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<br />White Dovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01534048060329465218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8456851443174896929.post-3397043004336834652019-12-15T17:30:00.001-08:002019-12-15T17:30:23.534-08:00White Dovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01534048060329465218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8456851443174896929.post-34001987607348671372011-01-23T21:28:00.000-08:002011-01-25T18:25:42.689-08:00THANK YOU DONNA.....<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #660000;">There's nothing better than to open a new cook book and be absolutely blown away by .......</div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: left;"> * the number of delicious recipes presented<br />
* the absolutely fabulous illustrations</div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: left;"> * the simplicity of the recipes<br />
* the fact I wanted to get up from my chair <br />
<div style="text-align: center;">.....and cook! </div></div><div style="color: #660000;"><div style="text-align: left;"> </div></div><div style="color: #660000;"></div><div style="color: #660000;">and that is just what happened when I opened Donna Hay's Christmas publication</div><div style="color: #660000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #660000;">" fast, fresh, simple "</div><br />
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</div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"> The groans from my long suffering husband were audible, </div><div style="text-align: center;"> ..." not another cookbook....you know the rules! "</div></div><div style="color: #660000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #660000;"></div><div style="color: #660000;">The rules....yes the rules....I hadn't forgotten.</div><div style="color: #660000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: left;">Quite simply.... I have to make at least one dish from the collection before it is added to the ever increasing pile gathering dust on the shelf , never to see the light of day again. (This doesn't apply of course to my all time favourite cookbooks, and this one was about to join them and become a victim of those oily fingers, sauce stains, notations, pages all stuck together, etc....etc...)</div><div style="color: #660000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #660000;">So here is my first effort Donna,</div><div style="color: #660000;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #660000;">not quite as well presented as in your illustration, but absolutely delicious....</div><div style="color: #660000;">and it was fast, fresh and simple</div><div style="color: #660000;"><br />
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<span style="color: #003300;">You could say that the year just finished was one I could have done without, but there amongst all the sadness and pain were moments of great happiness and joy.... and those moments will stay with me when the others are just a distant memory.<br />
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A new year....the slate is clean..... and with that comes the hope that I will once again be an active participant in my Book Club.<br />
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How disappointing it was this last year.... missing so many meetings.... coming ill prepared.... skimming the book to get a sense of the story, the author's intent... and then "winging it" during the discussions. What a fraud I felt....they should have tossed me out. But even though I didn't have much to add to the meetings, it was so great to be among friends... and I'll try to make up for it this year, I've already made a start!<br />
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<span style="color: #003300;">(Check out the Book Club List for 2011 !! )</span><br />
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Further to my previous post, I came across an informative article published in a 1955 edition of the <i>HOUSEKEEPING MONTHLY</i>, which I will now reprint for your edification.......</div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">(The Italics are all mine!) </span></div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="color: #660000;">HAVE DINNER READY. Plan ahead the night before to have a delicious meal ready on time for <span style="color: #134f5c;"><i>HIS</i></span> return. This is a way of letting <i><span style="color: #134f5c;">HIM</span></i> know you have been thinking of <i style="color: #134f5c;">HIM</i> and are concerned about<i> <span style="color: #134f5c;">HIS</span></i> needs</div><div style="color: #660000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #660000;">PREPARE YOURSELF. Touch up your makeup and put a ribbon in your hair. Be fresh looking as <i><span style="color: #134f5c;">HE</span></i> has been with a lot of work weary people. Be a little bit gay and more interesting for <i><span style="color: #134f5c;">HIM</span></i>. <i style="color: #134f5c;">HIS</i> boring day may need a lift and it is your <i><span style="color: #134f5c;">DUTY</span></i> to provide it</div><div style="color: #660000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #660000;">PREPARE THE CHILDREN. Wash their faces and comb their hair. They are <i><span style="color: #134f5c;">HIS</span></i> little treasures and<i> <span style="color: #134f5c;">HE</span></i> wants them to look the part</div><div style="color: #660000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #660000;">MINIMISE ALL NOISE. At the time of<i><span style="color: #134f5c;"> HIS</span></i> arrival stop the washing machine, the dryer and the vacuum cleaner</div><div style="color: #660000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #660000;">DON'T GREET HIM WITH COMPLAINTS AND PROBLEMS. Never complain if <i><span style="color: #134f5c;">HE</span></i> comes home late or goes to other places of entertainment without you, or even stays out<i><span style="color: #134f5c;"> ALL NIGHT</span></i>. Count this as minor compared to what <i><span style="color: #134f5c;">HE</span></i> may have gone through during the day</div><div style="color: #660000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #660000;">MAKE HIM COMFORTABLE. Have <i><span style="color: #134f5c;">HIM</span></i> sit back or lie down in the bedroom. Arrange <i><span style="color: #134f5c;">HIS</span></i> pillow and offer to <i><span style="color: #134f5c;">TAKE OFF HIS SHOES</span></i>. Always use a pleasant voice</div><div style="color: #660000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #660000;">LIGHT A FIRE. In cooler months, light a fire for<i><span style="color: #134f5c;"> HIM</span></i> to unwind by. <i><span style="color: #134f5c;">HE</span></i> will feel <i style="color: #134f5c;">HE</i> has reached a haven of rest and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering for <i><span style="color: #134f5c;">HIS</span></i> comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction</div><div style="color: #660000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #660000;">DON'T ASK QUESTIONS ABOUT HIS ACTIONS OR INTEGRITY. Remember <i><span style="color: #134f5c;">HE </span></i>is the <i><span style="color: #134f5c;">MASTER OF THE </span><span style="color: #134f5c;">HOME</span></i> who must exercise <i><span style="color: #134f5c;">HIS</span></i> will with fairness and truthfulness. You have <i><span style="color: #134f5c;">NO</span></i> <i><span style="color: #134f5c;">RIGHT</span></i> to quesion<i><span style="color: #134f5c;"> HIM</span></i></div><div style="color: #660000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #660000;">BE HAPPY TO SEE HIM. A good wife always knows her <i><span style="color: #134f5c;">PLACE</span></i><br />
