tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173911762024-03-15T05:18:22.101+11:00CopperWitchSome people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.comBlogger1955125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-92054577051935750552024-01-10T17:06:00.000+11:002024-01-10T17:06:03.937+11:00I'm back in the great land of Bloggers.<p>Four months in hospital, nearly lost a foot and half a leg. What a way to lose weight, down from 170kg to 110kg. Why don't I lose weight from the backside instead of the boobs and face and let's not talk about the bingo wings.</p><p>I've had to learn to walk again. That is frightening. Not to bad with a walker in front but between wooden rails with no safety net, eek then more eek when you have to walk sideways. I am getting better but can't stand for any length of time and I''m not supposed to be on the computer.</p><p>All of you were in my thoughts. My hair is now almost gone but I'm hoping it will decide to remember where it lives and come back.</p><p>I can never thank my nephew enough for looking after the Ice Bear. Riding his push bike morning and night to check the house and feed the wee beast. </p><p>I must close now before I close my eyes and fall on the keyboard. I will be back soon. Love to you all.</p>JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-83417660116040721472023-02-25T17:48:00.000+11:002023-02-25T17:48:37.939+11:00Americans are strange people almost like Aliens.<p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">I am getting better. My hair is still a little balding but since it's turned snow white I can just brush the Ice Bear and stick his fur on my scalp. I found a home hair dresser and hair is cut, think Jamie Lee Curtis without the great figure.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">I'm cooking my food, washing the clothes, feeding the cat and not going out the front door.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">The memory is much better, concentration is getting sharper and I've graduated from the TV guide to reading novels even the boring autobiographies. I make myself finish those but always have a thriller on the walker for when I start nodding off. Some people you think would make a great book of their lives are the most boring ever. And I know boring, a friend of my father's was the most boring person I've ever met. Honestly the man could Bore for Australia and win a gold medal if anyone was still awake.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">I now have cataracts (hi River) but they are slow moving and I not only cannot afford to have them done at a private clinic, I'm chicken when it comes to not being asleep while sharp objects are roaming around my eyeball. My mission is to out read the mongrels.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">I'm finding Christmas presents that were never sent and presents that I bought for myself. Antikva finally received her 2018 gift box. Nephew never threw anything out, he just pushed all boxes against walls, down the hallway, under beds and all so the OT's couldn't say I had no room to move. In 2021 I had rails put in the bathroom, everywhere but not one of the OT mob thought it through, when hands are wet they slide on metal rails.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">I am also making up my medication packs, on more thing nephew doesn't have to worry about. It gives him more time to stalk Chemist warehouses for Teena pants on special. The difference can be up to $12 a box. I've also drummed it into him to grab the boxes, great for books for the Op Shop. As for pills, well I would love to slap a few doctors because I don't think they ever read about the side affects. The diabetic tablets have about 15 or so and I have 7 of the side affects. I was given Melatonin to help me sleep, that was five months ago. The big letters on the side of the box say, SHORT TERM USE ONLY. I ditched those as they didn't help with sleep at all. The cholesterol should be taken at night on any empty stomach, again big letters on the box. I don't have an empty stomach at night, I have one in the morning before breakfast so doesn't it seem better then.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">Being unable to sleep well, I am watching world news and I say again, Americans are strange people. What a vile place to live if you are a woman. Sometimes I wander into their Twitter feeds and it is a sick lot of men leaving comments about what they want to do to women. That's what I mean about Aliens, they came here from a planet ruled benevolently by women who wouldn't let them smash, bash and trash their own planet. Have a good look at them next time, they all look the same and speak the same and by the size, eat the same gigantic meals. </span></p><p><br /></p>JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-38067463898759694782022-11-05T17:54:00.004+11:002022-11-05T17:54:33.212+11:00Hello, I'm still here.<p> I am getting better. I can stand long enough to cook instead of raiding the cat food.</p><p>But still can't be on the computer for longer than 30 minutes or I'd need a front end loader to get me out of the chair.</p><p>Just re-read my discharge papers from Caulfield Brain Trauma Centre and I know I was quite looney but there is stuff in there that isn't true. They didn't keep my Doctor up to date with any treatment and he is pissed.</p><p>He kept telling them what was wrong with me but it got in the way of them using me as a lab rat. </p><p>My 30 mins is nearly up. The Internet has changed in the last 6 months and I couldn't even order a pizza today without opening an account. I'm going to check the cat food.</p>JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-75782284442041458702022-02-14T16:43:00.001+11:002022-02-14T16:43:54.683+11:0030 Minutes really is painful so no way I'm watching 60 minutes.<p><span style="font-size: medium;"> My foot is painful, backside is painful but the wound nurse and carers have been really terrific. Another 2 weeks should be fixed, please let it be fixed. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I didn't think I would enjoy the Winter Olympics but I did. The thing called The Skeleton looked screaming, it was. It out screamed the Luge. No way I could I use either of them. I really needed a dictionary for most of the ski stuff.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Of course, my favourite came on after the 30 minute stand up and walk. Ice dance, just fantastic and I would have to put that on my list of "never do this".</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Present arrived this morning from a stranger. Best Daffy Duck tie ever. Pure silk and made in Italy, brilliant yellow, dated 1997 which makes it almost an antique. I have never seen one of this pattern before. Neither have I seen a choc Koala full of star sweeties. I'll have to look for this.