Tuesday, December 24, 2013

End of year musings

Well the end of the year is in sight and it's time for reflections.

We've had a very full last few weeks, with our baby girl finishing her final year in primary school.  Next year she starts another stage of life in high school.

Where have the years gone?

The tears and goodbyes on the final day of school, when friends realised that they would all be heading in different directions for different high schools, is slowly turning into excitement and anticipation at the thought of holidays and new experiences (and those friends realising that even though they won't be in the same school they can still keep in touch).

I too was caught up in the emotion, with the year 6 dance, graduation ceremony and end of year picnic, all in the final week before the holidays.  Watching all those little kids I remember from kindergarten year become the young adolescents they are now - I know I wasn't the only parent looking back with pride and a touch of sadness.

But now it's the final preparations before Christmas.  Then a couple of relaxing weeks before starting back at work.

And preparing for high school....................................

I wish you all a happy and safe holiday season and can't wait to get blogging again in the new year.

Photo taken in my little kitchen last night.

Friday, December 6, 2013

En voiture!

As we're now well and truly in the festive month I really should be posting a Christmas themed photo.  Trouble is I haven't yet taken any.

So here is a little treat I snapped in September during the French Living Garden Party.

I could easily imagine myself buzzing around Sydney in this cute little number - however one doesn't buzz around Sydney, one really just sits in traffic.  Waiting to move. 

However it would make parking a lot easier.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Friendship and french lessons

Back in September Glamorous Neighbour and I went to a French Garden Party. 
The day didn't quite go as we had envisioned but we had a fun time anyway.

We haven't had an opportunity to do anything together since - our hectic lives taking us in different directions.

It led me to pondering.

They're funny things - friendships.

The good ones are like a marriage but without the boring bits.

On the day of the garden party I was recovering from a queer tummy, but was feeling hungry, so GM queued for an hour (yes an HOUR) to get me a crepe - even though she wasn't hungry herself - while I sat in the shade.

Do you know many people who would do that?

Our daily schedules have become so that we don't even study French together anymore.  She prefers her private lessons during the day and I'm enjoying my evening classes at the Alliance Fran├žaise. 

However when we do get to chat it's like no time at all has passed (instead of sometimes weeks) and we just gabble away about all things French and life in general.

I have another friend who I've known since high school.  We see each other only about twice a year even though we only live about 20 minutes apart.  Children, work and life have kept us busy, but again, when we do talk, it will be for hours and feel like that we've only seen each other last week.

The fact that I'm by nature somewhat of a hermit and like my own space, doesn't really do a lot for my social life.  And I keep telling myself that this year I'm going to get out there more and meet more people.  But to be honest, the older I get, the more I just want to do my own thing.

Sometimes I miss the laughing until almost weeing myself in the car with GM on the way to French, or downing cocktails and singing to really bad 80's songs with High School Buddy, but for now I'm glad they're still around and I know they'll be around for a long time to come.

Photo taken at French Garden Party in Hyde Park, September 2013.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Outer global financial crisis?

Things are pretty tough if even the Death Star must lay off staff.
Taken at Circular Quay, September 2013

Thursday, November 21, 2013

The rainbow pony

Daddy the pony's made of paper!
The little girl cried with glee.
Can he come home with us?
I will keep him under my Sunshine Tree
And feed him only pink flowers
Because they are the yummiest!
We will have such fun, whispered the shy pony,
And fly to magical places.
Photos taken September 2013.
Rainbow Pony - Manly
Tree - Goat Island
Flowers - my garden.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Ghost story

I stood at the water's edge,
gold coin in hand.

I ask that you take me, I said to The Ferryman.

The water was still,
the air eerie and silent.

After an eternal darkness we landed on The Island.

I leave you here, The Ferryman whispered,
You must enter through the gate.

He pointed a bony finger, Make haste, your Guide awaits.

See here, said The Guide,
Where the men were locked in at night

I wanted to close my ears against their ghostly groans and cries.

I ran into a tunnel like room
There were strange odours and echoes of  machinery.

You're not safe here, it's the gunpowder store, The Ghastly Guide smiled at me grimly.

I fled outside, I needed air,
My senses were overloaded

Please! I shouted to the dark shapes around me, Please tell me! I must know!

The far side of the island, chained to a rock,
Whispered The Guide. That's where he was kept.

I could bear no more, the sadness overwhelmed me.  I sat on the ground and wept.

Leave me, I told The Guide
I need to be alone

I sheltered in the ruins of what once was a happy home.

I'll wait till morning, I thought.  Then I'll leave this place.
Until then I must get some sleep.

I open my eyes,
I'm at the water's edge

The gold coin at my feet............................

Photos taken on Goat Island, September 2013.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Weather overload

Hot then cold temperatures, bushfires, smoky washing, Spring storms.
I need a little break from crazy weather patterns and environmental dangers.
A sit in my little quiet spot with a tea and a good book should do the trick.
Nothing like a slightly overgrown Spring garden and the sound of birds to restore the senses.
Now where's the Claratyne?