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</div><div style="color: #45818e;"><i>I<span style="color: #134f5c;"> might add I had great difficulty typing this blog due to an involuntary gagging reaction.... (which no doubt you will also experience dear readers, should you be of the female persuasion)</span></i></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #45818e;"><i><span style="color: #134f5c;">I might also add that I had an Aunt who would never allow her husband to see her face without makeup. ( I came upon this interesting snippet of information whilst on an interstate visit to stay with the family as a 12 year old.) ... </span></i></div><div style="color: #45818e;"><i><span style="color: #134f5c;"> She would retire to the bedroom each evening, put on her nightclothes and matching satin scarf to hide the hair rollers, touch up her lipstick then hop into bed....... She was always awake well before my Uncle.... bathed, fully dressed and made up by the time he came to the table for breakfast..... and he accepted it all as a matter of course...... He was the sweetest person, kind and uncomplaining in spite of all the fluffing around, the cooing baby talk and incessan</span>t <span style="color: #134f5c;">twittering that was part of her daily routine...... (I might also add that she predeceased him by about 20 years which may have had something to do with the situation !)</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: #134f5c;">Those were the days my friends....... </span></i></div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><i>(As a further addendum.....may I give thanks to Betty Friedan....Germaine Greer......and the contraceptive pill...)</i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i> <b>HALLELUJAH !</b></i></div></div><div style="color: #45818e;"></div><div style="color: #45818e;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><span style="color: #663333;">Over the years I've watched some great television....and some not so great.... But the series that has captured my attention this last year has been "MAD MEN" ..... Yes dear readers, I've been hooked by this terrific series and can't wait for Series 3 which is currently showing here in dear old Aussie on Pay Television..... but not at my house!..... (No subscription TV I'm afraid)<br />
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So what is it about this show that has drawn me to the TV for hours on end....for not only did I watch the hourly episodes each week....I hired out the DVD's.... then watched the whole lot again in one big sitting!....( MAD WOMAN!)</span><br />
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What it was that kept me entranced for hours on end is that I knew these people.... they were part of my world ...the part that is now just a memory.<br />
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</div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: left;">Back in the 50's I worked for one of our country's largest Banks....</div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: left;">and just as in MAD MEN....women had a lesser role. </div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: left;">There were no female Bank Tellers..... no female Heads of Departments....and as for female Bank Managers....forget it.</div><div style="color: #660000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: left;"> We knew our place. We were hired as Steno/typistes....Ledger machine operators...</div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: left;">and should we marry...PFFT! ....out the door we went.... Once married you had to resign. ( I kid you not !)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: left;">Yes...this was my world.....and I was happy to be part of it...for that was the way of things in those days....and just like the females cast in the series, I dressed in the latest fashion....high heels.... nylon stockings....(suspender belts were de rigeur)...pointy bras (making the most of nothing) .... tiny waists....flared skirts.... (or pencil thin if you had a nice ass)... ass?...what am I saying...(.that was unknown in my vocabulary in those days).....and then of course there was the make-up...powdered and painted to within an inch of my life....and the gloves.... Never left the house without gloves, usually white in summer and soft doeskin in winter. Then If the occasion demanded it...(such as going out to dinner with my girl friends after work)....I sometimes wore a hat. </div><div style="color: #783f04; text-align: left;">I was single,fancy free...and so naive.....and the thought of marriage never entered my mind</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #783f04;">And so my working life continued.....and just as in the series</span></span></span></span><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #660000;"> ....</span></span></i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: small;">promotions came my way</span></span></span><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #660000;">. </span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #660000;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: small;">But back to MAD MEN....and their women. I can relate to it all. That's how it was then....(though the younger generation may find it hard to believe). The ensuing years have brought greater freedom for women...some may say at a price</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: small;">but I look back at those years now in wonderment and marvel at the life we lived. How far have we come !</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: small;">And here they are....Don Draper and his wife Betty.....Roger Sterling and former lover Joan Holloway....</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: small;">They say there's a market for these grown up Barbie Dolls......(Hope they've done their research!) </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="color: #274e13;">I chose to read "The Audacity of Hope" as I thought it would be interesting to read something he had written as a Senator, before putting up his hand as a Presidential Candidate. I had some knowledge of what this journey entailed having been an avid fan of "West Wing" (and let's face it ...American politics are not for the faint hearted) and I did know it would be a long and winding road.....however we all know how this particular journey ended.</div><div style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #274e13;">As always , the conversations led us into many diverse topics far removed from the actual books under review...but who cares. One of the joys of our club, and one that makes it such a popular group is that we can have free and open discussion.... have our ideas shot down in flames.... have our thoughts acknowledged with a smile and a nod....and always come back for more!</div><br />