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I think I'll put the fan on and cool off. It will go on me since Bear managed to throw up this morning, on the carpet. I can't bend over with a brush so I've left white powder, at least I won't stand on it.<br /></span><br /></p>JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-27686181288394258522022-01-24T15:39:00.000+11:002022-01-24T15:39:13.188+11:00Gone but never forgotten.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgBDBlolFw-MJsXEbIm4kVQA9hUZMDl4k3jk7pyf61m7o8-pPEjGu6WGMpKIrEYStUd_GkTSFYff3ZfnSIIbaw_GUC1XfTs6oJxLPJONlWEKexPD5tdggJOXkUkvMr8CFZO5Rvi0rVxqDIRpn2EAKCDK45zQEw4-gbxeW5gd8-HqcjBjeub3nk=s826" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="826" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgBDBlolFw-MJsXEbIm4kVQA9hUZMDl4k3jk7pyf61m7o8-pPEjGu6WGMpKIrEYStUd_GkTSFYff3ZfnSIIbaw_GUC1XfTs6oJxLPJONlWEKexPD5tdggJOXkUkvMr8CFZO5Rvi0rVxqDIRpn2EAKCDK45zQEw4-gbxeW5gd8-HqcjBjeub3nk=w273-h400" width="273" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-size: medium;">My sister has died after being in a coma. She went as she wanted, quietly with no fuss. I thought I would put a rose here for her but this reminded me more of what we where like as children. The Ninety Mile Beach in Victoria where it was hot as hell struggling up those damn sand dunes but once at the top, the wind from the ocean gave us an instant freeze. No matter which way we wandered along the waves, coming back it was always straight into the hot sand. It's a calm photo and I hope she's looking at it and remembering the good times.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Thanks to her friend who held her hand until the last. Thanks to the girls at the Palliative Care Home.</span></p>JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-43838711674050515552021-11-21T18:59:00.000+11:002021-11-21T18:59:46.330+11:00What happened to spring? <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqO6dE7zTsK01UJJ5smjb8RNyIbjFP8ObvMP4UMq1IC1IxE03au-sX3H_JzSKtd5FbpNSY1g-UfzW4UK73IdjrzyZG7JIdiv3fTMao_V1bayEjSOU7S2NFrwqu4d00VyTiGWa9RA/s680/Ey2ZrI2VIAQSxpt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="538" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqO6dE7zTsK01UJJ5smjb8RNyIbjFP8ObvMP4UMq1IC1IxE03au-sX3H_JzSKtd5FbpNSY1g-UfzW4UK73IdjrzyZG7JIdiv3fTMao_V1bayEjSOU7S2NFrwqu4d00VyTiGWa9RA/w316-h400/Ey2ZrI2VIAQSxpt.jpg" width="316" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">This is something I didn't know but I'll try to remember it for next year. Those were the days when I could cover the bod with a string of flowers now I'd need a couple of hedges.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">Still cold in November so I'm still falling asleep in front of the tv during one program and waking up in the middle of another, makes for some interesting lessons. I've never eaten Abalone but I now know that it costs a fortune to buy, there are greenlip or blacklip Aba's. They are actually an underwater snail and if you cut them they can bleed to death. They like to live in S.A. in the same ocean as the great white shark which makes life interesting for people in wet suits trying to make a fortune harvesting Aba's. They were even more nervous in the show I watched because a pod of killer whales - NO, they're ORCAs, you know the big black and white ones. The pod turned up and chewed up a great white shark so the sharks pissed off for a week or so. Very nervy when you know they live here but can't see a fin but can see your money disappearing. I know I wouldn't be wearing a black wet suit, too much like a seal but there must be a rainbow suit I could buy that has "Orcas are my friends" printed on the back and I'd want a very big boat.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">Christmas is coming closer in case you have forgotten. </span></p>JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-10217451249886131932021-11-01T15:00:00.001+11:002021-11-01T15:00:49.774+11:00Christmas is almost here.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc-URPbwGB0ByxYCtQI7hk9_jCKJEGr7nQ9rt28Ed3ns2Dpw7n8qhKebKrg9V42gCH3w8HLX8Pnoc8lxQvPR2yno6rmNZFwahYr7gRhgq9GzFKnzLgLMs_ZrtQlNSV6mXrRAQtaQ/s2048/Sean+and+Bitzer.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc-URPbwGB0ByxYCtQI7hk9_jCKJEGr7nQ9rt28Ed3ns2Dpw7n8qhKebKrg9V42gCH3w8HLX8Pnoc8lxQvPR2yno6rmNZFwahYr7gRhgq9GzFKnzLgLMs_ZrtQlNSV6mXrRAQtaQ/s320/Sean+and+Bitzer.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"> I always take it as soon as Melbourne Cup is run, it's almost Christmas. My sister looks as though she will make it to 2022 and her decision was the right one. With the cancer diagnosed in June she would have had a rotten operation and just be finishing chemo now. She'd have been in pain, in bed most of the time and not much fun but all she's had is fatigue, no pain, having a doctor that believes in a no pain treatment.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Her painting has gone by the way so my gift of Shaun the sheep and Bitzer isn't finished but she tried. She rang this morning and all I could hear in the background were birds. She is training them to eat off wooden board instead of the patio table and so far it's working. Her favourite Currawong got very impatient when breakfast was late because of the table cleaning. He threw a bird tantrum, stomped up and down the table and when that didn't work, decided on a pity approach, wandering the table with a leg dragging behind him. She gave up after that and fed him.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I am glad that I can see a blue sky for once. I still have no shoes to fit. I'm still trying to clean up. I have 7 bookcases which have to be whittled down to 4. I'm getting very ruthless about filling the op shop boxes, keeping only the big reference jewellery books and novels I know I'll enjoy reading again. The couch is piled high with patchwork fabric which I'm going through and getting rid of the fabrics I don't like, only 4 in the op box, I love cottons. In the patchwork world some would be considered antique. The only thing better than playing with fabric is playing with beads but I'll be lost forever if I start doing that.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Say a prayer for my ears, I'm going now to cut my hair. I'm past caring what it looks like as long as it's not long.</span></p>JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-24247184009908729012021-08-09T17:46:00.000+10:002021-08-09T17:46:11.882+10:00Don't nag, I know how long it's been!