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SEASON’S GREETINGS!

I’m not the busiest woman at this frenetic time, so I shan’t bang on about how I’ve been so busy I haven’t sent  any cards yet…

I am going to be busy. Very busy. On Saturday night the long-awaited rain arrived. From, apparently, one of those monsoon buckets they use in bushfires. About midnight, a Niagara roar woke me and by the time I’d stumbled around closing windows and doors…the rain had stopped.

But it started again at 3am, a nice steady drizzle, soaking into the soil. Mmmm…a lullaby to those of us who need it.

And it hasn’t stopped since! So we might be able to get some of the heavier work done in the garden while The Man is at home.After the Christmas break he’ll be off to the mines again.

So I’ll leave you with a small amusement…the very cheerful young lad on the check-out  at the supermarket said to the woman ahead of me:

Howzhyadaybeensofar?HuvyadoneallyashoppeengfaChrismis?Enjoytherestivyadayandavamerrychrismis.”

The lady was wearing traditional Muslim garb!

The cats have posted their own decoration (which they cribbed!) and here is my greeting to all of you, wherever you are and however you celebrate.I wish all of you good health,happiness and good times in the year ahead.

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LAST NIGHT’S DINNER

with an alert for ophidiophobics

Actually, if we’re going to be all pedantic, it was the night before last.

The Man happened to glance up from his fish and said: “Is that a possum tail hanging down at the window?”

I, being closer to the window, said:”I don’t think so, but I’ll go and check.”

Out on the deck I could see exactly what it was and called for a camera…

Well, from the dining table it looked like a possum dangly bit!

But it was a  brown tree snake feasting on a gecko.

OK…all you ophidiophobes can come back now!

Harvested from my potted treasures…

…garlic,basil,parsley,rosemary,mint and nasturtiums.

I’m glad a took a picture cos this rain may put paid to the poor things!

At this time of year I  like to rummage around in the virtual bargain bin and find gifts to suit my readers.

But, as you know, I’m a tad preoccupied this year. So I’m letting you do you own shopping.

Please help yourselves to a card.

Happy shopping! And thanks for all the comments,guys.

My next post will be from  the U S of A  .Wheee!

However you spend the  next few days I hope they will be happy days. And if you live  somewhere that has Funnel Webs or scorpions or slithery things, or cheeky kids, take care when you delve into your stocking!  🙂


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WHAT WILL YOU EAT AT CHRISTMAS?

More storms are forecast. The Wet Season is setting in early this year. Actually…no, it’s not really early. In  times past, this weather and its timing was the norm.

I’ve  had an email from a friend who says she’s just had lunch: cherries, macadamias and a glass of NZ Sauvignon Blanc.

Ahh! Summer in The Great South Land…

Because I’m already fed-up with the malarky that comes around every year at this time…I mean, what sort of miserable little toe-rag nicks the batteries out of a twinkly wreath?

Because, while I’d love to believe that we all really DO love each other( yeah, right!)… excuse me, lady, but just how many frozen pizzas do you really need just because they’re only $10 and how many people are you prepared to elbow out of your way?

And because I love a good laugh…I think we’ll have a Catherine Tate repeat reprise. * This is worth it. Even if you don’t live in Cleethorpes. And if you do live in Cleethorpes… perhaps this will help!

UPDATE WITH A CAPTIONED VIDEO FOR THOSE WHO FIND THE ACCENTS DIFFICULT

Here’s the brilliant Victoria Wood with the also brilliant Julie Walters.

with captions

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVxG4MpQOVM&feature=player_embedded

Now, I’m off to do some clever things with a sharp implement…

That’s industry jargon for same old stuff again.


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GETTING THE JUMP ON CHRISTMAS

Being on this side of the IDL means I have to “post early for Christmas.”

Mind you, even that isn’t working out terribly well this year, is it? Our postal people have been on strike. Well, we were told they’d be on strike, but I have had things in my mail box every day this week. Some of them mail!

The 10 hour time difference also means I’ll be starting before you northerners. I’ll also be reaching for the aspirin first!

But, wherever you are and however you celebrate the occasion, I hope you and those you love are safe and happy.

Now, not everyone believes in Santa Claus, but someone has been here and has left a collection of packages! Too lazy to trek all around the world, he (she?) expects me to distribute them.

Guess what, Santa? I’m a tad busy m’self so how about  everyone  collecting their own gifts?  Nicely, now. We don’t want that unseemly January-Sales-type crush…

Chris has had a rough time of it this year, but this might help to get him back in the fast lane.

Of course, a race is only a race when there’s more than one horse. So I’ve got a chariot for his best buddy

The artists among you can trawl through some of the biggest stores on the web. It’s OK – they accept Monopoly money! –  ; )

While she recovers from the horrors of spending time with that “Dreadful Dave,” Ziggi could probably find something for these fellows to do.

Another blogger (who’s been a bit busy lately) might find a use for this

And I’m pretty  sure several of you could think of something to do with the keys.

This would be welcome in more than one place! (not hinting, of course. Of course.)

Perhaps, for those in the Frozen North…

Maybe a little (or a lot!!) of this…

Fancy a night out?

But my personal wishes are for and

and, please, fickle gods of the weather…

especially where things are desperate

Idle Thoughts will be idling over the break , but as time allows, I’ll scoot around and see what everyone’s up to.

Merry Christmas to all and to all – a goodnight!


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HAPPY CHRISTMAS, ERINGLA!*see comments

And if Christmas is not your tradition, enjoy the holiday however you choose.

I hope all my blogging friends (is there a generic term for such folk? If not, let’s invent one. Any bright ideas, Melanie?) have a safe and happy time  over the coming days.

I know some have had recent sadness, some have sad memories and some face daunting challenges in the coming weeks. But  I hope at least some spark from the festivities will put some sparkle where it’s needed.