<div style="color: #274e13;">With these books however, the consensus of opinion seemed to be universal....he had known poverty...he was a man of vision...he was a man of intergity....he had lovely teeth and a great smile...he had a beautiful and intelligent wife, two delightful children...(and the obligatory white house dog)... he appeared to be free from sexual scandal...in fact, he was almost too good to be true.</div><div style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #274e13;">And so the discussion progressed..... We talked about the diverse makeup of the American people, their hopes, their joys, their frustrations, their health care, their employment situation.....</div><div style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="color: #274e13;">We also discussed the people in power who pull the strings.....the parties themselves... the Senate...previous Presidents..(their successes and failures).... and what about Rahm Emmanuel..(will he get the boot ?) ....and how the American system differs from our own....and how our own Prime Minister compares with Obama (alike in so many ways....and soon to meet again, this time in Australia)</span></span><br />
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</span></div><span style="color: #663333;">This morning I went op shopping.....<br />
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I'd been reading about all the wonderful treasures that could be found if you had a discerning eye....and with about 20 minutes to spare before collecting the man I live with from his Chi Kung class, I ventured in to the local Salvos Store hoping that the time spent would be productive and there would be something that would catch my eye.....<br />
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I was amazed at the stock....men's suits for $15.....tailored jackets, a bargain at $10.....but wait, I was shopping for ME. Lead me to the ladies' department! <br />
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I was not disappointed.....I took blouses from the rack (too small)...never mind ...</span><br />
<span style="color: #663333;">What about these camis?... still with the original price tag, now marked at $2 each. Thank you I'll have that beautiful saxe blue, and that cream one could be useful.<br />
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What's this....a whole rack of casual pants....$4 each....would I be lucky enough to find my size? ....yes a lovely pair of 3/4 pants in the taupe colour I'd been looking for. I was almost overcome with joy<br />
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Time was ticking by and I hadn't even been into the bric-a-brac. The handbags caught my eye....put that down I told myself ...but the leather was so soft...I put it back!<br />
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<span style="color: #663300;">I spied a beautiful hat....where would I wear it....no Melbourne Cup here, but for $8?....I had to pull myself together.<br />
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A quick dash into the bric-a-brac...... A brand new coffee plunger caught my eye....could that only be $4. Thank you very much<br />
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Then I saw a beautifully stylish Avanti water jug.....it had a tiny burnish mark near the handle....but for $3 it was a bargain.<br />
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As I dashed towards the check-out counter, two coffee mugs...(50c each) ....were added to my collection. I could not believe I had this armful of delights and the sweet lady at the counter said...."That will be $16 please, would you like a bag?"<br />
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<span style="color: #663300;">I was in shock....So THIS was op shopping ! <br />
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<span style="color: #663300;">Thank you to my blogger friends, especially Melbourne Girl and my daughters (who always manage to find such a wonderful collection of designer clothes going for a song in Melbourne).....I had a great time....and I'll be back!<br />
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</div><div style="color: #0c343d;">I am ever hopeful of "plainspeak" ....something that's in really short supply these days as they wind themselves up with the pre prepared gobbledegook that passes for policy...or even (golly gosh) ... for the occasional educated guess....which brings a smile to my face....but surely not their minders as they try to salvage something from the riposte</div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #0c343d;">I am ever hopeful for an answer to the question...but try as they might they never quite manage to say ...Yes!....or even better .....No! </div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #0c343d;">How simple would that be.... Instead we get prevarication as they twist and turn under the belligerent questioning of the moderator......</div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #0c343d;">Enough I say.....</div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #0c343d;">Acronyms aside, here were just a couple of this morning's offerings...OPTIONALITY.....SERENDIPITOUS COMMENTS.....FISCAL ZERO 9....EXECUTIONAL PROGRESS.....the mind boggles</div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #0c343d;">Dear readers....please bear with me...it's not my usual style....I'm a simple conversationalist, but I do have a game of SCRABBLE on the boil....and I'm ever hopeful </div><div style="color: #0c343d;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #990000;">Our Grandchild was with us....and it was a special treat for her. We were going on a bus....(something she finds very exciting)....we were going to have lunch at a place of her choosing..(also very exciting) ...and we would spend lots of time browsing in the bookshops...(this was very, very exciting)</div><div style="color: #990000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #990000;">All went according to plan.... the bus was on time....and I joined the long queue to buy the movie tickets. Eliza and her Grandfather went into Borders Bookstore to start their adventure....</div><div style="color: #990000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #990000;">I knew they would be down in the children's section, so with tickets in hand I made my way slowly through the vast array of books and magazines on offer....and it was then I thought I heard the sound of a dog yelping in pain.</div><div style="color: #990000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #990000;">I stood quietly and listened for it again..... nothing. </div><div style="color: #990000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #990000;">A big display of newly published Penguins caught my eye, and as I was making my way towards it, I heard the sound again....closer now</div><div style="color: #990000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #990000;">I stood at the bookshelf marvelling at all the old classics ....most of which I'd read over the years...