Friday, 27 February 2009
My previous post reminds me of how losing things, obvious things, everyday things, increases with age hence my cynical suggestion that a small keepsake purse might have been a good idea at surgery.
Women in our great grandmothers era wore a chatelaine round their waist. What a splendid idea. A belt with the then necessaries of life attached. The scissors, pencil, thimble, keys, watch, spectacles all suspended from an individual chain. Todays chatelaine might have your mobile phone, digi camera, credit cards and other essentials in easy reach yet individually attached so as to never become lost!
How can you put keys down, glasses, scissors, a pen, the lid of a jar or bottle, an implement that you’re in the process of using and in one nano second they’re lost?
Is it age? Is one side of your brain slowing down? Does someone have an answer?
This week I’ve lost my right thyroid and the attached 2.6cm nodule, as well as my keys, the cover to both my camera and mobile phone, two sheets of paper with addresses written on them plus my reading glasses … please don’t reply till the glasses turn up!
How's this for a new look?
6 cms incision, stitches on the inside, will heal to look like a natural wrinkle ...
If only they'd tightened the skin a bit more ...
Should have asked for zipper to be fitted ...
Maybe a purse for small change or a key holder ;)
Monday, 23 February 2009
Pondering this Sunday Scribbling prompt immediately reminded me of my first confrontation with trust concerning my so called best friend at the time and my husband. My immediate plan was the write about this ultimate betrayal. How trust was broken, the consequences plus think about trust. But I remembered other episodes.
Like the two girls I employed, how I trusted them implicitly in the business, how the business went bust yet, later, they took a trip to Greece. I congratulated them. Years later I realised more than likely I paid for their trip. The next one was about how I set off to open a restaurant with the then loser of my life. I put up the collateral. When he couldn’t take the heat he fled the kitchen. Before he left town he filled his mates car with petrol on the business account. I heard for the next month flashed plenty of cash
The thread in my experiences wasn’t trust it was my stupidity. Yes I’d trusted these low lifes with friendship, familiarity, confidence and honesty to be by my side. I’d neglected my personal short comings by believing I was such a good judge of character, always sure I could trust with the belief of ‘do unto others.’
These episodes, over three decades, were because of who I was at that time.
Thankfully I’ve learnt to trust you must first trust yourself … isn’t hindsight a wonderful thing??
Tuesday, 17 February 2009
Gadzooks it's Sunday Scribblings 150th prompt … my last entry was at 123 …
Let’s talk about sports ... I’ve known a few … good sports!
Australian male’s calling each other sports began in WWII when Aussie soldiers, according to Sidney J Baker’s The Australian Language called each other “feller”, a form of fellow used mainly as a genial form of address, comparable to the use of “digger” or “mate”.
Reference to females as good sports probably began around the same time! The very un PC reference to a girl who was easy or loose, with the boys that is, led to these friendly your things, looking for love in all the wrong places, as being identified as a ‘good sport’ resulting in them being stigmatized by society.
In Queensland the northern state of Australia sport was used to describe an isolated coral outcrop.
Cyril Hopkins wrote a biographical notice of the life and work of Marcus Clarke where he wrote “If you invite a stranger to partake of supper, you say, “Hullo Mate! Come in and sport your Dover!”
As for sports, I’m a major sports fan! Whenever Australia is on any field, oval, running on to a major sporting venue, on the ocean, in the surf, on a tennis or race course, I’ll be seen wearing the green and gold screaming Aussie, Aussie Aussie, Oi, Oi, Oi … but that’s as good a sport as I’ll be!
Monday, 16 February 2009
No need to yearn for a good Aussie pie 'n' sauce, a sausage roll, a vanilla slice,
a lamington or a host of other Aussie delicacies ... get along to The Tuck Shop
on 68 1st Street ... it's all there ... they stock Vegemite, Tim Tams, plus heaps
of other Aussie groceries ...
The guys are pushing to get VB into the US pop over here to sign the petition
photo by Reinhard Hunger. Styling by Adriana Castro
Saturday, 14 February 2009
Thursday, 12 February 2009
Australia is united for the people of Victoria ::: 80 people missing ::: almost 200 people dead :::
Tuesday, 10 February 2009
The southern state of Victoria has been engulfed with bush fires for days ... this image from the
National Geographic News site here ... shows the ferocity that people and animals have, and
They want money, not essential items at the moment, not food or clothes, they need money to
give these people back some kind of dignity and hope ... they don't want sight seers ... how
morons can drive to the area for a 'look' makes my skin crawl!
A well known and much publicised blog Meetmeatmikes has plenty of details on how and
where to donate. If you feel inclined please ... click here to find out how to make a donation.
C'mon people if everyone only gave one dollar ... imagine the accumulated difference this would
make ... more heartbreaking stories are emerging ... they need our help!
Monday, 2 February 2009
Treat yourself ... take a look at the stunning video made by Kaari and Molly as they uncover interesting finds in the basement at Tinsel Trading before the move to 37th Street
Check out their web site here Tinsel Trading 1 West 37th Street ...
or the MSN clip 'All in the Family' here ...
Allow plenty of time for browsing ...
Mmmm another reason to save the shekels for New York!