In the spirit of giving…

A certain broomrider in Wet Wiltshire might like these


And I know someone in Putney who could always find a use for this…

Friends in the Pacific North West (aka the Wet Coast) are bracing for more of the stuff that will make these gifts timely

And at least two of you might be glad of ideas for “eggstra” pre-packed protein parcels.       

These cheery and warm socks are from Siesta Fair Trade; just the thing for any of you in frigid northern climes

But what about my Southern Hemisphere and Caribbean buddies?

Let’s see…how about this?

Or maybe……. one of these.

Of course, the way the weather’s behaving   a raincoat might be the thing.

Alternatively, we could all, separately or collectively, but certainly virtually enjoy some of this. Designed for vegetarians, but yummy, so be quick! 

And the carnivorous can have this

Mud cake….

…  or traditional pudding?

Couldn’t celebrate properly without some bubbles, could we?

In crystal flutes. Of course.

Because I’m a classy lady. Of course. These are from Artedona and they ship to just about everywhere.(I should ask commission!)

I’m sure I could fill everyone’s virtual stocking, but it’s mid 30s Celsius and if I don’t get some water to my herbs they’ll go the way of the tomatoes.


Merry Christmas, everyone!

And whatever you do, DON’T go googling for holly pictures if your strait-laced Aunty Ethel is around!



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"Oh! I GET BY WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS…"

“Helping” and trying to catch the cursor was tiring. A nap was called for. Their “pillow” is my well-thumbed copy of the Douglas Adams & John Lloyd gem,“The Greater Meaning of Liff.” It’s an expanded edition of “The Meaning of Liff” and if you have not read it I suggest you hit your local Barnes & Noble, W.H.Smith, Whitcoull or whatever emporium sells good books. If you don’t, much of what I write will be somewhat Dalderby.( No, I’m not going to give you an asterisked explanation on the end of the post! Buy the book!)

Cat o’ two tails?

Yes, they do now venture out into the garden. And under the fence. And down the drive. Not too bad if I have help, but on my own…

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I’m taking advantage of that cliche, the window of opportunity…

I hope you all had/are having a happy time? Chez Dinahmow, that jolly old man in the red jammies brought us a wonderful gift: RAIN! Now, to those of you in places like Seattle and Vancouver, this may not seem very gifty.And there are folk a few hundred kms from me who will be ready to strangle me, but when you are going through a drought in the coastal tropics…well, thanks, Santa!

And someone else is noisily gtrateful,too.

I was going to show you a pretty picture of our Christmas tree.

It has…no! it HAD fibreoptic lights which changedcolour; a truly beautiful epilepsy-triggering effect. The instructions stated that it should not be switched on for longer than 16 hours continuously. Trouble is, after a mere non-continuous TWO hours its (probably expensive!) Halogen bulb died!

Feeble excuse for not having a picture of it? Okay, I have a better excuse… Sporran’s ability to jump onto the counter where the tree stood. That’s the same counter which houses the coffee-maker, the dish rack, the stove top, the toaster, the trayful-of-car-keys-pens-bills-rubber-bands-paper-clips-and-other-stuff-the-housekeeper-
has-not-put-away.

I knew it would not be long before the kittens raised their bar, in a manner of speaking, but I did hope to get through the holiday jump-free.

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Some of you have probably been sent the usual flurry of theme-memes. It gets a bit ho-hum after a while, doesn’t it? But here is someone whose wit avoids the trite. Go on! Pop across and have a chuckle.

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Your festivities weren’t festive enough? You’re craving a little action to whittle that waistline?
Well, you could always sign-on with the power company for a high-powered position! And if that has the same effect on your knees as it did on mine (and I was sitting down!) maybe you’d rather try your hand at the ancient and noble sport of archery. The Wiltshire Witch has mentioned that she’s not too dusty with a bow and arrow and I have been known to hit the hay bale once or twice. But I doubt either of us (certainly not me!) would split hairs in this argument!

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I may be absent from my post for a few days…the Met.Man is keeping a close eye on a low pressure system in the Coral Sea. “They” say it is unlikely to become cyclonic, but our power went off last night ( it was after 6am before I could make a decent cup of coffee! ) and the weather, though showery, was perfectly calm. Go figure!


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See? Told you I wouldn’t explain the meaning of Dalderby! Na-na-na-na-na-na!

 

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DEAR SANTA…

I know all the well-organised people will have written and sent their “wish lists” weeks ago. I am NOT well-organised. And my personal wish list is pretty much a static, recycled affair: good health, workmen who turn up on time, shoes in my size when I’m shopping for shoes. Simple stuff, really.

But having had to negotiate crowded roads , overcrowded carparks and very rude and stupid drivers in the lead-up to the holiday…. I am herewith revising that list. I’ll even settle for tardy workmen if I can have this …

I want a set of wicked wheels.
You know – hubcaps with a spur.
Like that racing chariot
Steven Boyd drove in “Ben Hur.”
Then, next time someone cuts me off
He wont just earn my ire__
I’ll carve my *^#$^** initials
In the white wall of his tyre!

Thank you, Santa.
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That’s all for today, people. Hunger and thirst and sundry domestic duties call me from my post. (posts?) I’ll be back in a while.
In the meantime, if this is your last shuffle through the blogs before Christmas, I wish you a very happy and safe holiday.
By the way, Blogger has me confused again, just when I thought all that Beta nonsense was sorted… the technowotsits, bless their little nerdy hearts, attempted to explain their actions with an analogy. Lorne Greene and something that sounds like Ronald Reagan’s military wish list. Please, people, some of us are so old we still think Lorne Greene runs that ranch out in the West where the living was best. (Oh, gawd! Now I suppose I’ll have to explain that for the benefit of the youngsters.)