VENDREDI VISUALS

Well, Friday Visuals didn’t have quite the right “ring” to it!

I like Fridays. I suppose most people do, especially when it marks the end of the working week. Even when I worked peculiar shift hours, like a 12 hour day on Fridays, and more than one job,  I still liked Fridays. Probably something we learn in early childhood when we’re shunted off to that nine-to-three-Monday-to-Friday existence for 10 or 12 years.

We used to call it “POETS Day.” Desks would be cleared in time for Happy Hour at whichever watering hole was in favour.

In New Zealand and Australia, until the 1960s, pubs closed at 6pm, leading to the mad dash for a pint being known as the “six o’clock swill.”

The Station Hotel, in Auckland, worked a neat little loophole in the law: because the Station had a restaurant, patrons could sign “the dinner register” and drink at the bar until “a table became available.” Lost count of the times I signed that book! Oh! I’ve just remembered that I actually did have dinner there one night.A “geen  u wine” business dinner!

But what about the visuals? I hear you clamour…how about a picture of an orchid? Dendrobium crenutatum, the dove orchid. You can stand all day with a hose running on it, but it only flowers after rain. And the flowers wither after a day or so, but they are incredibly spicy-sweet!

This one is wired onto a piece of a branch as they’re happy little epiphytes, but I’ve seen pictures of them in the ground.

I think some of my readers might be impressed by this art display. I certainly was! I wonder how long it took her to thread all those things!

Among the sounds I often hear at night, when neighbouring ghetto-blasters  and tyre-squealers are silenced, are the calls of Whistling Ducks.

This is a lousy poorly-lit photo I took last week  at my local green waste facility (poncey term for rubbish dump!). What about those tiger stripes!This pair seems to have made a cosy home in  the dump superintendent’s garden area. I say “pair” as they seem to be a ducky item and this is breeding season. I’ve never managed to get close enough to photograph them til now as wild ones tend to be on the skittish side. But the dump man says they are used to him and would not mind my presence. Too bad they wanted to stay in the shade! Here’s a better one.And here’s an audio clip.

But Fridays do have a down-side for me – it’s mowing day up the back. This means a VERY LOUD petrol-driven leaf blower (the wife hates any mess on her lawn), followed by a petrol-driven line trimmer(weed-eater, I think locals call it), also VERY LOUD. Sometimes, he uses a miniature chain saw to trim palm fronds and, yes, it’s LOUD. And for the finale, a !##**&!! LOUD lawn mower. And this morning, I have three neighbours in concert.A sort of four stroke roundelay. Suburban life…

A koel, through the screened (and rain-dirty) window – not bad! Of course, he flew away the minute I went outside!Probably fed up with the incessant bloody noise!

Here’s a little something to leave you laughing