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgntaqpmMhtlUUqwMxgrMf6pZTak80e5WoiLJWi61VwRkj4LDeonVd3AydXbh6O9Lp25aXHRfF7Y54RCRgS-MRr5u1SiSGW8JkX3rqY-NVVAmT8O83NRSIUXkiXJGJoRt8eQ0xdXA/s750/Cat+glasses+2021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="399" data-original-width="750" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgntaqpmMhtlUUqwMxgrMf6pZTak80e5WoiLJWi61VwRkj4LDeonVd3AydXbh6O9Lp25aXHRfF7Y54RCRgS-MRr5u1SiSGW8JkX3rqY-NVVAmT8O83NRSIUXkiXJGJoRt8eQ0xdXA/w400-h213/Cat+glasses+2021.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">These are made especially for lockdowns, sorry for anyone with dogs who will feel guilty. Plenty of room for ice and gin.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Since it's now August, I guess I must have fallen over again since the last post. It was the cat's fault. I was leaning over to put down his breakfast on his tray and he bumped my legs and splatt I went into the cat food, water dish and kibble bowl. I was in the kitchen so nothing to get a grip on the tiled floor so I did my python imitation and eventually hit the carpet and phoned the ambo's for the usual pick up.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I could have been used as a teaching aide for a forensic class. I was covered in cat breakfast, fur, kitchen floor rubbish, carpet fibres and several unidentified bits. Only 20 minutes for my helpers, 5 to pump up the rubber cushion and 1 to drop in my chair. No thank you, no hospital for me, didn't hit my head. realized later I had lifted a big toenail trying to get a grip but it wasn't hurting. Ambos adored the cat, little crawler. They suggested I get something a little higher for his bowls so I didn't have to bend as much. Oh hardy ha! This is a cat that eats all his food from one side of the bowl and sits and waits for me to turn it round so he can eat the rest. As for the toe, it would have been okay except I caught it in a hole in the carpet, looked down and damn blood again, threw a tissue on it and fixed it later. It fell off last week as toe nails do without any trouble except I stepped back to pick it up and stood on it. Out comes the equipment again and I plucked it out of the sole of my foot.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I am done with my granddaughters after the ridiculous Freedom marches which they were fully into. No good talking to them about science, they have been brainwashed. They told me they had done their research on everything but lost me when they said Covid was a hoax. I won't go into any more on that or the creepy bots that trawl blogs may find me. Back to re-doing the Will which I have had since January 2020. I would go to the solicitor's but I don't have one pair of shoes that will fit me. I'll have to do a bit of chopping and hacking but my new walker will not fit in the cab so we go in circles.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The really rotten news that hit me like a brick was a call from my younger sister who has been diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer. She was given the choices about what to do but having been a nurse, she said no treatment except pain killers. At the moment she is feeling okay. She rang last week, smoking a cig and drinking a can and enjoying both. She's left off those when she went to Qld, but she watches what she eats. In a small window, her son and family managed to visit and see her looking well. She had fun with her grandson and had a long talk with her son and calmed him down. No funeral, her ashes to be sprinkled in a little creek at Ferntree Gully where she played as a kid. I haven't said anything but at some time in the future I will have a small plaque put on the family grave. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">As Annie O'Dyne always said, you have to be tough to get through old age and that's after I realized I am old and aged.</span></p>JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-56978125466453450202021-05-31T17:09:00.003+10:002021-05-31T17:09:48.657+10:00Last day of autumn and it's freezing<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDJZw2aty7ZAQmpB9T7ku2yRtM-ed-rA3ocyfhbFJnULQw86Qgxz4sCALx5-AM-bid8almlBNhBu9GyK23M1gXzkHa_gqpimbQLyB78sTbMNiaZPXvBcp2CxTBEPPReLBFtAUpw/s866/Blackberry+banded+vessel.+Corning+Museum+of+Glass+Artist-Russell-Pool%252CKari.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="866" data-original-width="564" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDJZw2aty7ZAQmpB9T7ku2yRtM-ed-rA3ocyfhbFJnULQw86Qgxz4sCALx5-AM-bid8almlBNhBu9GyK23M1gXzkHa_gqpimbQLyB78sTbMNiaZPXvBcp2CxTBEPPReLBFtAUpw/w416-h640/Blackberry+banded+vessel.+Corning+Museum+of+Glass+Artist-Russell-Pool%252CKari.jpg" width="416" /></a></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Another gorgeous vase to gaze at. The flowers are not in the glass but on the surface and I think the birds might be too. I couldn't find it in the files because I had it under 'blue' when it should have been blackberries.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Last day of our not autumn. Now on to winter. The cat and I just sat in front of the heater until the house warmed up for breakfast. It's very unusual for the cat not to bolt for the brekkie dish but he didn't move. The heater is set for 24 but this morning it was 6. Every creaking bone did it's best to break the pain barrier so I joined the cat in meditation.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">We're in lockdown again so our Crime Minister has left to visit New Zealand leaving the Cabinet to stuff everything up again. All care home staff were first in line for vaccination but it only took one to infect this care home and probably another since once again they are having to work two jobs to make enough money to live. We've had another anti-vax protest on Melbourne streets which is confusing to me because it's not compulsary. I did hear through the shouting, the same old rubbish published on facebook, the exact words I've read too many times. How ridiculous to yell at a passerby, "It's a lie! Have you seen anyone with Covid?" No, because I don't go near a Covid ward and no, because I don't see dead people. No more on that or I'll have the drum beaters turning up here.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">My life has become more complicated when it should be simple so cleaning up is something I'm going to ignore. The cat agrees with me but only as long as that doesn't include not opening his food cans.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Now this will not be my last word on this subject. RUBY PRINCESS, the plague ship that sailed into Sydney. Instead of people blaming everything and everybody, let's remember who let passengers off this ship with no quarantine.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">I'm going back to the heater, I'm cold inside and out.</span></p><p> </p>JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-86804798903732780532021-05-09T16:31:00.000+10:002021-05-09T16:31:22.328+10:00I'm taking some time to get myself together.