What Happened Instead …

What happened instead of me getting back on the same day is the usual ‘fall-down’ where I got back from my little jaunt in high spirits but with my ME-generated infirmities taking me down down down.

Seems like I got up too early, walked too far, stood around too long, and saved my bones from an awkward fall backward with a sturdy four year old in my arms.

I played horses, explorers, and clambered over a few bits of kindergarten playground equipment merely to prove to myself that I still could. Had fun.

You get the idea. I was flat as a tin lizard all weekend, able only to veg, read, and think about everything else.

I wanted to use a different image, which is stored on my laptop, and I am one-fingeredly typing this on my mobile. The twain meet only in one direction IE the mobile sends stuff to the laptop, never the other way round.

I know. I know. There’s the cloud! Never mind the cloud, it’ll just rain on my parade. The rain of passwords, pins, usernames, you name it, that I don’t have glued to my fingertips.

I steer up over under and around the cloud. There are more than ‘enty-soben’ steps between me and you and the cloud, and plus cooling complexes use too much energy.

Cheers all

Happy Halloween

I say on the morning after here in Aus and on the eve of the festivities up there in the Northern Hemisphere … I had a big day yesterday having curtains installed … my excuse for not getting this wonderfull orange photo up

The story that goes with it will have to wait till later … it’s Grandparents’ Day at my grand daughter’s school (aka kindie) and I’m up a full hour earlier than normal to catch a ride to the school for an 8 AM start.

Dark Front

… the sky is dark grey

And it’s coming …

And coming …

Gisnep #82

“Zombies love this more than brains” by https://gisnep.com

The hardest Gisnep puzzle I’ve done up to now. It took 29:07. 🎉 with an intermission of a couple of hours. When I went back to it, it suddenly all fell into place. Lol, not that I’d ever heard the quote … and it had 26 words! … but it’s a good one.

By a French philosopher, living January 1689 – 10 February 1755).

What are your strategies to solve this?

Wilderness

My car-less wilderness starts twenty metres beyond my front entrance …

It festures long vistas of bounteous greenery, exotics mixed with native trees …

Impenetrable matted jungles of grasses flow over the contours of Bulimba Creek’s floodway …

The creek itself is almost hidden between the overgrown banks where ducks, dusky moorhens and waterdragons make themselves at home

Cat Diary 17

Usually I can convince the old woman to turn off the TV by about 8.30, for a game or ten involving me getting kibbles for prizes.

We’ve given up on the eggbox, I’m happy to say. Yesterday she tied that horrible furry snake onto the end of a red wheeled thing that she dragged behind her, trying to get me to follow it and get the kibbles loaded onto the tray.

I soon showed her what I thought about that game …

So that night ended with her, after much cajoling, offering me kibbles by ones and twos first on her bare feet (not so scary) then on her knees, then on her hands (scary!) Though I did manage to eat more than half my bedtime snack.

Today was completely disrupted. The two wild human young came while their owner went shopping. The old woman spread the craft sheet over the floor and everybody cut things, glued, taped, then they went to the sink and floated a boat. All this while I hid under the couch.

After their owner fetched the young humans, the old woman tidied the room and rolled up the craft sheet. She’s always saying things like … Now then Moggy-mine, what mystery will we work on today?

Today she hid seven kibbles in the rolled up craft sheet. And after I found them she put in another lot. I don’t mind this game … I think it can lead to greater things. Imagine if she hid a handful?

(This is 29 seconds of me finding eight or ten kibbles. Ttoo long for you?)

We’re both sitting on the couch now waiting for the bedtime alarm. Well, she shuts me in the den then, whatever she does for the nect hour.

Lego, Set #71819

AKA the Stone Dragon

With Bag 7 and the second arm-and-claw, the build is finally starting to look like a dragon.

Also already present are a tray of teacups and teapot in the half finished teahouse; at the base the koi pond already stocked with the fish, and the roots of the fig tree growing through the ancient stone; while in the foreground the rocking platform where the martial arts school will practice.

Three more bags to go.