after the day – prose from Port Douglas

no unsettling macabre tales
as deep within these grey cells
lies beauty – a captured picture
not through a lens
but taken through my eyes

gone the wintry blustery grey
the dark as dungeons, the shutters
of my eyes the camera holding
what I see and feel and smell

for it’s me that takes the candid
shots, though years may travel on
if I never see the photo printed –
in my mind I’ll see it clear, I’ll
remember what it looked like what
was captured here

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Calling it a night though only 8:30pm…must be all the fresh air 🙂 We had a lovely tea. Pasta Carbonara for Mr. S and I have a yummy Surf and Turf (thick med-rare steak with garlic cream sauce topped with king prawns, salad and chips) oh and a Mojito …can I tell you how lovely that was… 🙂 So it’s over and out from me for another night (and here I was thinking I wouldn’t blog whilst away…yeah right Mumsy) I figure if I do this daily I won’t have so much to catch up on when I get back. 🙂 xx

My Saturday at home in Melbourne Australia

Firstly forgive moi, my muse made me rest a bit and I took a step back from writing the last few days. However (for better or worse) she has returned and I few things to share, but to save your sanity of having to read a post that is 4 pages long I shall post a few smaller ones.

It is Saturday the 25th. The time now is 4:37pm. Mr. S is having a ‘cat-nap’ upstairs on the couch after doing some reading. I was up early, (well 8am) as I had some ‘chores’ to do. One was a medical appointment the other a little bit of housework.

I have now finished two loads of  washing ( yay you I hear you cry) and have hung(unceremoniously draped) everything on the ‘clothes horse’ to dry, as it’s cold and damp outside and it will be days (if not weeks) okay possibly months, before the sun peeks through again. I hate the cold (think you may already be aware of this) and dislike my house looking like a ‘laundry’  with washing hanging everywhere, but it is what it is, so I shall stop my moaning.

This morning I had an Ultrasound on my throat, well thyroid, I get this checked every couple of years as apparently I have some ‘nodules’ (quite an unpleasant sounding word really). I have copied the below information if no one has heard of this condition. Am I worried? Yes I am a little, my first scan in 2010 was clear, I will know the results of this one next Tuesday.

Thyroid Nodules Overview
The main function of the thyroid gland in the neck is to make thyroid hormone, which is essential for normal growth and metabolism. Nodules are simply lumps which are either solid or fluid-filled. Autopsy studies have revealed that up to 50% of all adults die carrying at least one thyroid nodule. These people may or may not have been aware of the presence of their thyroid nodules.Thyroid nodules are found more commonly as people age. Most thyroid nodules are benign and not cancerous.Only 5% of all thyroid nodules will be discovered to be thyroid cancer.Finding cancer in a thyroid nodule is more likely in a person younger than age 30 or older than age 60 years.However, it is important to remember that only a small percentage of people with thyroid cancer die as a result of their thyroid cancer.

Now for something a little lighter…

Here is a pic of the office/study (I should have tied the papers up first) where I type my blogs and now and then stare out of the window for inspiration.

You can now picture me sitting here can’t you? You are excited by that aren’t you? Aren’t you?

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Where do you sit to blog? Does the room where you type (if you have a mains computer) give you inspiration? What do you stare at when your fingers aren’t hitting the keyboards and your muse let’s you rest for a moment?

Post a pic – or describe if you want to? *nods* would like to know, so then when I read your posts, I can visualise you there (in a non stalking way) that is.  🙂

x

What is it?

Perhaps a lick
a taste on tongue
perhaps the
smoothness
and

aaahhhh

perhaps the taste
the sweetness
bliss
the joy the
pleasure felt

perhaps the
ecstasy
the long filled
want

the no you
shouldn’t but
the need
the crave

perhaps the
thought of
it’s been a while
I miss it

the creaminess
the
flavour
texture

perhaps
it’s just
your mind
thinking

what

ice-cream?

Moments of happiness

It’s 10:45pm Saturday night, I have been out to dinner with friends and of course the gorgeous Mr. S.

I now sit at the desk, with a desk lamp giving the only glow in the room and I am playing Romanza by Andrea Bocelli. I love this CD.

There is a party next door and as it’s a warm night they are outside with their music, so it’s a bit of a battle of the volumes at present. I think I’m winning.

I have had a couple of wines (glasses) not bottles and feeling in one of my more aaaah moods.