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT0qS19kuLXVG__CjH59PiivFx-GEDolssSAw55bNBNPd4Q2mcq-vGo4ya5X-9_J4HAOG6esewW-BLVScMpgX816aJVj-DfvAQnRYpfNxZ6_ojYgVd5Lm5y54TVg92kniYIRJ_tw/s700/Dragonfly+glass.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="373" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT0qS19kuLXVG__CjH59PiivFx-GEDolssSAw55bNBNPd4Q2mcq-vGo4ya5X-9_J4HAOG6esewW-BLVScMpgX816aJVj-DfvAQnRYpfNxZ6_ojYgVd5Lm5y54TVg92kniYIRJ_tw/w342-h640/Dragonfly+glass.jpg" width="342" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">I could really sit and look at this dragonfly jug for a long time. Actually I could just sit and watch clouds. The fat lady is almost ready to sing and give up but there's a bit left in the tank. I just need time.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">The space junk has landed north of the Maldives but I was hoping it would land on Morrison. Doc Marvin spent a lot of time arranging his vaccination times for his clinic, nursing home residents and the few that he visits (me in that group). The moment the Feds took over everything went to hell so I've had no flu vac or Covid. It had to go covid-----flu-----2nd covid and it hasn't so I haven't left the house again. Well nearly, I almost did a header out of the back door again. Now I'm not trying it again, I go out the front door, put the bins out and come in the back door. Don't ask, it just works.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Budget next week, look for flying pigs.</span></p>JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-58113358533355865742021-03-23T14:35:00.000+11:002021-03-23T14:35:25.629+11:00What a sewer this Parliament has become.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-8kuARcurJuX_PSG2Y4VnAHaocxDG3E1UiyraSGGMjtzoHIvKrHh4qQ_SMM9gGH0xmEnWWvL7XpH_PFud80ivo1nx52GPuGm1RJNEc6KVJu9kqmxyGI4gGK7YsJxnJ7SI3CGbaA/s752/Bead+terrarium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-8kuARcurJuX_PSG2Y4VnAHaocxDG3E1UiyraSGGMjtzoHIvKrHh4qQ_SMM9gGH0xmEnWWvL7XpH_PFud80ivo1nx52GPuGm1RJNEc6KVJu9kqmxyGI4gGK7YsJxnJ7SI3CGbaA/w480-h640/Bead+terrarium.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Forget the Heading, look deeply into this gorgeous little garden. All of this beauty is locked into a glass bead and when used on the full screen is just mesmerising. I could watch it for ages but get frustrated when I can't turn it around to see what is hidden.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">It's been a while since I could put my brain together to blog, still haven't been outside the front gates, still haven't found a pair of shoes that will fit. I did think I should weigh myself but good luck, the battery was dead. And last week my neighbour died. She slipped on tiles or so she thought and cracked her pelvis. The Dementia which was progressingly slowly amped up with the pain and shock and she was gone in two weeks. The Palliative care unit came to the house every day and took good care of her and made sure she was never in pain and she just went to sleep and didn't wake up.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">So I thought it was about time that I really got stuck into fixing my will. I was lucky and found my granddaughters on Instagram so I now have their addresses in Qld. De-cluttering season is in full swing so I sent all of my almost antique Christmas ornaments up in boxes. Next up went nearly all the wool I found in the sewing room. Miles of it, I never found a ball of wool I didn't like. I'm halfway through a black rug, the wool for a dark blue is packed and gorgeous soft antique warm white is also packed, best wool is Cleckheaton. This is mine, I have never crocheted a rug for me. There is an open bag in the lounge and anything for the Op-shop is thrown in there.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">After 3 weeks of dithering I finally bought a new office chair, last one and $400 off the original price. The one I'm sitting on now was also on special but it's not comfortable anymore probably made for some skinny game playing kid living in his mother's basement. The de-cluttering of books has been successful just haven't been moved to the new home, I've turned the hall into a library. I live in a perpetual mess but I agonise over putting the books in the right class or just throw them in and get them off the floor. Sometimes trying to sleep I do dream about all of them in order but wake in the morning and have forgotten everything. I can only do it once, my shoulders hurt from putting up high and my spine sounds like bits of lego from bending to the bottom.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">And when I'm hurting from books, I take on patchwork fabric because I can't find my nightdress fabric, my already cut out winter dresses and summer lounging frocks which I didn't need this summer anyway. The one thing I must make is a warm dressing gown and I know where that is. Trouble is like that pretty bead, I can't help playing with the fabric and putting them together for quilts I'll never get to make. If only my mind was a straight road and didn't go wandering off into the bush. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">All this has a purpose. Forgetting what pigs we have allowed to run our country. They don't care about us, they only care about power and money, their money which is really ours, and power. Power is the biggie. We can look down on the lower classes and thumb our noses because we are better but it's all an illusion because you've forgotten who put you in that position. We, the people, we, the women and women have long memories and we carry grudges for a very long time. Even after all these years I could still wrap a brick round Howard's face. When candidates join the LNP, is there a form that says they must be ugly, greedy and dishonest? I only ask since most of them are.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">I must go back to my bead, I've allowed myself to wander off into the bad place again.</span></p>JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-37961967560201971022021-01-26T15:09:00.000+11:002021-01-26T15:09:07.760+11:00And we start the year with a bang<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyGmKGWq1MJLw6eX4EW6Xbv33F9mpCMBOoPQqkQIEZE4kZjoGtyius1apE3iJEuv6BxMYIFH0vueZxMMpRXf95ltMoMIH_9Mk9812GaCtgBsIH66frjDsc4U8y-Lo3si5zjnryCA/s564/The+Croc+heel..