tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85899125437865519752024-11-01T17:07:33.965+10:00"It's only life. We all get through it" <strong><em>Dean Koontz - Odd Hours</em></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634491861054702416noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8589912543786551975.post-76854409598625134182012-10-31T12:00:00.000+10:002012-10-31T12:00:34.870+10:00

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<!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--> I like Strawberries. I like them sliced up on my breakfast cereal and on my occasional Saturday morning treat of pancakes. When Pete caught the gardening bug last season he decided that he would grow some for me. He bought some hanging baskets on EBay and filled them with a special blend of potting mix. He scoured the Nurseries for nice, healthy

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Nearly a year ago I wrote a blog entitled Follow Your Beak, which was all about our parrot, Paddy, and how he had so limited himself by his own perceptions. Paddy seemed to have lost the ability of directional flight. He was perfectly capable of flight – he would fly all around the house if startled. But the concept of using his wings to get from one place to another eluded him

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My Blogging muse has been on an extended leave of absence. Her position has been filled by the Creativity Muse who has inspired me to turn out large quantities of knitted, crocheted and loomed hats, scarves, Afghans and such. It seemed the two have conspired today. I’ve been crocheting a jacket for myself and yes, there are even life lessons to be learned in such a task. I’ve never

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Today we went for a drive to our favourite Sunday-morning-breakfast Café. On the way home Pete wanted to call into a Plant Nursery he had seen advertised online, so he asked me to program the address into our GPS. I was thinking, as we drove along, how much easier it is with the GPS to guide us. I remember back in the days when we would have directions all written out on a notepad, and I

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&nbsp;©Lyn Murphy 2011 There was a bug on the windscreen of the car. We had stopped, during our Sunday drive in the countryside, to have a look at a quaint little knick-knack shop. As we pulled back into the traffic on the Highway, we spotted the bug on the driver’s side of the windscreen. Don’t ask me what kind of bug he was. He was orange and black, with an angular body and long,

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It’s been a difficult week. For starters my new whizz-bang weight loss plan just stopped working. All those shed kilos were suddenly hopping right back on again – but why? I was eating the same food – doing the same exercise? My long time back and neck problems kicked in with vengeance – which necessitated taking pain killers just to get through the work day. The pain killers in turn created

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©PinUp Toons&nbsp; # CDO-2389 I’ve decided to join in with Maxabella Loves and the I’m Grateful For link. This week I’m grateful for my Blogger friends. I don’t actually know most of them and yet we interact on a regular basis. I read and comment on their posts and they on mine. Sometimes they inspire me – especially with these Linky Ideas.( Friday Funny is another one) It’s so much

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Last night the young people living on the corner of our street decided to have a party. Each time I approached the brink of sleep I would be rudely yanked back to awareness by the shouts and the bursts of raucous laughter; by the car tires howling as some guests departed and still more arrived. I tried to block it out by listening to the soothing sound of the ocean on my MP3 player – the

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&nbsp; Linking up for

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In an earlier post I explained how Paddy, our parrot, couldn’t seem to grasp the concept of getting to where he actually wanted to be by simply following his beak. Well Paddy has had a break through. Now, when we go to work, leaving him in his open cage in the laundry, we will come home to find Paddy in the drawer of his filing cabinet in the lounge room. It’s finally dawned on him that

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It’s now 16 days since I started on my Paleo Diet and it is 17 days since I’ve taken any medication. I’ve lost 5.2 kilos and 7 cm from my waistline. I’m now losing weight at the rate of about 300- 500 grams a day, and that’s without a great deal of extra exercise outside of my normal work routine. Get this – I do not suffer with those dreadful hypoglycaemic attacks any more. It used to be

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&nbsp;I'm linking up with Tropical Mum in the Friday Funny Post&nbsp; We’ve been working together long enough to be able to fit seamlessly into a routine with each other (well usually) Today Pete was finishing mopping the corridor leading up from the toilets while I swept the entry hall at the end of the corridor. I spotted a small pile of dirt just near where he was mopping and went

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I’m down in the dark place with my dark thoughts. I know I need to try to climb up and out of here, but it really seems like an impossible task. I’m tired. I have no real inspiration. After all, what is there to look forward to except the endless repetition of work, eat, sleep and getting older? People who have never experienced clinical depression will snort and tell me to ‘suck it up’ –

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