Large elephants in Australia
Large elephants in Cambodia
All enjoy bananas
Though this big banana
I’m sure they’d recoil from.
http://ceenphotography.com/2014/02/11/cees-fun-foto-challenge-large-subjects-2/.
Large elephants in Australia
Large elephants in Cambodia
All enjoy bananas
Though this big banana
I’m sure they’d recoil from.
http://ceenphotography.com/2014/02/11/cees-fun-foto-challenge-large-subjects-2/.
Being a nerdy girl I didn’t attract admirers the way my friends did. In fact I’d only had a couple of boyfriends before I’d reached 19 and was already feeling that spinsterhood was my destiny. I’d also never been to a wine bar or any type of night club for that matter and had rarely stepped foot in a pub.
Finally the girls persuaded me to go to Red Neds the new wine bar everybody was talking about. Janet had managed to get a table with enough bar stools so that we could sit in comfort nursing our drinks and shouting at each other across the noise of the live band that was playing Donna Summer’s I feel love . We drank, tried to look like we were having fun and Margaret was doing her best to attract some single men to come over to our table. Unsuccessfully. After a couple of hours I’d drunk as much as it was sensible for me to drink and was feeling bored, my book called me and to be in my room alone would have been more fun than I had all evening. We decided to leave. “I’ll just go to the loo before we head off” I said and left accompanied by Janet.
On our return three men had joined Margaret at the table, having obtained stools from somewhere. They had positioned themselves so that we would have had to sit one girl one guy. I remained standing. Margaret made the introductions. They seemed like nice fellows but by now I was just ready to go home. To my surprise one of them, Johnny asked me out on the 14th February two days later. “I’ll pick you up and we’ll go out to dinner.”
“I don’t know.”
“Go on Jane” Margaret said “You’re not doing anything.”
Urged on I accepted, gave him my address and then left. I have to admit that I was excited at the coming date over the next couple of days. I’d never had a really proper date before, with dinner. My friends helped me dress and choose appropriate clothing, wide flared pants, a knitted top and my new platform shoes.
I was ready when he arrived and told him I would meet him in the lobby when he buzzed the intercom. Down I went feeling almost confident until the lift door opened. “Happy Valentines Day” a voice said as I left the lift. I turned. A smiling face and a bunch of red roses greeted me. I hadn’t known it was Valentines Day. It wasn’t a celebration, like Halloween, that we follow in Australia, at least not in those days. The shops weren’t full of the hearts and cards and chocolates and red roses that they are now. Then, I was overcome with surprise, and I was glad that my lack of knowledge of Valentines Day was a good cover.
Standing, Johnny would barely reach five foot tall. At Red Neds it was not apparent that he was short as he had sat on one of those high bar stool. His legs are short, I thought, as I wished desperately that I had worn flat shoes and not the platforms that took me to a height of six-foot. Dinner was an enjoyable affair but although I knew our height differences shouldn’t matter, it did as I struggled to hear what he said as we walked along after dinner, his voice disappearing into my chest. I had to bend to hear him and a goodnight kiss was out of the question.
I wasn’t surprised when I didn’t get a phone call from Johnny but he definitely made my first Valentines one to remember.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/10/writing-challenge-valentine/
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“You are lucky to be one of those people who wishes to build sand castles with words, who is willing to create a place where your imagination can wander. We build this place with the sand of memories; these castles are our memories and inventiveness made tangible. So part of us believes that when the tide starts coming in, we won’t really have lost anything, because actually only a symbol of it was there in the sand. Another part of us thinks we’ll figure out a way to divert the ocean. This is what separates artists from ordinary people: the belief, deep in our hearts, that if we build our castles well enough, somehow the ocean won’t wash them away. I think this is a wonderful kind of person to be.”
― Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life
http://esengasvoice.wordpress.com/2014/01/25/ese-s-weekly-shootquote-challenge-imagination/
A dear friend who lived in New Zealand told me that as well as seeing the normal geothermal hotspots of the North Island of New Zealand , it was a must that I visit the hidden valley at Orakei Korako which is found on the Waikato River at Lake Ohakuri. After a scenic drive, wondering if we had become lost, we came across a small café where we bought our ferry tickets and entry to the Hidden Valley. The boat journey, although short, was beautiful but nothing to the sights that greeted us as we neared the jetty of the Hidden Valley.
Up to 20 million litres of silica enriched water flows down the naturally terraced valley daily, coloured with the black, green and yellow algae which grows at temperatures of 35 – 49 degrees celsius.
The Golden Fleece terrace (I’m sure you’ll know which of the pictures it is) is the third largest of the fault scarps in the valley measuring 40 metres long and 5 metres high. It is white as a result of a white sinter coating which covers it and it is not surprising that the Maori name Te Kapua translates to mean the cloud.
Both the North and South Islands of New Zealand are full of scenic treasures but if you have the opportunity to visit the geothermal area I would reiterate what my friend Annie said “you simply have to visit Orakei-Korako. It takes you into a totally different world.”
http://wheresmybackpack.com/2014/02/07/travel-theme-yellow/
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We moved in over Christmas. That was a shock and a half – the sound of children screaming, people talking, televisions blaring and cars revving. How were we going to survive? We had not had neighbours for twenty years. We were used to absolute silence with the occasional conversation between ourselves thrown in to break it. The noise was driving us mad. Then Christmas was over and so was the noise. Relief flooded over us, we thought we may have to move to escape it.
Living behind our wall we didn’t see anyone and now we didn’t hear anyone. As I didn’t know a soul it would have been a start to meet the neighbours. I should have gone door knocking but being the shy, non-communicative person that I am it just wasn’t in character. If only they had knocked on my door and introduced themselves.
Then one day whilst gardening I heard “She’s not going to talk to us. I think she’s going in. Hey….” I turned and saw a couple slightly older than myself but at fifty-six they could have been sixty or eighty. “We are your next door neighbours Bob and Winifred.” They weren’t quite our next door neighbours living three houses to the right of us but who cared. I introduced myself and told them my husband’s name.
“Have you met Doreen next door?”
“No.”
“Oh. She’s lovely. She lives there by herself. She was divorced about ten years ago, just before she bought here. She came for the granny flat and she had her parents in there but they died a couple of years back and she rents it out.” He paused to breathe. ” The couple that were there have just gone and a single lady, Rose, has moved in. She has an old dog that is dying. Sad really because that is all the company she has. Have you met Petra?”
“No.”
“She’s lovely. She actually owns the house on the corner but is living in this one here.” He turned and pointed to the house diagonally opposite. ” It’s her parents house. They live in Dubbo and are going to retire here in the near future. Have you met David and his wife?” A shake of the head was sufficient. “She’s his second wife. They’re about to have twins. They had hoped to have the extension finished by the time the babies come but I don’t think they have a chance with all that rain we’ve had. They are going to leave it black. I’ve never seen a black building before but he must know what he’s doing.”
We went through every neighbour in the street, at least five houses on either side and all the ones opposite. Then they asked about us and then our house. The previous owner had given them a guided tour just before they departed so they spoke with some knowledge of the interior. We told him that we had wished the previous owner had given us a guided tour as we were still trying to work out how some of the systems worked. Bob then dropped a bombshell – the previous owners were renting just a little further down the street and they had not sold because they were divorcing as I had surmised.
“Go and knock on their door. They won’t mind coming up and showing you.” We knew that was exactly what they did not want to do as we had already discovered many of the items left were faulty and we had no choice but to replace them at great expense.
I have met a couple of the residents in our street now, but thanks to the gossip of our friendly neighbours I walk the street with a degree of connectivity. I know everyone who lives in our vicinity even though we have never spoken a word and I’ll bet they know who we are, why we moved, where we moved from and maybe a few more facts that even I don’t know.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/08/daily-prompt-neighbors/
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