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyGmKGWq1MJLw6eX4EW6Xbv33F9mpCMBOoPQqkQIEZE4kZjoGtyius1apE3iJEuv6BxMYIFH0vueZxMMpRXf95ltMoMIH_9Mk9812GaCtgBsIH66frjDsc4U8y-Lo3si5zjnryCA/s320/The+Croc+heel..jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">I decided not to talk about the year, I have a feeling it's only going to get worse. I was looking for a pair of boots I'd archived which I loved, no not those up there but the brown leather ones at the bottom. They're called slim calf boots for ladies with skinny legs and I think they look great. They remind me of the first time I saw boots on legs when they were just coming into fashion and I never saw another pair I loved as much. I also realized that I didn't have and never would have skinny legs so they remain on my never to wear list.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Now about Crocs, I hate crocs. They're not meant to be worn with any confidence and especially when made by men with a sense of humour. High heel pink crocs, insane but you'll get noticed.<br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO2Z0Ik0vA61W1ptuW42gCCcYtWKs3Hi5qeRk7MuDKpKWdt-oHh69EJ_0PMC7Gh9ULZgXvYHDqhctiAwT92fQUdufUvdrQO2hGTF69DM08cTf_Jp8ir1J70crZ4TqvkyJOOoDevA/s485/Spider+shoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="485" data-original-width="400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO2Z0Ik0vA61W1ptuW42gCCcYtWKs3Hi5qeRk7MuDKpKWdt-oHh69EJ_0PMC7Gh9ULZgXvYHDqhctiAwT92fQUdufUvdrQO2hGTF69DM08cTf_Jp8ir1J70crZ4TqvkyJOOoDevA/s320/Spider+shoes.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Now if you really want to be noticed, why not these? Spiders, dead I presume and safely encased in plastic but even the thought of walking on top of one gives me the horrors. Give a pair of these to your favourite arachnophobe for her birthday. Trains are too crowded these day to sit and cross your legs to swing your shoes in front of fellow passengers, all of whom are wondering if it's real or not.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3vgr5JJJUpC_3iiNN-eE32h2_RJTK9T9NIUHe5p_TH0KeKfep12UUAHfKTGrlKtpnQI3JNzZjGFueptw4a1yBmjchEuuRn3twTJyrKBhaxffCzlprqI7wJiKU9eabsn9JeVyLbw/s613/Jeffrey+Campbell+Barbie+Wedges..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="613" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3vgr5JJJUpC_3iiNN-eE32h2_RJTK9T9NIUHe5p_TH0KeKfep12UUAHfKTGrlKtpnQI3JNzZjGFueptw4a1yBmjchEuuRn3twTJyrKBhaxffCzlprqI7wJiKU9eabsn9JeVyLbw/s320/Jeffrey+Campbell+Barbie+Wedges..jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">These are for us who were never given a Barbie for Christmas and hated every friend who had a roomful. Not me, I only wanted books not blondie dolls with skinny legs. For giving to all your friends you suspect are secret sadists but I'm all for equal rights so where are the booties full of Ken dolls, heads I mean. Although anatomically correct Kens would make fine stomping soles. These were made by a man and I really have to wonder about his mental health.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTpyeV4MMmtp8FYtvd2KaoBJPn4GOBp4-aXGP64z6CkM7swqiNVd2ZoXklCAZq6Pi-OPSItu0cdwTYk_x9ciyjFd8oeqVPe31LalcvX8P9ZR2cUE9TMM6SRyaiSrGo6X33aKYFyQ/s390/Skinny+calf+boots..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="390" data-original-width="260" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTpyeV4MMmtp8FYtvd2KaoBJPn4GOBp4-aXGP64z6CkM7swqiNVd2ZoXklCAZq6Pi-OPSItu0cdwTYk_x9ciyjFd8oeqVPe31LalcvX8P9ZR2cUE9TMM6SRyaiSrGo6X33aKYFyQ/s320/Skinny+calf+boots..jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">But my all time favourite, lovely heel, gorgeous buttons, great leg fit, yeah, yeah, except for fat legs but I can still dream. I've put them in my dream folder of all things I've ever wanted and will never have except in that little corner of my mind where I am 6 foot tall, fabulous figure that stays that way without exercise and long red hair plus flawless skin with not a wrinkle in sight. It really is a dream folder not the walking nightmare I am in real life. I really love those boots.</span><p></p>JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-86878483097217565452021-01-10T17:47:00.000+11:002021-01-10T17:47:35.709+11:0010 days and 2021 is raging<p> <span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Not even a fortnight into 2021 and I'm ready to build a bunker in the back yard, mostly for the cat. We have had fireworks but I forgot the Day for Dickheads when we waste money Australia hasn't got.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">The cat's been having a bad time. Nearly killed himself yesterday by crawling into a king size doona cover, not being able to find his way out, panic. I could hear a tiny meow of fear, looked everywhere and wondered if he had gone out in the heat and was stressed. Then I saw the cover move. I could not find the open end, because he had rolled the damn thing into a ball and it was a matter of trying to straighten it flat with the lump still not helping. By the time he staggered out he was distressed and drank nearly a bowl of water.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">It didn't help that I accidentally stood on his tail later on.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">I will be glad when the 20th is over and maybe Biden can get on with the job of making America human again. And why are Australians in the Liberal Party going on about how great the Mad Mango still is. They haven't done a thing for poor people in this country. Scummo is on holidays again so he hasn't pulled his party into line. What a surprise!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Dan Andrews cut his holidays short, Albanese, one car crash, couple of days in hospital and he's back on the job. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Boris seems intent on killing most of Britain without having a war. I have a wonderful vision of Queen Liz complete with ceremonial (just sharpened) sword standing at the door of 10 Downing st. and politely asking Boris to step outside.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">And another thing, why are the mosquitos the size of 747s this year? Covid is enough without Dengue fever wanting a spot in the limelight.</span></p>JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-48590748795217599432021-01-01T17:32:00.000+11:002021-01-01T17:32:34.488+11:00Virus sneaks into 2021<p> <span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">2021 arrives carrying another version of Covid virus.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Scummo is off on holidays again because he had to come back and work on changing one word in our crappy National Anthem.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">I haven't seen Dutton recently.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">My sister cancelled her flight from Queensland thanks to ladies who lunch and spread virus in Melbourne. I'm glad she's not putting herself in danger which means I'm likely to kill her if she starts sistering me. Those of you who have sisters will understand that.