(and some I'd wished I had)....when I heard it again...quite loud... and this time very near.</div><div style="color: #990000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #990000;">I looked round startled and said to a well dressed woman sitting on a couch nearby ...."Did you hear tha" ....</div><div style="color: #990000;">I didn't get to finish the sentence before she yelled....."P..s off you f...ing b.tch!" and the yowl of a dog in pain came from her lips......</div><div style="color: #990000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #990000;">I turned and moved quickly away from the scene....I knew instantly she had Tourette Syndrome, but never having been confronted by it before I was shocked and frightened.......</div><div style="color: #990000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #990000;">"Look Nana.....look at all these lovely books we've found"......my Grandchild's voice, so happy and excited.</div><div style="color: #990000;"><br />
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<span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Our lone male member had that look of resignation on his face that we have come to expect over the years, but to his credit he hangs in there, not allowing the twittering of the group of post menopausal women to daunt his spirit....and he can be ever hopeful!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Surely all those wonderful critiques must have been about another novel? No...I had the right book.... I laboured through it as we jumped through time, then back again, losing track of the characters who were so one dimensional that it was difficult to remember them.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I found the book much too ambitious....in need of serious editing....(so much so that I wondered if the first draft had been published by mistake ). I gave it the thumbs down....and went off to the meeting assured that everyone would be of like mind.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Imagine my surprise when half the group LIKED the book. I was in disbelief! Surely this erudite group, so well read couldn't have LIKED this book? They DID!</span></span><br />
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</div><div style="color: #274e13;">No...this is tropical heat and humidity accompanied by rain....rain....rain. The wet season has returned after years of pretense and we are back to what we used to know....and I'm not liking it one little bit. </div><div style="color: #274e13;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #274e13;"> But something wonderful has happened to my front garden..... My waterwise garden, filled with heat loving plants, needing very little attention, fertilizer or water has suddenly bloomed with a wonderful massed display of white crocus, revelling in the inches of rain that has poured from the sky.....</span><br />
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<span style="color: #274e13;">Still wet with the morning rain...so beautiful</span><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #073763;">What a memorable year it's been.....One never knows what's round the next corner just waiting to come alongside! You have to take it in your stride, the happy with the sad, the good with the bad....never let it get you down.....(<span style="color: #741b47;">#</span> sounds like something out of a song I once knew!)</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #073763;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #073763;">Please try to enjoy all that this time of year has to offer.....It will mean different things to different people.... (<span style="color: #741b47;">#</span> sounds like something out of a song I once knew)... but the common denominator, the most important thing of all is to try to have love and compassion in your heart. We can go a long way on that!</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #073763;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #073763;"><span style="background-color: white;">Thank you for welcoming me to your blogging world. I've been amazed at just what is out there to read... to </span>enjoy....to learn...and to experience through other people's eyes.... (<span style="color: #741b47;">#</span> I don't think that's a song title I once knew.... but perhaps it should be!)</div><div style="color: #073763;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"><i>How many seas must a white dove sail</i></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"><i>Before she sleeps in the sand?........</i></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"><i> </i><i>The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind</i></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"><i>The answer is blowin' in the wind </i></div><div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="color: black;"></span><span style="color: #134f5c;">We were married 48 years ago....and yet it doesn't seem that long. The two of us not knowing what was ahead, but trusting in each other that we could make this journey together. What did we know of life.... or of each other for that matter. We </span><span style="color: #134f5c;">just knew that we wanted to be together</span><br />
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I had made this outfit myself....a softly flared skirt and a three quarter sleeved jacket with boat neckline collar finished with a soft bow.... and the fabric was a beautiful sea green paper silk which I had bought in Thailand just months before. The headpiece was draped with tendrils of lily of the valley echoing the colour of the fabric, and those were my wedding shoes (white pearlescent leather).... and soft suede gloves . It all seemed so important at the time.....</div><div style="color: #134f5c;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #134f5c; text-align: left;">Our girls eventually moved away to the bright lights, big city, to follow their careers....marry.....and have a family of their own....</div><div style="color: #134f5c; text-align: left;">And there we were again....back where we started....just the two of us. </div><div style="color: #134f5c; text-align: left;"><br />