You get them too, I know you must, when you have fuzzy warm inners, listening to beautiful music. God his voice is so spine tingling to me.

I am going to write this without previous thought and see what becomes of it…

Amore on wisteria vines mauve hues against a
back drop of green, palms outstretched to the sun

in the voice of the one you love, the people you love
rejoicing in their laughter, comforting in their grief

climbing a hilltop to view the valleys in the suns morning
light, flaxen glow dusting the surface on the dirt below

the waves that roll towards you that wet your feet and make
you run back to the sand like a child giggling

listening to music, butterflies in your stomach
eyes closed breathing in the tones, the words

candle lit rooms giving off a soft romantic glow,
fragrant oil burner mingling

warm bubble bath sinking in after a weary day
water to soothe your body and your mind

 

Amore to all who read

they are some of my ahh moments tonight that I wanted to share.

When do you get the warm & fuzzies?

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I decided on text and write the title afterwards.
What makes you warm and fuzzy?

My warm and fuzzy moments come from so many things.. I’m sharing just a few

  • hearing my daughters laugh
  • my daughters giving me a hug
  • holding onto Mr. S
  • writing
  • reading comments on my writing
  • listening to Andrea Bocceli – or any music
  • hearing a new borns cry
  • watching a child take their first steps
  • watching a foal take theirs
  • orangutang infants
  • puppies and grown puppies
  • wishing balloons on a Thailand night
  • eating something delicious..strawberries – lobster
  • drinking something delicious – a Mai Tai – chocolate milk
  • giving my arm to my parents when they walk

I guess this list (in my mind) is endless as it would be for each and every one of you.

Tell me if you wish what makes you warm and fuzzy?

Even if it’s one.

What more do we want in life?

After a wine or two

Yes I put this as a Category and sometimes I have written after I have imbibed in the demon drink alcoholic beverage.

This evening, yes it is night in my part of the world – its 11.59pm  and ‘my bad’ as I have imbibed.

So forgive me with whatever I manage to type and also forgive any typing errors (though I will do a spell check if I can make sense of the red underlined words) and what springs forth from my brain, for I am not writing consciously  – from the words of someone we all know – ‘for they know not what they do’..in this case I am the ‘they’. Are you confused yet … I am.

EVERYONE has mentioned in one blog or another that Christmas makes them melancholy, think of their life thus far, think of the future..what could have been ..what is to come, or why this time of year makes us reflect on situations more than before.

How overwhelming are our lives? What do we set out to accomplish? We are born..we live…we die, but sometimes this is questioned because we feel there must be something more? Do we appreciated the lives we have?  Are we happy with our mere existence? Should we do more for others than what we perceive is enough?

Let’s face it – none of us want to die. We are happy where we are and to a degree who we are.

BUT do you ever get the ‘there must be something more than this’ thought?

Do we wish to accomplish greater things? Or perhaps we want to leave the world knowing that we have done something spectacular, to be remembered by, to make a difference. Or do we feel like running away?

Is it a matter of I haven’t accomplished a great deal, there are things I need to do, I feel lost, I feel that there has to be more to my life than what I am doing or have done till now.

I think most of my followers are younger than I (or that is the impression I have) and I wonder if they feel as I do now.

I could prattle on till the cows come home (expression) and I wrote this thinking …my life, this is all I have…can I go to my grave knowing that I should have given more..accomplished more.  Is that only for self gratification?

As one gets older as I am doing, these thoughts occur to me more and more. I do not know how much time I have, no one knows, our time on this planet is limited, we cannot turn back the clock.

We are simply beings in a Universe that live our lives day to day, whether we accomplish what we want or are gratified by our mere existence is up to us as individuals.

To make a mark, so that others know you existed ..is that what this post is about? As an example –  writing posts, shall these be remembered in years to come? I think not. I shall be remembered when I am no longer breathing air as a mother, one who tried her utmost to provide, to console, to advise, to love her children. I shall hopefully be remembered by Mr. S and by my family and friends as someone they could rely upon, who brought them laughter, who could write, who was always there for them.