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">I'm still trying to calm down the cat from fireworks last night. They were cancelled in Melbourne but not at the local Park. He's been a perfect drama queen because of the full moon and slept on me, 40kgs of cat gives one nightmares and now it's fireworks.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">And a big Christmas carol for Robbert who outdid himself in the Daffy Duck Tie present. Brilliant, looks fantastic hanging up with the other 5, yes I counted 5 and now 6. Sorry so long to thank you but I've been trying to take a photo of the cat wearing it.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">He looks so Daffy in it.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Now I'm going to have a lo-carb beer while tea is microwaving itself.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Have a virus free new year, actually have a Scummo free new year, that's much better.</span></p>JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-41453555596119058752020-11-30T15:58:00.000+11:002020-11-30T15:58:54.697+11:00Hurting so I'm sorry for people who hurt all the time<p> <span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">Since the end of September my joints, knees, shoulders and elbows have decided to hurt.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">I thought it was just arthritis and getting old and I would get used to it. I'm not getting used to it. I shuffle and try to do normal walking and picking up stuff but I am terrified of falling over. At least I've come down from two walking sticks to one to none and I'm sure that leaning on sticks didn't do the shoulders any good.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">I refuse to acknowledge I have depression, that would really make me depressed. I do have anxiety, a gift given to me as a child, one of those gifts once given never leaves. I know my friends all have pain of some kind and all of us wouldn't make one whole healthy person so we shut up and stagger on. Well I was sick of doing that so I had a good howl the other day and felt better for an hour.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">I'm now trying to get in the shower but there's no-one home, only my 80 year old neighbour and I'm terrified of falling. And no I'm not getting one of those alarm things because I'd fret and worry about pressing the button every morning. I think I'll have a cuppa and a biscuit and sit for a while. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">I wish they'd stuff Black Friday sales which will lead into Christmas sales and hideous carols. I can't even buy Ice Bear a present, five minutes and he's bored. Can't figure out why cats shred toilet paper and look like they're having fun. I tried that and he just put his head on it and went to sleep.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">Okay, tea and biscuit, I'll do that first then all that other stuff.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-75834440591455636372020-11-11T20:46:00.000+11:002020-11-11T20:46:03.760+11:00Some men should be deleted for good.<p><span style="font-size: large;">I've removed the photos of my girls after the arrests of the disgusting ring of Pedos in Australia. I know my blog is only a small one with not many readers but I'm not taking any chances.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I'll be back soon. Almost broke a knee and still in pain but the Doc says to rest but get up and walk every half hour. It should be an hour since the first half is whining, screaming and moaning.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Pathology coming at 8 tomorrow morning to take a gallon of blood. Love that before breakfast. </span></p>JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-255515351329204152020-10-01T16:51:00.000+10:002020-10-01T16:51:52.499+10:00Lockdown<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy6k0LTsLT6MnWu9AeBipcYkGWGZxrgr87RHbk_m-fQxbZxxgACNTtcc7og-awxIhIVk0Yp7XAgVHCN_37pn0nAqsR2q1-_iMAxL6eL27rx2eThtKlmkKXse-g8NdvCYw6_8R7lQ/s2048/Melbourne+in+Lockdown+9-2020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy6k0LTsLT6MnWu9AeBipcYkGWGZxrgr87RHbk_m-fQxbZxxgACNTtcc7og-awxIhIVk0Yp7XAgVHCN_37pn0nAqsR2q1-_iMAxL6eL27rx2eThtKlmkKXse-g8NdvCYw6_8R7lQ/w300-h400/Melbourne+in+Lockdown+9-2020.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">Another painting from my sister. Melbourne in Lockdown, I particularly like the dropped mask in the roadway. I'm wearing my mask for another 12 months just to make sure. If it looks a bit crooked it's only because she has it propped up on a wall. She's not taking chances either, Yeppoon is full of holiday makers, crowded the shops and the beaches. You can almost see the germs on them.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">The cat and I have been out in the sun for two hours, a record for both of us. I was wearing two cloaks and a dressing gown, it's not quite warm enough for me yet. It's supposed to be 27 degrees in the next few days, but 27 up north is not bearable according to my sister. The apple tree is in bloom, covered in bees and a squadron of wasps, big ones. The bad news is Daylight saving time starts on Sunday, crap, so it will probably rain next week.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">It's the allergy season, thank you Mother Nature. Earthquakes all over, volcanoes going off and that photo of 5 hurricanes near Florida was awesome. Poor California continues to burn and I hope those morons in Parliament are taking notice and making plans. Perhaps a sacrifice to the fire Goddess would be in order, I volunteer Sussan Ley on behalf of all Koalas but it might be an insult to the Goddess since Ley is completely useless to the human race.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">I almost hate the new blogger as badly as I did the old one when it first appeared but I suppose I'll get used to it. Too many bells and whistles on all social media these days and it takes ages for me to get the hang of it. Someone else has trouble getting the hang of things, I must go over to twitter to see if Scottyfrommarketing has managed to count just how many ships are waiting to dock in Sydney. And we thought Abbott was the worst PM we ever had.