"In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on" - Robert Frost
Friday, 26 August 2022
Friday Fotos
Thursday, 25 August 2022
A spuddly sort of day.
Spuddle is a word I remember being used in my childhood and I thought it was one of those words unique to a family. Imagine my surprise when I found this defninition:
from the 17th century meaning to work feebly and ineffectively. To be extremely busy whilst achieving absolutely nothing.
And there you have it. I spuddle a lot.
This morning I was woken at 6.30 with a sloppy doggy kiss. Murphy has started letting me know that he needs to go out. As long as it's light, I don't mind. Otherwise, Himself can get up. He will come back to bed whereas once I'm up that's it.
The two dogs went and did their business, I saw the dawn sky and had a very early cuppa.
I then made a loaf of bread and put the dishwasher through. Once Himself got up we took the dogs for a walk and I came home and vacuumed the dog hair and flour off the kitchen floor.
I decided to make a loaf with a flat top (square as opposed to high top). I put a tray on the top of the tin and weighted it down and popped the whole lot in the oven. Within 5 minutes I heard a clatter and the tray and the heavy bowl had been pushed off. That loaf was damn strong! I have now ordered 2 proper tins with lids. I have also started cutting with an electric carving knife and can get straight and thin slices which were delicious as a bacon sanga at lunchtime.
Dinner last night was takeaway pizza (we had a hankering) and I have no idea what to have tonight. I fancy making a lasagne but my back is too sore to stand for long at the kitchen bench. Maybe over the weekend.
Himself is running Sally over to her mum's work. He gets the Coles' Harry Potter rubbish collectables for her and she now has nearly two full sets. There is a little boy we often meet when we walk the dogs who just loves German Shepherds. His mum said he collects these things, too, so Sally and I walked around and gave half a dozen to his big brother to give to him when he gets home.
She wanted to give him half her Tim Tam and I had to explain that, lovely as the thought is, we don't give strangers half eaten Tim Tams!
Daylight is definitely on the increase. It seems to lighter more quickly than it does darker at the other end of the year. Not long now and I will be whining about the heat.
Wednesday, 24 August 2022
Dull
Tuesday, 23 August 2022
A Granny day
Alice sleeps for an hour or so at a time at home. IF Amy can get her down.
Monday, 22 August 2022
And just like that ...
we're back to winter!
I went to check to see if my seeds had sprouted were OK to find that some of the bottles had blown over in the wind. I managed to rescue and reassemble but I'm not sure if the seeds are at the correct depth to sprout. I'll be planting some more at the weekend so I'm not too worried and I have anchored them with a concrete block as we are in for some high winds and rain.
J and Amy and I were going to go to the yarn shop but J has a bug so Amy and I went and I bought more yarn. Some I needed for the jumper I am going to knit Two, I needed some new needles and cables and I wanted to try a finer sock yarn and Amy fell in love with some possum yarn and wanted to knit her mum a scarf for her birthday so I said I'd buy it and she can pay me back. We then had lunch and while she was changing Alice I popped into Kmart and bought a walker thing as Alice is trying to push furniture around and walk. I spend too much on that family, I know, but it brings me pleasure and I know it helps them.
Three was sick today. His boss wasn't impressed but what was he meant to do? Take a bucket to work and chuck into it between cars? Actually, I think his boss would have preferred that. He is a lazy sod who leaves most of his work to Three who isn't actually meant to do those tasks which means he falls behind in his own work. I am still furious that they won't let him move to a site closer to home that HAS A VACANCY for exactly what Three does at his site but he will have to resign to get out of that place.
I am watching a show on Netflix called "You". It is a psychological thriller and not what I usually watch but is really good. If you like this sort of thing I highly recommend it. It's a fascinating look into the world through the eyes of a sociopath.
Tomorrow I have Alice for a few hours. Wednesday I have knitting and on Friday I will catch up with J and C. A busy week.
Sunday, 21 August 2022
Gardening

Saturday, 20 August 2022
Saturday
Himself is putting the covered vege thing together. It is much bigger than we remembered! We are thinking about fencing off part of the front yard so it actually looks like it's meant to be a vege patch. Because of the hill we are on and the water running down (the poor woman at the bottom) the ground is very, very soggy so pots and planters will be the way to go, I think. Of course, in the summer it dries as hard as clay.
I did a quick vacuum of the living areas today. Ye gods and little fishes my animals produce a ton of hair and dust. Just as well I love them.
I've done a bit of knitting and researched a blanket I want to weave. If I buy the yarn recommended it will be just over $200 but I think it will be worth it for a large hand made blanket.
This is from the site with the pattern. It is made using Ashford wool (from NZ) and measures approximately 155cm x 165cm so a good size for a throw over a couch to snuggle under in winter. I have a recipient in mind and think I will go muted pastels - mint, grey, blue and cream. You weave 4 panels then invisibly (fingers crossed) stitch them together.
I have cheese herb scones in the oven for when Himself gets back from Bunnings. It's another damp, dull day.



