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Yes... there have been disappointments....yes....there has been grief and pain with the deaths of much loved parents and a younger sister....but the joys far outweighed the sadness.</div><div style="color: #134f5c; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #134f5c; text-align: left;">He tried to leave me....three times.....but the doctors brought him back... a little worse for wear....but he still had things to do on earth....obviously. And so...as time goes by....another year comes and goes... and we are still learning about each other. The memory is failing....but not the sense of humour.</div><div style="color: #134f5c; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="color: #666666;">A few days ago I read in our daily newspaper that the Three Mile Island nuclear power plant in Pennsylvania had had a radiation leak forcing the evacuation of 150 workers the previous weekend. There was no explanation why the disclosure had been delayed, only that management felt the levels of radiation were not considered harmful.....</div><div style="color: #666666;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #666666;">In April 1986, the world's worst nuclear disaster occurred at Chernobyl.......No exact figures are known for the number of workers killed as a direct result of this meltdown.....or the number of people who died from the fallout..... A code of silence existed. The contamination spread across countries, affecting crops and livestock, poisoning the soil for further plantings. But what was even worse was the knowledge that future generations of Russian children could be genetically damaged.......In 1993 two children affected by this disaster came to live with us and be part of our family for nearly two months.....and this is their story</div><div style="color: #666666;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #666666;">Through our Lions International Club my husband & I had said "yes", when families were asked to host one, but preferably two children from the contaminated areas. We were told that some were unwell, most had eye problems, some needed dental work..... but they were well enough to travel to a country with clean fresh air, sunshine and uncontaminated food, in the hopes that their recovery would be hastened.</div><div style="color: #666666;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #666666;">From the list we chose two little girls...one 8 years old, and one almost 9. I prepared their room...twin beds in an upstairs bedroom...with a larger bedroom/sitting room adjacent, with TV and Stereo (This had been my younger daughter's domain before she left for Melbourne and the bright city lights!).... neighbours gave me the most beautiful dolls for them ...then we waited....and waited....</div><div style="color: #666666;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #666666;">Finally we had a date of arrival and we couldn't wait to collect our two little girls when the bus arrived. Imagine our shock when we were told that illness had prevented their travel and would we take Alexandra (aged 13), and Alexander (aged 10). Of course we would....but what about the dolls...and the twin beds! Plan B needed to be put into operation!</div><div style="color: #666666;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #666666;">They were tired and hungry...had not met before boarding the bus at the airport.....Alexandra spoke few words of English......Alexander didn't speak at all....nothing....but they seemed happy to be with us if not a little wary. I had tears in my eyes as I unpacked the young boys clothes...threadbare... and the soles of his runners were worn through in places, but Alexandra was quite the young lady.... with a good dress, casual clothes, and some jewelery. I wondered how I would manage as my husband left for work the next morning with the words..."Good Luck"</div><div style="color: #666666;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #666666;">I could write pages and pages......about the time we had getting to know each other....gaining their confidence....taking them shopping for new clothes.... "Are always these many clothes in shops" Sasha asked of me. ( Between us we had decided on short names... Sasha for Alexandra, and Alex for Alexander, as it was quite confusing....as it was for them also... as Sasha is also a boy's name and short for Alexander).</div><div style="color: #666666;">Alex finally spoke some Russian and then he learned some English words...and we in turn learned some Russian!</div><div style="color: #666666;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #666666;">The joy they brought to our home was unbelievable....they made friends with the neighbours. Alex could play soccer and was snapped up for a local team.....Sasha went to a local college a couple of days a week with a neighbour who was the Deputy Principal....they washed cars....watered the garden.... ("May we wash flowers?" ) Sasha would ask. Alex made cakes....Sasha learned to cook Spaghetti Bolognese...and excitedly told her parents on the phone. They went to the beach....and on picnics. And they ate....and ate...(.bananas up to 3kgs per day!) ...they gained weight and their cheeks were pink....laughter filled the house.</div><div style="color: #666666;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #666666;">We celebrated Alex's 10th birthday with a party at MacDonalds. He had made lots of friends....and the manager presented him with a watch....not one of those toy ones, but a beautiful gold plated one with a leather band.(I think he would have preferred one with Ronald on the dial!)</div><div style="color: #666666;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #666666;">Too soon it was time to go. We packed up their bags...new ones had been bought to cater for all the extras they were taking home. Sasha had a tennis racquet..(and balls)...for her father... they had photos....new clothes and gifts from neighbours. Alex was presented with the soccer club's uniform and a team photo...they were happy....they were excited........we were sad</div><div style="color: #666666;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #666666;">The neighbours gathered in the early hours before dawn to farewell them...there were kisses and hugs....and tears. We were on our way to the airport in Brisbane where they would board the British Airways Jet that would take them home.</div><div style="color: #666666;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #666666;">We didn't say much on the way back. It was a long drive and we'd been up since before dawn. We needed a coffee and a good sleep. It wasn't until the next morning when we woke to an empty house that we realised they were really truly gone....just Alex's fingerprints left there on the lowered ceiling as he used to bound down the stairs then reach up to touch the sky......</div><div style="color: #666666;">.</div>White Dovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01534048060329465218noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8456851443174896929.post-71936258268236950272009-11-29T15:59:00.000-08:002010-02-21T16:18:55.289-08:00OUT OF LUCK....<div style="color: #660000;">I have just posted The Booklist for 2010.....<span style="color: #274e13;">(See Side Bar).</span><br />
None of mine ....unfortunately, but we do get to read one of Obama's. (Looks like I'll have to read Sarah Palin's on the sly)</div><div style="color: #660000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #660000;">Not a bad collection though I must admit...some even appeal....and if I can get through the lot of them, how much more knowing will I be....(mmm.....don't think I'm gonna make the full list...)</div><div style="color: #660000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #660000;">Not even a "Twilight " in sight!..... I'm out of luck.... again <span style="color: #274e13;">(<i>Have just removed tongue from cheek</i>)</span></div><div style="color: #274e13;"><br />