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">Someone who'll think again about putting his big head above the parapet is Kennett. He made some unwelcome suggestions to Dan Andrews and the twitterati dumped all over Kennet, we in Melbourne have not forgotten what he did to this state as Premier. For this pandemic we would still have an infectious diseases hospital, straight in for the Covid-19 arrivals. </span></p>JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-45371964084946586802020-09-15T16:49:00.002+10:002020-09-15T16:49:41.036+10:00Lace and a trace of leather<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAVU6xKDXxDAqeJmZKF9Vhh54HCvQlIBvQWjc_Bm_0t2eUQOapzeuLNxx0TChOhu1mxdHCwktUFLdNkfS1HaljobG-i3fS09kM7tVQIKxGX07K2O5v4exRbBsS-ihEuxwuatrlug/s846/Blush+pink+wedding+dress+with+flutter+sleeve+floral+embroidery+lace+and+layers+of+tulle+2020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="846" data-original-width="564" height="781" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAVU6xKDXxDAqeJmZKF9Vhh54HCvQlIBvQWjc_Bm_0t2eUQOapzeuLNxx0TChOhu1mxdHCwktUFLdNkfS1HaljobG-i3fS09kM7tVQIKxGX07K2O5v4exRbBsS-ihEuxwuatrlug/w520-h781/Blush+pink+wedding+dress+with+flutter+sleeve+floral+embroidery+lace+and+layers+of+tulle+2020.jpg" width="520" /></a></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /> I love watching a wedding dress show which is on really late but it's worth the laugh. Fat brides, really enormous brides with humongous boobs and then there are the really really big arses, for balance so they don't fall over from the big boobs. I can throw stones, I'm leader of this bunch but I would never choose a bridal dress with strapless top and something that tries to make out there's a waist under the boobs and above the bum. And they want it fairy tale pouffy with bling but it doesn't work because they walk like draught horses. If you're paying $15,000 for a dress then you must pay for a concrete corset to wear it properly, like stand up straight, no slouching and learn how to glide and no buying 6 inch heels if you're not used to them. I always remember Sarah Ferguson clumping down the aisle like a race to the prize. Strapless with boobs always needs a little something to soften the shoulders so you don't look like a Sumo wrestler.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">I love this dress. I love the blush pink colour under the gauze. I love the floaty sleeves and the lace and the V neckline. The back is just as pretty with a long train of the flower lace gauze. Now think giant boobs practically sitting on the hips without that waist. It's the kind of dress that could suit BIG. You have to imagine it, probably think about it for about an hour until the picture jells.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">And forget the really overloaded perfume flowers like lilies unless you intend to have all the bridesmaids perfume co-ordinated with the flowers. Never mind all the guests wearing different perfumes as well. The Bride supposed to be the standout with a gentle wafting perfume that follows her into the venue not gallops through the door 5 minutes before she does.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">I bought new cologne the other day, on special. Since I can't go anywhere I'm wearing to bed, makes my dreams sweeter. It had all the citrusy ingredients I love and since it was a man's cologne (it was cheap special) it also had a touch of leather. I couldn't think how the leather would go and how did leather smell anyway. By the time it had worn down to the base notes, I could just get a faint whiff, like wearing a new watch or walking into a shoe shop, an expensive shoe shop with delicate matching handbags or fine leather gloves, not politically correct these days. Then the smell was gone and the citrus stayed on. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">So there are your blogger influences for today and it's free.</span></p>JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-28810566652143054172020-09-14T15:50:00.001+10:002020-11-11T20:37:45.415+11:00Just one more before they grow too much<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">Clio looks like she can handle a spoon but Rylee thinks hands are faster. Jobs are tough to find in Queensland like everywhere else but I would never like to see these two in danger because of Covid-19.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Colour me happy because I managed to do another self hair cut with no ears snipped and it is now my proper shade of red instead of half white, half red and looking like a stand up cockatoo crest. Still having trouble with shoes though and I can't break my shoe horn because I can't get out to buy another half dozen. I've found it's easier to buy them in bulk.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">The Covid lockdown in Melbourne is easing a bit. I can nominate one person to visit me and the curfew has been extended for another hour. Dan Andrews has suggested for cafes to have tables on the footpath with car parking space being the new footpath. Some streets in the City might be closed and I am just waiting for the first person to start whinging about that. The Council rates are in and now I must remember that payment is on the last day of the month not the first day as it was last year. I have postal notes all over the computer to remind me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I'm now going to treat myself with strong black coffee with marshmallows on top. I can live without cafe coffee but probably not muffins.</span></p>JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-29070435646895071002020-09-11T17:26:00.001+10:002020-11-11T20:37:11.135+11:00How could I have forgotten her name<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">And I woke in the middle of the night and remembered. Here is the lovely Clio ready to be devoured by a giant Queensland plant.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXYgWaRacoof0ZgnJ-DYfdH8-H56us8TrZTPwNgtHk4tZLFYNnTfElZhecFU9egX4oyc-9ADh03dEHwbNT4vpw329t5xiZjG86uZ6djalDJg62DWaEEhROlhnB6CHkfjDQNG4x1A/s1200/Porg.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXYgWaRacoof0ZgnJ-DYfdH8-H56us8TrZTPwNgtHk4tZLFYNnTfElZhecFU9egX4oyc-9ADh03dEHwbNT4vpw329t5xiZjG86uZ6djalDJg62DWaEEhROlhnB6CHkfjDQNG4x1A/s320/Porg.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span> T<span style="font-size: medium;">his is a Porg from the Last Jedi. He's fluffy and cute and the cat hates him. He beat him up. This is a one pet home even if the Porg is stuffed.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I don't have a name for him yet, I'm still thinking. </span></p>JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-23632958591718222442020-09-06T15:34:00.002+10:002020-11-11T20:36:38.541+11:00Mud Cake anyone?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"> Bloody new blogger, can't work anything out. I'll start with the bottom photo of Rylee who really does like Mud Cake. It appears she has trouble finding where her mouth is in that gorgeous face. And I am really lousy at remembering birthdays but I'm sure she turns one or two this month. Time has begun to lose meaning this year. I thought I was very good keeping up with my diary for the last two weeks until it turned out to be last two weeks of July. The Calendar didn't help since it was still on June.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">The top photo is of a creek in Queensland (legal, they live there). Their Grandfather loved nothing better than to photograph creeks and waterfalls so I thought I would put this here for Fathers' Day.