What an afternoon ...

Is there a better way to spend an afternoon watching a few fishermen cast a line into Botany Bay waiting to be rescued by a tow truck. Not that I be complaining, for who could complain with a beautiful view overlooking the bay, Million dollar homes and boats to match line the shores. A few yachts with trims of royal blue bopping on the water, the water so calm with barely a ripple. Only a slight backwash from a boat, slowly cruising past up the George's River.

Before we moved out west to the foot of the Blue Mountain, I used to pass this beautiful spot, wishing I could pull off and watch the sun rise. Looking towards the east you see the beautiful bridge, with lights of blue and green reflecting on the dark water, just before the sun comes up. There was barely enough time to wake up before opening the servo, duties call and regular customers waiting to fill up before heading off to work.

After a while (4yrs) you start knowing their names and lots about them, it's a community "The Shire" everyone knows everyone, I'd have my first cup of coffee with a local bricklayer, on his way to work. Russell the prosecutor, would pull up in his crappy 4 wheeldrive, mostly grabbing a morning paper and a coffee, but then he'd pull the bonnet and fill up the oil with his clean white longsleeve shirt on, I'd cringe thinking of washing the darm thing with grease all over it. I did blast him a few times nicely, even filled it up for him a few times. Then there was the nice old man with his yellow dog, who'd be waiting outside the door, while he got the paper and milk. You'd get to know them all.

Many Collared and tied, smelling of aftershave made me think of my dad, so neat and tidy, smelling of old spice with his black hair gelled back with brylcream, dressed in a suit on his way to the office. There he had a saying for the day on his desk. What a disappointment, I wasn't a son like he wanted, the go cart he built while waiting to become a father, never got used, no idea what happened to it. He finally got his wish with two grandsons. He would have enjoyed their teenage years for sure.

And yes the ute is broken, some electonic thingy, I got a ride with the towtruck driver, can't say I liked him much. Just lucky it was'nt peak hour yet and I could pull off to such a nice little fishing spot, now if only there was a fishing rod in the back with a little bait ...

Daisy's story ...

Daisy's story
For those that are new to my blog, Daisy is a feral goat that was picked up somewhere near Mudgee by a young couple that thought raising a goat in their backyard sounded like fun. They struggled to feed her and had to find a new home for her. When I got her,she could not have been older than 4 or 5 days. I wonder how different Daisy's life would have been living free. I wrote this a while ago for Daisy. Please read it to your little one's and if they like it I would love to know. Here goes ....

Where's my mummy?
What just happened to me ... why have those strange humans snatched me from my mummy? I tried to run away from them, but I could not cause they where so fast. I am frightened and hungry, my tummy is rumbling so loudly. Where are you Mummy?

Mummy, I don't like the milk the humans want me to drink. It's not nice and warm like your milk and they so rough with me. I asked them to "Please take me back to my Mummy. I miss you.
Where are we going now?

Why have we stopped and who is that new human person?
Hey where are you going without me? Oh no, they leaving me.
She picks me up and cuddles me softly. She warm up some milk for me to drink and talks to me softly. My eyes are so tired maybe I will close them a little.

Mummy, I not scared anymore cause she is kind to me ...
I like her. I going to drink my milk and grow big. Then I will go look for you.
I love you Mummy.

Facebook and Avatars

Dis nou net so rukkie dat ek daar kuier op Facebook, het dit eers niks gesmaak nie, maar as ek wil weet wat in alle my pelle se lewes aangaan dan moet ek nou maar daar kuier.
Myne seun sit vir my so mooi kat prentjie op vir my avatar, so niemand kan sien hoe oud die tannie nou regtig is nie. Daardie plooie en bags under the eye's, hulle kom sommer vanself. Weet nie of die roompies nou enige verskil sou maak nie. Oud gaan ons almal word. Al my sussies daar op Twisted Sisters spring so een na die ander uit die kas maar Rinetjie kryp weg agter daardie wit haar Gnome met haar blou oe, rooi lippe en bril.





Kyk as jy vinnig kyk dan kan jy jou misgis en dink dis 'n blow up meisie of 'n ding, maar ek belowe dis 'n really bad verf job, jy moet al haar maatjies, daar by die Camberra se Tulips show gesien het. Ek het sommer baie pic geneem. Dan edit en crop ek en naderhand is dit so 'n gemors, not even remotely in focus anymore, something to do with pixels.

Even the Queen was attending the show.



Then Poppie put my mugshot up on FB so now I can't hind anymore, well not anymore, we back to our blow up doll. First one to notice
Nilo ...
LOL Rintjies en nou die nuwe profile pic?
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Rina ... ek voel dis tyd vir 'n change, ek het meer make up nodig en nuwe brille en 'n box blond dye lol
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Sometimes I feel a little guilty with the blog avatar it's just a little out of date, say maybe by 15 years or so, Do I want to update it, NO