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</div><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="color: #660000;"> Has anyone read any of these?.....please advise!</span> </span> </div>White Dovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01534048060329465218noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8456851443174896929.post-68468612160703509912009-11-27T15:45:00.000-08:002010-02-21T16:20:16.854-08:00A BREAKFAST TREAT.....<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCdEYap0uPhpz0eBXq3t4tM5KtmqBNCAwdMZpYRjT09j34hJzh7HcH-qGxAxCYDN6l8q_zpXrYiayzUeaxUN7veJ6t0PSaftt5uKQUA52cPhSfCRSy5wv3p3hA4G8MvRn6b8HAxTx9O1BV/s1600/DSC00952.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCdEYap0uPhpz0eBXq3t4tM5KtmqBNCAwdMZpYRjT09j34hJzh7HcH-qGxAxCYDN6l8q_zpXrYiayzUeaxUN7veJ6t0PSaftt5uKQUA52cPhSfCRSy5wv3p3hA4G8MvRn6b8HAxTx9O1BV/s400/DSC00952.JPG" /></a> </div><br />
<span style="color: #006600;"> Fresh figs......delicious.....almost dripping with their own nectar.<br />
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On this very hot and humid morning.....what a breakfast treat!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #006600;">They looked so great, I wanted to share them with you all..... <br />
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<div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The Lemonade Award .....</div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> Imagine my surprise ....and delight....to find that my blogging companion <a href="http://journalingwoman.blogspot.com/">Journaling Woman</a> had thought my blog worthy of this nomination.</div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This is my acknowledgment of her faith in me as a blogger, albeit a somewhat misplaced one, as I have not posted as often as I would have liked these last months.</div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I'm rather new to this game...but it is now a special part of my life, as I've discovered just how much alike many of us are, disregarding age, location, family situations and the like. </div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The reason I became a blogger was the hope that in the years to come when I am just a fading memory, something of my being would be captured in my musings and would become a permanent memory for my grandchildren who at times seem a million miles away, even though we visit, and talk on the phone. My family is the mainstay of my life.</div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So thank you Teresa....and all who drop by.....for taking the time to welcome me into your lives....sometimes offering words of encouragement, comfort, joy and laughter...... You are all so very special, and much appreciated.</div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"> I </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">have been a member of this fascinating group now for over 10 years,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> and considering we read one book each month... (except for the month of January.... which allows us to get into some really trashy reads over the Christmas break )... a lot of books have been stacked on my bedside table at one time or another!</span><br />
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</div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Belonging to this club has broadened my reading horizon.....I often have to read a book I wouldn't have chosen in a fit....and sometimes.... to my surprise.... I've really enjoyed it. </div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">But what I most enjoy are the diverse opinions of our members as the Book of the Month is discussed. There are usually those FOR and those AGAINST.....and we have one member... (an educated,erudite woman in her 50's ....a writer of scientific texts for University study).... who hardly ever enjoys any of the reads... unless it's a grisly murder along the lines of Silent Witness. Sometimes these discussions give you a greater appreciation of the novel, and a fuller understanding of the characterisation, motive and plot. </div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Such is our group...ranging in age from late 30's to 80's... teachers, doctors' wives, a solicitor, a literary critic, an engineer (male), a scientist....mostly retirees....and me. I'd say we are a pretty conservative lot.....they don't like too much swearing, sex or other non acceptable behaviour...and to some extent, that's why some of the books I put forward are rejected out of hand ! </div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So I wasn't unduly surprised when I suggested we read Sarah Palin's ' Going Rogue '....." It's a love story" I said "and it's about a woman who loves to exercise....she's gonna RUN" ....my humour was lost on the group who gave it the thumbs down.</div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>White Dovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01534048060329465218noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8456851443174896929.post-86309800880019447892009-11-17T13:55:00.000-08:002010-02-21T16:23:05.994-08:00ALAS....ALACK......<div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Alas, alack....woe is me....I'm too busy.....just too busy to post to my blog.... Just too busy reading what other folks are posting to attend to my own. But what a wonderful time I'm having.... </div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It will have to stop.</div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">But how fascinating is this blogging life?..... What wonderful fulfilling lives some people lead..... How many happy.....sad.....insightful....informative....laugh out loud things have I read about that stir my interest... touch my heart....occupy my thoughts?</div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">How sweet is that dear readers......I AM old.......but this blogging life has a lot going for it. Yay !!!</div>White Dovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01534048060329465218noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8456851443174896929.post-78018557544767067612009-10-31T00:15:00.000-07:002010-02-21T16:23:53.782-08:00GIRLS' NIGHT IN.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkEGy4SFDGa8Syd7F42RYb_lHHQPNF-VRcw-x-XUqj6Jc1PC7SzU9LPsNabgG-v6iSlYgZ704Dr0uF6L60XURqM2ZDQsw475b0DEdCftsoecBPUrzDhaB7klA0DtqOL41t_ZTTgBFnh29i/s1600-h/Breast+Cancer+Pink+Ribbon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a></div><span style="color: #a64d79;">"Cant talk too long Mum....lots to do." My daughter's voice, joyous once again, no longer the measured tone, means that she is feeling well. Oh Happy Day! </span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">Leith has this window of opportunity ....a few weeks to let her hair down... (what hair you might say...the peach fuzz hiding under her wig is not yet long enough )... and live it up. Do the Christmas shopping.... look at her garden.... go for walks with the kids in the early evening....get out her cook books....go to the movies......just a few simple pleasures before the fog of tiredness descends once again as she moves into the next stage of her treatment. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">And tonight.... to give thanks to the many dear friends and relatives who have helped her and her family on this journey, she is hosting <i>" A Girls' Night In ".</i> This is a strictly women only night....lots of fun and food...lots of pink (balloons, champagne, cup cakes, clothing) ...trashy magazines.... weepy movies...you name it, anything goes ! It will be a fund raising celebration for the Pink Ribbon Foundation and will be a great night.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">(<i>She did ask her stepson -17 years old and quite a hunk- if he would like to be the drink waiter for the night, but when the words....shirtless...and pink bow tie.... were mentioned, he beat a hasty retreat. She thought that would do the trick)</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">As for me, well I'd like to be there to enjoy the moment, but I know there will be lots of photos and stories to tell....so I'll settle down with this great DVD - 13 episodes in the second series of Mad Men....a time of pointy bras, gloves and stockings,cinched waists and flouncy skirts, an era I was part of.....and the words "male chauvinist" were just blips on the far away radar......</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #c27ba0;">Today in Australia is National Breast Cancer Awareness Day....and all morning on the magic of radio I've been hearing such inspiring tales from women who have been diagnosed with this devastating condition. I salute y</span></span><span style="background-color: #d5a6bd; color: #c27ba0;"><span style="background-color: white;">ou all... you wonderful women....and I pay tribute to those who did not make i</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #c27ba0;">t.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #c27ba0;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #c27ba0;"><span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span></span><span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="background-color: white;">Every day we read or hear of new advances being made in the fight against this most insidious disease. Progress is being made, although for those already suffering, time moves so slowly....but it will be wonderful to know that within a few years ( such a short space</span></span><span style="background-color: white;"> of time in the scheme of things,) there may be a simple answer to the problem. We can only hope.....</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #c27ba0;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #c27ba0;"><span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><i style="background-color: white;">Be like a very small joyous child</i></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #c27ba0;"><span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"><i><span style="background-color: white;"> L</span><span style="background-color: white;">iving in the ever present Now</span></i><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="background-color: white;"> <i> Without a single worry or concern</i></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="background-color: white;"><i> About even the next </i></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="background-color: white;"><i> Moment in time.....</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="background-color: white;"><i> Be at peace...</i></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="background-color: white;"><i> And see a clear pattern and plan<br />
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<span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="background-color: white;"><i> Running through your life......<br />
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<span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="background-color: white;"><i> Nothing is by chance.<br />
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</span></div>White Dovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01534048060329465218noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8456851443174896929.post-56269154212045140802009-09-07T20:58:00.000-07:002010-02-21T16:25:34.085-08:00THE SIMPLE LIFE.....<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEk23nBwm4_rwRe4v4TlDEPhsz1VukNQqua53uPySPr7kP9AWm4z27PmKmJG9dYY1tQLooDOE2MWb9wVEEWNeUy4Nu-fToYFuFRc-rVfSvr3FjrpKcgZAEV4vCbo7SvZgFy-W6LchauJTB/s1600-h/IMG_0497.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEk23nBwm4_rwRe4v4TlDEPhsz1VukNQqua53uPySPr7kP9AWm4z27PmKmJG9dYY1tQLooDOE2MWb9wVEEWNeUy4Nu-fToYFuFRc-rVfSvr3FjrpKcgZAEV4vCbo7SvZgFy-W6LchauJTB/s400/IMG_0497.JPG" /></a> </div><div style="background-color: white;"></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;">I love this photo of my daughter Leith with her children</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;">Zoe and Georgia</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;"></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;"><br />
It was taken when Georgia was just one day old....</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;">and big sister Zoe, 6 going on 7</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;"></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;"><br />
Georgia is now 15 months, a happy contented toddler</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;">with lots to say....and big smiles for everyone she meets</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;"></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;">Zoe, now a grown up seven, wonders what happened to the life</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;">she once knew.....</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;">where she could leave her pencils, toys, books etc,</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;">for a few moments without some little person stopping by</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;">and claiming ownership</div><div style="color: #a64d79;"></div><div style="color: #a64d79;"><br />
" It's not fair Mummy " she says,</div><div style="color: #a64d79;">but all is soon forgiven when Georgia offers her face for her sister's kiss</div><div style="color: #a64d79;"></div><div style="color: #a64d79;"><br />
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What's not fair.... is that Leith is in her 12th week of chemo....</div><div style="color: #a64d79;">Still smiling, still happy, with such a lot to bear....</div><div style="color: #a64d79;">still a long road to travel</div><div style="color: #a64d79;"></div><div style="color: #a64d79;"><br />
But with the wonderful support of her special friends and relatives</div><div style="color: #a64d79;">she's been able to maintain a positive frame of mind </div><div style="color: #a64d79;">and still has her zany sense of humour</div><div style="color: #a64d79;"></div><div style="color: #a64d79;"><br />
Next week I will be with her in Melbourne .....to hold her hand....</div><div style="color: #a64d79;">and to give her some of the love she lavishes on her daughters</div><div style="color: #a64d79;"></div><div style="color: #a64d79;"><br />