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Retro daydreams

Don't you sometimes wish you could be transported back to another time?

Sometimes I dream of living in a modern (for its time) and stylish and oh so chic 1950's or 1960's house.

I would wear pretty floral dresses and mix cocktails for my husband when he comes home from work at the advertising agency.  We would sit on our stylish deck and I would listen meekly as he berates me for using my magical powers and speaks ill of my mother............

I have been watching too many episodes of Bewitched...............

Or I would be a teenager, listening to records and lying on the rug, twirling my hair around my finger as I talked for hours and hours with my girlfriends.  And dream that that cute surfer boy would someday notice me............

I have been watching too many episode of Gidget.................

I would whip up delicious meals that would feed a small country, with a half hours notice, while remaining cool calm and oh so poised without a hair out of place.

I've been watching too many episodes of Leave It To Beaver....................

I would sit my Master in a chair and serve him drinks and cater to his every whim when he came home from a day of drama and high-jinks at NASA.

Ok - I have been watching waaaaay too many episodes of I Dream Of Genie!

Hmmmm - I think I'll stick to my 21st century house and on Friday nights sip a glass of white on the deck as my daughter chats to her friends on Skype and  hubby orders takeaway.

And stop watching old re-runs on tv.........................

Photos taken at Rose Siedler House in August 2013

Friday, October 25, 2013

A lovers walk.

My love and I went walking
Looking for adventure

And pirates

We discovered secluded seaside cottages
And shared tea with exiled royalty

We explored an ancient fort

And looked for pirates

But found only flowers

We watched the sun set

Photo by gorgeous sister in law

And dreamed of more adventure

My love and I went walking

We never did find any pirates..............

Photos taken in July 2013  at Coco Chocolate where hubby took me for delicious high tea, and at an 1801 Gun Battery in Middle Head where we searched for pirates.  Last photo taken by my gorgeous sister in law of a lake in Zurich.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

The naughty ember

Image from http://news.ninemsn.com.au/national/2013/10/17/19/30/schools-caught-in-nsw-bushfire-crisis

The naughty little ember decided to play a game,
"I'll make the people dance" it claimed.

It flew to the Blue Mountains and gobbled many homes ,
But got bored and wanted others to join the fray.

Image from Nine News

It flew to the Southern Highlands, to the Hunter and the Central Coast
Looking to make more mischief,

It ate more homes and bushland, and closed highways and an airport,
And caused commuters and travellers grief.

Image from The Australian

And made people and animals flee,

It threw black smoke across Sydney's skies,
And buggered up Year 12's HSC.

Image from The Australian
We know you're not finished you wicked little ember,
We know your evil is widespread.

But beware, take care, you horrid little ember.
Our brave lads and lasses, will weather your fire, heat and ashes,
And not rest until you are dead.

Image from The Australian

Image from Sydney Morning Herald

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

A Persian Dream

I dreamt I flew away to a land of mystique and music.
Where wild and miraculous beasts roared, then grew tender under my touch.
I donned sequined slippers and danced with mysterious strangers.

I explored cobbled laneways,
 and discovered hidden doorways.
Until a magic lantern guided me home.


Photos by Debs, taken at Orchid Persian Restaurant, Willoughby, in July 2013. 

* I'm currently on a few days break but will be returning very soon with more photos and stories of adventure and whimsy.

Friday, September 27, 2013

The lighthouse keeper.

Up I climb, up the slippery steps.
My thighs are burning, but finally I spy what I'm looking for.
The lighthouse.
I rest against the tower and gaze out to sea.
I hear the buildings whisper to me, "He is here, he is here".
Or is it the wind?
My eyes search the bush.
The towns people spoke of a secret path........
The trees sigh, "Follow, follow"
Stumbling along the path my foot catches a rock
I trip and find,
The Lighthouse Keepers grave.

Photos by Debs, taken in July 2013, of Barrenjoey Lighthouse and the grave of it's first keeper, George Mulhull, who died in 1885.

*Unknowingly, I wrote this post at the very time that the lighthouse was being threatened by a bush fire.  My thanks to the fire fighters for saving part of our history.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

A pause before a sabbatical

Hello all.
Quick pop in to say that things will be a little slow around here for about another week and a half.
I'm doing extra shifts at work to fill in for some colleagues on holiday, and am finding it a tad difficult to fit everything in.
However, my weekends have been full of fun activities and lots of Sydney pics, so I will be back soon to update you all on my wanderings - before taking off on holidays myself.
See you very soon

Monday, September 9, 2013

Some light reading

Books books books.

Books in the bedroom
Books in the hall
Books in the lounge room
Books on the floor!

Towering on my nightstand
Falling off the shelf
Cluttering up the stairwell
I think I need help................

Books in the study
In the bathroom
On the table.
I think I have a problem,
I would cull some,
But am unable.

Books in the dog house
On the tele
In the loo.
Books in the book nook
On the phone stand
And in my shoe?

I have so many wonderful books
I want to keep them all
But I'm running out of space to live
An attic I must install..........

Oh wait - I've got one.  And it's full of ........um...........books.....................