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">Big sister Laura is at the top enjoying the rocks and water. It looks really warm but the water is making me feel cold. I won't mind being locked in for a while longer. The North wind last week had my sinuses clogged with dust and I don't care what anyone said about it being warmer, it wasn't.</span></p><p>Now there is a new font size, sorry if you think you're going blind. </p>JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-43314641333662793112020-08-16T18:11:00.002+10:002020-08-16T18:11:58.114+10:00Back before long.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEc_psKpB3cmJkbujmhdp5v0s7zkn8ohfBaqV3Sn2H8_zjSNKauEV0Qcyxf_l69EjdPnAeEE6YZgV1Zos4A8PrZyKXa5IyRLftZOEGFDmr2prW-w3SDKCRIlEFSX5hnvnUCTAaCQ/s564/craft+cats+2020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEc_psKpB3cmJkbujmhdp5v0s7zkn8ohfBaqV3Sn2H8_zjSNKauEV0Qcyxf_l69EjdPnAeEE6YZgV1Zos4A8PrZyKXa5IyRLftZOEGFDmr2prW-w3SDKCRIlEFSX5hnvnUCTAaCQ/s0/craft+cats+2020.jpg" /></a></div> <p></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Aren't they sweet? Felted kittens, a craft I never got the hang of. And I don't think I'm going to get the hang of this new blogger either. Go hide in a corner for a few weeks and everything changes and I'm just not in the mood for another change. Cutting my own hair is as adventurous as I can manage.</span></p><p>But let's go with a great fact. We know the Antarctic glaciers are melting but I just found out that 3% of that melt is penguin pee. Stands to reason, poor birds have to go somewhere but not with a damn great egg warming on your feet. All I can envisage in my mind is a great circle of penguins huddled together in a storm and someone yells "Pee" and the snow warms up a bit. Shouldn't have started that thought, must go now, in a hurry.</p>JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-75189708847375138802020-06-23T15:12:00.001+10:002020-06-23T15:12:37.929+10:00Bits I'd forgotten<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And for me a dress, sparkly dress. By this time I bet every female would love a new dress but we still have nowhere to go. I'd have to wear a corset, my boobs don't hold as high as that anymore and knowing me I'd probably step on the front hem and bring the whole lot down. It does match my red hair and my imaginary age and weight. That doesn't sound crazy, children have imaginary friends, I have imaginary age and weight.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">More covid-19 breakouts but the teams have now traced the pockets to the suburbs and it's mainly family get togethers. I wish they would stop showing that awful footballer clearing both nostrils with his fingers then grabbing and passing the football. Yes, he is Covid Positive. Stupid coach said he was a little warm one day then raging temperature the next but was still training with the team. Now all teams of all football are running around to find a home ground well away from Melbourne. Excellent in my book, let them stay there.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Same with Trump's team for his big rally, 6 definite Covid with another 2 on the way. I wonder if he made them walk home. He certainly didn't look the same man walking away from the helicopter, tie undone and his hair gerbil askew.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Two more schools shut here for deep cleaning and I wouldn't be sending the children back but some women don't have a choice, thank you Chief Creep Minister for knocking off the free ChildCare. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Since Parliament still isn't sitting, all Parliament salaries should be put into ChildCare where it would do a lot of good. Now all we have to do is wait for the Eden-Monaro by- election and see what people think of the LNP but apparently the "pork barrels" have been rolling into the electorate. I want to see his miserable face the day after the candidate goes down the gutter. </span>JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-86912282361039930772020-06-16T16:38:00.000+10:002020-06-16T16:38:29.889+10:00Stupid Government<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Now I hope you have all watched the previous video, if I've managed to get it right.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Prof. Wood and his collegues (bugger spelling) based their hand held machine on the tri-corder from StarTrek. It has taken them years to get it perfected mainly for Malaria but it can also be configured for different diseases and virus infections. It could have been at the gangplank of the Ruby Princess plague ship and every passenger and crew member would have been tested. How much money would have been saved, how many lives saved.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So why wasn't this on hand after so much research and work had been put into it? This Government's ignorance of any kind of science and non-belief of practical science, after all the machine doesn't do happy-clappy. The scientists did their own work, taught Phd students, taught classes and most tiring of all, wrote Grants. Hours of begging for money to keep going. It's really a shame that they couldn't disguise it as a football clubhouse or a statue of Captain Cook.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So watch the video, take notice of the Malaria deaths because as our climate changes, mosquitos will be moving south and coming for fresh blood. DDT was touted as the best killer of mozzies but it also killed off the bugs that ate them and didn't do much for our health either. And the malaria parasite would just look around and find another vector for it's particular life cycle and on it would go.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Every Government should not have just one Minister for Science, it should have at least one Minister and 20 minions to do the leg work and investigate every invention that might save us from another pandemic. Forget the Border Force, as we've seen, a bullet won't kill a virus but a good Medical Border Force in every port will do a better job.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And just to make you really happy, a programme on tonight said that some sharks could live for 400 years. All I could think of was Dutton and Morrisson floating around our Parliament for 400 years, frightening. </span>JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-35465101054577431262020-06-16T16:04:00.001+10:002020-06-16T16:08:37.471+10:00I hope I have posted this without a mistake<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/yEKt4MI9CwY" width="480"></iframe>JahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.com4