It's time for me to be with her....</div><div style="color: #a64d79;">to wrap her in cottonwool....</div><div style="color: #a64d79;">cook and clean as only a Mother can..........</div><div style="color: #a64d79;">and to cherish this special time we will have together.</div><div style="color: #a64d79;"></div><div style="color: #a64d79;"><br />
When both my daughters were tots themselves and they suffered hurt or pain</div><div style="color: #a64d79;">They would come running to me saying "make it go Mummy" .......</div><div style="color: #a64d79;"></div><div style="color: #a64d79;">A kiss and a cuddle.... tears wiped from their eyes..... and all was well with the world.</div><div style="color: #a64d79;"></div><div style="color: #a64d79;"><br />
If only it were that simple</div><div style="clear: both; color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /></a></div>White Dovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01534048060329465218noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8456851443174896929.post-77009981129314940772009-09-06T01:46:00.000-07:002010-02-21T16:26:51.651-08:00A POSTSCRIPT.....<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> As a postscript to my previous post,</span></div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> it is with much sadness that I must report </span></div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">a failure</span></div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> Yes.....my sweet Jenny....</span></div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> as much as you had put your faith in me</span></div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> I let you down </span><span style="font-size: small;">...</span></div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I was unable to complete the assignment</span></div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> I rang Jeff the home handyman to come to my rescue </span></div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">He's been.... he's seen....he's done the job and gone</span></div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">and my thingamejig looks just fine in my laundry </span></div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Sorry about that rush of blood to the head !</span></div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div>White Dovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01534048060329465218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8456851443174896929.post-87705437964389718762009-09-04T21:03:00.000-07:002010-02-21T16:28:34.573-08:00I'VE BEEN TO BUNNINGS !!....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-qZnmQ2xdrNmfcsdG5Qt4jLKM6Jf__-gpqcqAk3Pt5NihsfqEtaBLA42JvkdJzJKGYHH2E60hEE5-F_bK6j6yJqoIV12EnCiYwu8wEirFEv7dKXXOzIZXmgv-aRujfb8Dlg5idB7FK620/s1600-h/logo-bunnings.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377830531849153618" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-qZnmQ2xdrNmfcsdG5Qt4jLKM6Jf__-gpqcqAk3Pt5NihsfqEtaBLA42JvkdJzJKGYHH2E60hEE5-F_bK6j6yJqoIV12EnCiYwu8wEirFEv7dKXXOzIZXmgv-aRujfb8Dlg5idB7FK620/s400/logo-bunnings.gif" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 68px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 192px;" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> I went to Bunnings today....something I try hard to avoid</span>. It's one of those places that men frequent...(no, I don't mean one of <span style="background-color: white;">THOSE</span> places)... but a place where they congregate....where they spend hours in silence, looking.....looking....touching.....looking. Time has no meaning. <br />
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As I write I am reminded of a newspaper article of a few days ago, where Bunnings had been compared to the equivalent of Zen for men, in that once inside the store, they tend to enter a trancelike state for several hours, then find themselves on their way home accompanied by <span style="background-color: #d9ead3;"></span>some purchase they had no recollection of making and have no intention of using, even if they knew how it worked. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">However.....I digress. I needed to make a purchase, and Bunnings was the place I had seen it advertised....so there I was about to enter this vast interior and mingle with the crowd.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">Not for me the aimless wandering....I knew exactly what I wanted. My problem was how to find it without a GPS, compass or similar device. Why didn't I ask the male door attendant who looked at least sixteen years old, you might ask....and well you might....and I would gladly have done that except I was having one of those moments common to women of my age.... I couldn't remember the name of the thingamejig.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">So off I went at a brisk pace....down, around, across, up, back......looking....looking....trying to find the thing with a name that was on the tip of my tongue!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">Finally a young woman, dressed in the red and green of a Bunnings uniform jumped out at me from one of the aisles I had been up and down several times, and said "You look as if you need some help" ....and of course I did. I told her my sad tale! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">She whipped out an enormous catalog conveniently stored on her person, and we proceeded to scan the pages, and in next to no time we had found the very item of discontent. I was impressed....but not only that, she then escorted me to the very spot where this item resided, lifted it from the high shelf and began to extoll its virtues....how easy it was to assemble, and how she had bought the very same one for herself two years ago and it was still going strong......but she did recommend that when I assembled it, I should reinforce the back to make it stronger....a piece of pine was needed she said....so off we went again, trekking miles across the store to find a piece of timber the correct size for the job!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">("Upselling" I thought to myself, then had a moment's remorse when I found it was only to cost me $1.10 )</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">She selected a piece from the barrel, examined it, then put it back, carefully chose another, examined it again..."knot holes"...she volunteered, then finally settled on one after she had looked down its length to see whether it was "true". "This should do the trick" she said and handed it to me with a smile.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">I liked this young woman, not only for rescuing me from my situation, but for thinking that I could indeed assemble the said item <span style="background-color: white;">MYSELF</span>. I didn't have the heart to tell her I would be paying a handyman to do the job.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">I asked her name - "Jenny " she said....pointing to the prominent tag on her uniform "I'm Jenny"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">And "Yes" Jenny...I'm going to give it a go myself tomorrow. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;"> You were a breath of fresh air !</span><br />
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