Moreidlethoughts Weblog

humour,art,gardens, books and whatever idle thoughts float through my mind (it's a very draughty mind.)


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WHAT THE DESPERATE GARDENER RESORTS TO …

…when the thermometer climbs above 30.

The cats have already hi-jacked  helped me out with Jane’s “flowers in the house.” And I had a coffee break and looked at some of the other floral delights on her blog. Well, I felt  a bit deflated, didn’t  I? So I admit I stole  borrowed Deb’s clever idea and snipped some sprigs of rosemary. But what to put with them? Hmm…something I have never tried before so have no idea how long before the Cape Primrose drops its petals, but here it is, with some white Penstemon.

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And one of the ginger-y  Tapeinochilos which hangs over the pathway was snapped so I trimmed it back and added a stem of shell ginger (that’s a current menace at the back gate as it’s crawling with green ants-ouch!)

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A very paltry contribution, Jane, but things are grim just now. Also, I’m cutting back a lot so that the tree chaps can get in to remove the trees.

And yesterday, I had a little surprise in my mail box – another book in the BookArtObject exchange. I think this completes my group swaps, but, to be honest, we’ve been going for so long on this round I’m really not sure! But here’s a peek …

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And that’s all for now, folks.* I still have some palm trash to drag away from the back pergola and I think making pastry before my hands get bloody and grubby is a good idea, don’t you!

 

 

*was it Bugs Bunny who said that?

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ABOUT THAT BLOKE IN THE PUB….

Interesting title, you think? Well, maybe. I’ve mentioned  “some chap/bloke/fellow in the pub” on several occasions. And I’m sure we’ve all come across him.I suspect he’s really an early experiment in cloning. Where do you think Ira Levin got his idea?

Who is this fellow? Well, if you believe him, he is a font of knowledge on myriad topics. And almost always knows the best place to get something at the best price (sometimes off the back of a lorry, but  we wont delve into that here.) And he either knows or is a close personal friend of someone who knows someone else. You may insert any colourful expletive here.

Over the years, I’ve heard the bloke in the pub claim to:

know a GI who was actually with Sean Flynn when he was captured by the Vietcong.

have been drinking in a pub in Chelsea with Lord Lucan the night of the murder

have the “inside track” on whatever racing classic was due to start.

Strange, but I doubt I could pick this bloke out of an identity parade; his appearance is, shall we say, amorphous. What I am absolutely certain of is that he had a damn good method of getting someone else to buy his round!

The debonair Mr Musgrave has honoured me with an award. Apparently, for “being fun down under ” and I can tell you right now I’ll be keeping a sharp eye on incoming spam. Well, you never know…

Anyway, I am to show my badger..oh, sorry, that should read badge  

This is the badge.

Reality Blog award

And then I am to answer some questions…

1     If I could change one thing in my life, what would that be?

Well, that’s a bit silly! As Sav has already said, when you change even one thing, that will affect/change everything else.

2    If I could repeat any age, what would it be?

Oh, please! I wander through childhood re-inventing myself all the time! Of course, the question might be using the word age to mean a certain period in history. Hmm…a tricky one, innit? Let’s shoot for early human development. Or being a six year old, because Mr. Milne made it such fun!

3   What really scares me?

I’m a bit of a sook about heights. Let’s be brutally honest – I’m too scared to go to the top of Very Tall Buildings. Flying doesn’t count.

 

4  If I could be someone else for a day, who and why?

Oh, I think for the novelty and the freebies, I’d be that bloke in the pub!

 

Now, I have some paper to measure and cut and some labels to paste on some packages and then….some books to send out into the world.

But before I go, I have to dob in    nominate some other poor buggers   worthy bloggers. Five, apparently. Well, some  have already been targeted, some are unwell, on holiday or don’t like these  games. But here goes my pick of three.  (and I hope they don’t hate me.)

Guyana Girl

Kim

Rog

What? You expect stunning photographs of an eye-catching garden? How about  some lethal weapons?

blades after first dip

 

Some of my rusted blades after soaking in  this…

strong tea

 

Not creosote – tea. Sorry, no biscuits.


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RENOVATION POTENTIAL. BLOGGER’S DREAM.

I’ve been wandering through too many real estate blurbs! Not that we’re planning to move. No, the title is more to do with a little bloggy housekeeping. Not much, mind! Hey! I’m flat-out trying to keep the home house neat so the blog gets nowt but a header change now and then. (And even that’s set to “auto” because I’m busy elsewhere.  lazy!)

But, if you’ve a mind to know more about my busy-ness you’ll see that I’ve added a new page, artist books. Up there /\, just below the picture. Rather than clog the blog with stuff not everyone wants to read, I’ll post bits and pieces there. And there’s also a link to the group blog if you’d like to read/see more.

But don’t expect to see everything! This project is  about swapping works with other book artists and we’d like to retain an element of surprise. 😉

So…what will I write on the main page? Oh, the usual nonsense. A sort of “wot I done on me ‘olidays” essay.

I might, for instance, have told you that I swam in the ocean at my local beach. No…the beach has been closed since Saturday when the life guards found jelly fish. Big box jellies. Red flags. Disappointed beach babes.

  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Box_jellyfish

But I’m heading to the pool after lunch!


