Walking home yesterday I passed a couple of people having a “heated discussion” about who had ” shovelled snow onto my car, man! ”

100 yards on and I met another  fellow. He was shouldering 2 snow shovels and walking along Columbus Heights, calling:”Anyone need help to get their car out?” I’d like to clone him.

In an hour or so TC Yasi is going to make landfall.

Makes 3′ of yellow snow on your doorstep a lesser thing. Unless, of course, you’re the one who has to shovel it!

It’s a hard time to be far away from home. But even harder to have to face something like this!

So I’m doing what I always do in tough situations -‘avin’ a bit of laugh.

And this lady is always guaranteed for a chuckle chez Dinahmow.

And for pudding (I’m English -we say pudding, not dessert!), try this



…with a side of New York snow.

Anthony is giving my Main Man some cause for concern..The Met Office boffins have issued this


While over on the Dark Side, folks are hunkering down for Bianca.(Good luck, Archie!)


See? Sandwich. Note to the Sky Fairy/Ceiling Cat…wasn’t the *%#ing rain enough?

What can I say? Oh! C’mon, people! I don’t get much practice at this in the Tropic of Capricorn! Maybe I should go back to the Met. and have a really good look at the Degas…

I’m rather enjoying the snow. Well, some aspects of it. There is a certain beautifying quality, a rendering of all things to the same level.

Of course, when “that level” is upwards of three feet deep and between you and your pay cheque…yes, I can see that the gloss would be minimal.

Still, some of us know how to have fun…

…a variation on the fairground coconut shies. “Aim for the baby buggy, Willie!” This is what my street was like the day before the latest snowstorm!





Yes, I can see that the gloss may tarnish!

I’m drawn to oddities. Particularly  gaffs in advertising and journalism. There’s a company here (maybe it’s a national enterprise) that sells and delivers cleaning products. They have banner-ads on subway trains. One caught my imagination: floor wax to brazilian wax… we have it.

Surely, not the same product? 


Look  for their ads…


And don’t slip on that wax!




update 0930 hours, Sunday. This is what Hamish looks like.



update 1400 hours Friday. Mackay officially on cyclone alert.

The weather gods are taking another turn of the screw …there is a severe cyclone  building up North. When I say “up North” I mean that it is far enough away not to be an immediate worry here, but it looks like coming South; even now coastal communities only a few hours away are on cyclone watch.


Hinchinbrook, Cardwell, about midway between Townsville and Cairns. To make the geography lesson simple: Townsville is about 4 hours drive north of us. 

And Ingham. Remember Ingham?

picture from

That’s the town that had record rainfall (multiple times!) a few weeks ago when most news media were focused on southern bushfires. Well, Ingham’s inundated again! Thank goodness the worst of the bushfires are under control. But it will be years before bush regenerates and homes are rebuilt. And for some, the heartache of loss will never go away…


My brother sent me an amusing Youtube film this morning. I am a complete cyber dunce when it comes to embedding and live captures and all that stuff. So you’ll have to copy and paste the link. Deal with it!

With all the horrors in this world of ours, it’s good to see something that raises a smile, yes?

Actually, I was reminded of Marilyn Monroe standing over the sidewalk vent, with her skirt billowing…ah, you’re probably all too young to remember! Here’s a clip from

Did any of you ever see that movie, “The Seven Year Itch“? A huge hit in 1955, it became a Wilder classic. And Monroe’s line, all breathless and eye-lashy: “when it’s hot like this, you know what I do?[eyelash flutter] I keep my undies in the icebox!” 

I hope it’s been re-mastered onto dvd at my local store ‘cos I think I’d like to see it again.


I cleaned my disgustingly dirty car the other day. Well, alright, this is maybe not blogworthy news, but it was a prettty big deal to me. I have to drive at least twice a day through road works and now that the asphalt’s being laid I’d got more than a few tarry splatters. And the interior was still wearing leaves and twigs from a tip trip. 

Anyway…that night, when The Man came home , he said: “Wow! The car looks fabulous! I can see my reflection in the paint!”

“Thank you, dear,” said I. 

“Oh, um, yes. I see you’ve cleaned the Toyota…”

He was, of course, referring to the Mustang. It may be coming home at the weekend so I’ll be doing a brag on the blog when it does!

Damn! I’ve just realised that the “extra” space I’d acquired in the carport is going to be reclaimed…

2009_0222mustang0001Various body parts at the paint shop…

Betcha can’t wait for more!  I’m off now to look for Geiger’s collar. 


I know we are constantly being warned of children in danger from internet predators and I’m sure there are some nasties lurking just a click away.

But there are lovely people out there, too.

If you read the comments on my previous post you’ll know that this humble lass has been elevated to the nobility. Scots nobility, at that! You can find out why here

While not of Scots blood, I did grow up with quite a few Scottish friends and my father  lived there for several years. So I was used Harry Lauder impersonations and rolling back carpets for eightsome reels was pretty much de rigeur whenever the numbers were sufficient.

Thinking back, it’s over 40 years since I was whirled around by a kilted laddie.

I  c’n rroll my rrs wi’  th’ best o’ them. Paraphrasing Shakespeare’s Lady Macbeth at school (I was bored ) earned laughs from the class and a stern rebuke from the teacher. “Ahent! ye big jessie! Gie us the daggers; I’ll do it m’sen!”

So I’m well pleased wi’ ma bonny new title.

And my penchant for language and odd words was met by another blog From here, I clicked to Save The Words and guess what? I’ve adopted two words! Allow me to introduce  succisive, an adjective pertaining to spare time. Now, I may have bitten off more than my dentition can handle  since my adoption papers require me to use my words as often as possible, preferably working them into daily conversations, the idea being that other folk will think “gee! what a good word;I must remember it!” Hmmm…weren’t thinking clearly, were you, Dinah! Succisive time, indeed!

But I should have no trouble introducing homerkin, a noun for a measure of beer into my daily word-nerdiness! “Husband! A homerkin to slake this thirst, if you please!” Yes, I’m well pleased with this cyber-shopping.

If you would like to keep some wonderful old, un-used, out-of-date words alive, make your way over to the “adoption centre” and do your bit for language. (Even if you don’t adopt any, you’ll surely find some you’ve never before heard. And it’s free!)

Not quite so well pleased with my challenging self portrait. Now, I will show you the final print, I promise, but as this is an in-house project you’ll have to wait until all prints have been submitted. And that will be in less than 2 weeks. Eeeek!

But wait! You want more? How about  this:

I challenge any reader, whether a printmaker or not, to cut a self-portrait in lino. Take a photo of your print and post it on your blog and let me know when you do.

You never know, you might have more fun than you think.

As I write this, more pewter clouds are gathering. The cyclone that threatened Cairns a couple of days ago weakened and merely caused widespread flooding. Now, still a rain depression, it’s coming our way. And I heard on radio news a while ago that a 4 metre croc has been sighted in the harbour. Yachties are warned not to clean their boats til the big fella’s been removed. Oh! The fun we have in the tropics!

But getting back to the links and connections and contacts of the blogosphere…

From the talented Jackie Morris (how does she find time for all she does?Oh, that’s right-her cats do most of the blogging!), I followed a link from Wales to Scotland and now I, too, am  making paper boats!

Here’s a prototype. It sank.Very quickly!abandon-shipBut my first efforts were of scrap copy paper  that I fished out of the basket to wipe my brush on. I’m working on something heavier and, hopefully, more seaworthy for my submission. But I think the preservation of the cottage is a worthy idea.

Now…lino is calling. Actually, I think lino is crying. “Please don’t cut me. I’ll be good. I promise!”

And those pewter clouds? Getting bigger and closer…