Surely this should be enough? It’s raining outside, through my window I hear the drops hit the pebbles on the ground, it is late,  I am tired and have rambled on enough..Good night to those that have read.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This was posted some time back & thought it more appropriate now..Tis The Season

Yes that’s right my friends. 81  11 argghhhh!!!!! more sleeps till the jolly slightly ’rounded’ man in his red suit awkwardly alights onto the suspension robe hanging from the slay to jump onto our roof, stealthily making his way across the tiles or tin & jumps feet first down our chimneys (for those that have a chimney that is).

For those of us who don’t, well sshhh we have to pretend.

It’s Christmas at my place this year, the family takes turns (well individuals do within said family) which got me thinking….

How does everyone’s Christmas Day pan out…how does it start? How does it end?

I already have beads of perspiration on my forehead just thinking about it. This is how mine goes.

Whoever has the blessed event at their home does the “Mains”, then one is usually in charge of sweets and the entree . The veg is distributed to whoever puts their hands up.

1. Lists that have been written a month or so prior are finally disposed of.

2. Either time has been taken off work to shop (usually 2-3 days before the big ’25’) with the hoards of other totally maniacal Christmassy folk in the Supermarkets, grocers, butchers trying to get their hands on whatever is on said lists (yours truly included) or I leave EVERYTHING to the last minute and panic ensues.

3.  Everything purchased (don’t be silly of course you need double or triple the amount you actually end up eating!) and as for the alcohol list (being the most important) half the bottle shop is purchased. Then it’s onto the table setting – do I buy nice linen serviettes this year? Or stick to the bright coloured paper jobs (yep they’re cheaper and only used for wiping grubby mouths on anyway). There are the obligatory bon-bons, again the cheap version where you are lucky if they actually to pop when pulled apart and you may get a nice poem or something not too nasty inside (or the cheaper ones where you get the ridiculous paper party hat, plastic toy and jokes (yep you guessed it the party hats win).

4. Do I have enough wine glasses, champagne glasses, beer glasses? Do I have the full set of white crockery (heaven knows you can’t serve Christmas lunch on a patterned plate!) Did any of these break during the year and forgot to replace?

(More beads of perspiration)

Twas the night before Christmas…

5. The table is set, table cloth pristine & ironed, serviettes, glasses, Clean SS cutlery (without left over dried food) bon-bons, candle Christmas centre pieces. Stand back admire, move fork to the right a bit, towel dry the water marks of any glasses. Nods head…smiles.

The big day…..

6. Ah yes up at the crack of dawn, nerves already kicking in, hoping that I time the cooking of turkey, chicken, pork correctly. Usually turkey done in the BBQ (turns out a treat it does by the way).

Is it too early for a drink?? … 6.30 am yep possibly.

7. Prepare the rum egg nog (they did so like it last time) though note to self careful about how much I consume before meal is actually served.(Of course I have to do the taste test – something to calm the nerves).

Pacing….I do a lot of that I pace, I re-check, I pace.

8. Ok so all should be good, veg is being brought, salad too and sweets. All I have to do is put the meats on and dish up the nibblies.

Sounds easy??  Pace ..pace another try of the egg nog (just to make sure).

9. Ok nibblies now out – checks the time I do that a lot also checking the time and pacing.

10. Meats in, chicken in the oven, turkey in the BBQ (you did remember to fill the gas cylinder honey??)

11. Ham glazed wrapped & in the fridge.

The moment arrives….

12. Hi Hi, yes yes Merry Christmas my other half greets at the door. My family knows I’m a stress head, so I hear them cautiously walk into the kitchen. Hi Hi Merry Christmas, yes yes kiss on cheeks, hugs, yep same to you (how’s the turkey going?)

13. Egg Nog anyone? (Don’t mind if I do) whoops slight case of vertigo there…

14. Right good the gangs all here (the day has begun). Champagne and strawberry time (yee-ha I say). “Please go sit in the lounge get comfy” (in other words PLEASE get the hell out of my kitchen why I have my panic attacks).

15. Pace – go out to BBQ, lift lid, cooking nicely. Inside check oven yep yep chicken doing well. Take ham out to get room temperature (champagne gulped). 5 minutes? I have that..into lounge so how is everyone etc, my look at all the pressies under the tree (our tradition is to open after mains). Then there’s the weather talk in Australia we can have 40 deg C or we can have rain and hail..(be prepared for either).

16. Right entree time (can relax for another 5). Yum yum, fresh salmon or trout or antipasto platter or prawns whatever head Entree Chef prepared.

Back to kitchen pace pace timing it’s all in the timing.