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A BIT OF A MIXED PLATTER

Yes, this blog suffers from abandonment. If I viewed blogging as a “job” I might write more regularly. But then it would not be the fun that it (mostly!) is.

That doesn’t mean that I would not consider  paid work again…

Who’s up for another little guessing game? Nobody? Too bad, you’re going to get one!

Not a spider this time. Mind you, if you’ve been  into  the funny stuff  you might see spiders this colourful! Leave your guesses in the comments and I’ll post the answer on Friday.

We’re doing a little revamping Chez Dinahmow. No major building work, but a concerted effort to tidy some of the muddle. And, believe me, it is a veritable “bugger’s muddle.” Too many things with no proper home. I mean, c’mon, who would collect beautiful art and keep it packed away in boxes! Yes, guilty, as charged.

Until yesterday…

But now my artists books have  their very own home.

Display cabinet

Our floor has one or two uneven spots (we know this from the highly technical method of ball-rolling) and the cabinet is at present chocked with some of Sporran’s ripped-up cardboard.

But until we do something a little more permanent…

some of my collection  on display

four books from the current round of the BookArtObject  exchange  

and some from last year’s exchange.

I’ll have to rotate  things as this cabinet is nowhere near big enough for everything. And I’ll need to devise  slightly more professional mini-plinths than the current plastic kitchenware! But it is lovely to see my treasures.

In case anyone is wondering what has happened to the  print that used to hang in this spot… it is in the queue of  paintings, prints, photographs waiting to be re-hung. The framing tape on some needs to be replaced and there are new works to be hung.

I was saddened and extremely annoyed the other day when The Man and I  pulled up beside a python on the road, just metres from our house. Some bastard had run over it. To judge by the tyre marks it was a deliberate act. But I picked it up and carried across the road, down to the treeline above the mangroves. At least the carrion scavengers could pick at it there without themselves suffering fatal “Dunlops Disease.” *

dead python   Morelia spilota

Now, because Dinah doesn’t like to go out on a sad note and because we all need a laugh and, most importantly, Dinah needs a drink…here’s that  great comic duo getting up  some pretentious noses. Enjoy!

* A term coined by a former Parks Ranger for anything run over on our roads. 


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TAS’ES LIKE CHICKEN!

Who has not heard that one? Go to any “different” country, or even try a strange-looking item on the menu in a familiar restaurant  (OK, maybe not McDonalds!) and chances are the wait staff will tell you: “Ees good. Tas’es like cheecken. You try!”

But wait! Maybe you don’t have to book a trip to a remote Guatemalan jungle or the Kalahari. Perhaps you have the ingredients right in your own back yard. Grilled goanna, dear? “Tas’es like cheecken!”

We had some spare time (I know-unheard of!) the other day so we wandered around the local Botanic Garden and I snapped a couple of pictures. Especially for my more sheltered readers. 😉 I have some photos of goannas, but not on this computer. What’s a goanna? A big lizard. Not as big or nasty as a Komodo Dragon or a Gila Monster, but they can get to a pretty big size. Here’s a link

But I got the recipe for you!

And, while I was at it, I figured you’d probably want to know how to prepare a python for dinner…

What does a python look like? Well, some of them look like this…

…or this

What else tas’es like cheecken? Well, rattlesnake, according to various sources. Years ago, a friend of mine was travelling across America (Route 66, if you must know!) and he spent some time staying with a relative somewhere in the South West. The cousin came into the house one day with a rattler dangling over his gun barrel. “Dinner!” he said. And, damn! if it didn’t taste like chicken.

Cat also, apparently, tastes the same. Back in the 50s, when Davy Crockett was all the rage, the owner of a Chinese restaurant was prosecuted for having cat meat (masquerading as chicken!) on the menu. He was caught when police tracked a gang who’d been stealing cats for the Davy Crockett caps trade. Apparently, they had a nice little earner on the side!

Rabbit (not wild ones) is another chicken taste-alike. And when I was a kid I told people that huhu grubs (larvae of Prionopus reticularis) or pepe tunga in Maori were like chicken. Mind you, if someone had told me they tasted like peanut butter I’d never have eaten them! I hate peanut butter.

Just enter huhu grubs in Google Images and see what’s there!

Excuse me  for a minute…I have to prepare dinner…

Back again! Had you worried, did I? You thought I was going to forage in the mangroves for  a dinner-sized crocodile (another that “tas’es like cheecken”)? At this time of year there wont be any small crocs around. But that’s OK as we’re having pasta tonight!

And now for something completely different….a book!

This is mine, as in: I bought it, not made it. The maker is Nanette Balchin, an artist from Yeppoon. Sorry, she does not have a website, but I’ll show you some more photos next week. The book is still in an exhibition, red-spotted until I can pick it up. But here’s another piece of Nanette’s. A painting inspired by Vincent van Gogh. No, I didn’t buy this, but someone did.

Back to the kitchen.

OH! Australian readers might notice  the name Les Hiddens below those recipe pages. For those who may not know, he was (maybe still is?) an army Major who had a terrific hit television series called “Bush Tucker” a few years ago. Yes, he popularised the eating of native foods, but is probably best known for his iconic hat. Hang on! I’ll find a photo…