hospital food it was pretty darn good. When my stomach groaned in protest, I stopped.

“I cant eat another bite.” A good deep breath and my distended belly would pop. I leaned back against the pillows and closed my eyes

There isn’t another bite.” Kess shook his head. Your metabolism is unbelievable. How you stay a size two defies imagination.

I’m a size six.”

“Whatever. Let’s get your sling back on before Nurse McCarthy comes in. Shell skin me alive.”

Trust me. No nurse, or doctor for that matter, is going to skin a hospital administrator, at least not while they’re on the payroll.” I leaned forward as he gently slid the sling over my shoulder and around my arm. I wouldnt have admitted it for worlds but it did relieve some of the throbbing from the fork work.

Since another cup had come with the tray, Kess helped himself to the carafe, took a sip of coffee and leaned forward in his chair. “Now tell me what happened.”



About Sandra Cox

Instead of her own mug shot Sandra chose to send us a photo of the beautiful Frank.  Butter wouldn't melt in that cat's mouth...







A vegetarian and animal lover, Sandra lives with her husband, their dog and several cats in sunny North Carolina.

Besides paranormal, Sandra also writes historical and time-travel romance, young adult fantasy and non-fiction.