17. “Won’t be long I yell” (another champagne gulp). Meat retrieved from BBQ, looking crispy and golden and delicious. Chicken from oven also looking yum. Veg have been re-heated or crisped, gravy made. Other half checks in on me and does a U turn seeing my expression.

18. Sit down (wait for the compliments of how beautiful everything looks) ..what come on..someone has to say it??

Ah there we are, thank you- thank you it was nothing (bloody hell it wasn’t nothing do you know what time I’ve been up?)

19. Onto the presents – the giving out by the selected party, the unwrapping, the oooh and the aahhs and the you shouldn’t have (no REALLY you shouldn’t have).

20. Then a small break (more alcohol consumed) before the sweets. Usually consisting of a huge bowl of fresh berries in season or pavlova or christmas pudding or all 3 (do not think of your waist line Mumsy.. not today).

21. The day comes a close. Our bellies sated our chatter drawn to a close. Another Christmas passed.

IF we are lucky there will be no family tiffs or tempers or words raised (usually due to the nog and other drinks). We shall talk about whose turn is it next year, what the weather will bring and slowly one by one (after I’ve had helped cleaning and washing up that is) each family member will bid their goodbyes.

aaah yes Christmas in our household …it’s a day full of prior panic..it’s a day of nerves, time checking and pacing, a day full of hoping all goes well, a day when all said and done passes with smiles and laughter and maybe some tears…

How’s yours???

PS: Sorry for the length of this post – I swear I was stone cold sober when writing it …possibly  😉

Am I a true Cancerian..hmm yes it seems I am

Cancerian Traits

Emotional and loving
Intuitive and imaginative
Shrewd and cautious
Protective and sympathetic

Cancerian the Darker Side

Changeable and moody
Overemotional and touchy
Clinging and unable to let go

Cancer’s ruling planet is the moon, linked in astrology to nature, gestation, motherhood, and the creation and preservation of life. Perhaps more than any other sign, Cancer represents the passive, receptive, but profoundly powerful and encompassing female force in nature – the all-nourishing, or all-devouring, mother.

The Crab symbolizes the sea, cradle of all life.

Cancerians build boundaries, make homes, and gather things into incubation, protection, nurturance, and mothering. Cancerians are family centered, tradition bound, tied to the past, fearful of the future and of the unknown.They are as restless and moody as the shifting tides. They find the real world threatening, Astrologers say, and like to retreat into dreams and fantasies and to shelter themselves in the relative safety of the past.

The Cancerian woman gravitates toward traditional roles of wife and mother, seeking outlets for her strong maternal instincts and love of hearth and home. She is talented at creating a homey, protective atmosphere, a place of refuge – whether actually at home, or with her colleagues at work. A Cancerian is a good listener and is caring by nature, with a streak of possessiveness. Kind and sympathetic to the dilemma faced by others.

Cancerians are reliable, sincere, dedicated, responsible and determined, by nature. They are, by and large, good looking (OK I DID NOT INSERT THIS ) with a very pleasing personality. They usually have a round face, with a medium height. They love traveling around and can be successful in the field of writing and poetry. (I LIKE THAT PART)  Such individuals can get philosophical at times.

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Is there such a thing as too many blogs?

For it seems I cannot help myself and probably should slooooow down, but there is so much rattling around this brain of mine it’s hard to do that.

For instance I just stood outside, yes we now have Spring in Australia (though today you would have hardly thought it). The blossom trees are flowering, the fressias have emerged from the cold dark soil with their brilliant colours. The lemon tree is prolific with fruit and of course the birds now start tweeting and making themselves known at 5am (bless them…)

So why when all this beautiful nature is surrounding me that the day is cold and it even hailed this afternoon? However I do live in Melbourne (acclaimed for having 4 seasons in one day) and now even when it still is very fresh outside the sun decides to appear. I just don’t understand. I wish to have the weather of Thailand, tropical, humid and even when it does rain you can splash amongst the puddles or lift your face to the sky to be rained upon.

When Spring does commence in earnest, I shall be happy for the warmer days and shan’t complain. When our summer hits with its temperatures of up to 44 degrees (that’s Celcius not Farenheit which I think is around 107) then I shall probably complain that it’s too hot!

Ahh yes an age thing of always commenting on the weather…. well there you have it.

Perhaps I should have titled this Seasons.