Before we get settled watching this amazing Honey Badger…just a reminder that today is Earth Day. To learn more about the history of Earth Day and what it means today click on the image below to visit National Geographic News.
When I first saw this I could not stop laughing at how time and time again this Honey Badger foiled all attempts to keep him in. He used tree branches, so they got rid of the trees. Then he piled up the rocks against the wall so they took away the rocks. He was not foiled at all, he made his own rocks from mud and piled those up.
I dare you not to giggle at this wonderful creature.
Just shows you doesn’t it…there is ALWAYS a way if you want it bad enough.
I really liked the questions in Cee’s challenge this week. Gave me an opportunity to play with photoshop again. Here we go then…
How many places have you lived? You can share the number of physical residences and/or the number of cities.
- I was born in Sydney, Australia
- I lived in Wollongong, Australia until I was about eight, then moved back to Sydney where I lived all over the place…it is a big city. Some of the suburbs I lived in were: Fairfield, Guildford, Matraville, Kensington, Randwick, Tregear, Yagoona, Sylvania Waters, Bexley, Canley Heights. There were more, but those are the ones I remember.
- Bennekom in The Netherlands became my next home. For three years I lived there in the eighties.
- During that time I also lived just out of the town of Boppard, working at a camping ground on the Rhine in Germany for six weeks.
- Back to Australia after that and I moved to Childers in Queensland where we had a lychee farm. We also grew longans, mangoes, tropical peaches and nectarines, We even grew okra…goodness how I hated that stuff.
- After Queensland it was back to Bennekon for nine months.
- Next stop New Zealand. For a month we lived in Martinborough with friends while waiting for our container to arrive from Australia. Then we moved to Napier [where I hope to move to again in the future] for a couple of months. I loved it there. Our plan was to buy an apple orchard, but the ex was colourblind. This meant he could not see when to pick the apples, so we moved to Katikati. I am still here 20 years later…the longest I have lived anywhere.
What type of music relaxes you the most?
That is a hard one to answer because it really depends on my mood. At the moment I have these on my computer for when I write.
- Adam Lambert
- Altiyan Childs
- Bon Jovi
- Florence and the Machine
- Gin Wigmore
- Fleetwood Mac
- Midnight Juggernauts
- The National
- The Beach Boys
- Iron & Wine
- The Eagles
- Jim Croce
- The Beatles
- Melissa Etheridge
- Mumford and Sons
- Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
- Michael Jackson
- Cat Stevens
- Modern West
- The Who
- Elvis Presley
- Frank Boeijen Groep
- Kings of Leon
- Curtis Stigers
- Janis Joplin
- Justin Timberlake
- Donovan Frankenreiter
- Jeff Buckley
- The Police
- The Rolling Stones
- Katy Perry
- Red Hot Chili Peppers
- Johnny Cash
- Robbie Williams
- Joshua Kadison
- Fine Young Cannibals
- Israel Kamakawiwo’ole
- Tom Petty
- The Doors
- Procol Harum
- Natalie Merchant
If you could instantly become fluent in another language, what would that language be and why?
Italian, Italian, Italian. Because you talk with more than your mouth.
If you could fly or breathe under water what would you prefer?
Hard, hard choice. Being a mermaid would be absolutely wonderful.
I think I should be another Persephone. I could spend half the year in each world.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
Very grateful to have heard from The Daughter while she is away. For hearing the crackle in the light switch and getting it fixed before my house caught fire. For not having any damage to my home in the storm that hit us the day before Good Friday. Two friends of mine did, and they are doing it tough. I never know what is going to happen in the future. A planner I am not.
Thanks Cee…for Week 16 of the challenge.
Don’t forget the animals. They need our voice.
And a shameless plug for me !!!
Although Sunday has come and gone here…I couldn’t resist taking part in Jake’s Easter post.
Well…a couple of them actually.
Then a touch of humour with a mix of creativity…who can resist a fluffy bunny ???
And some more Easter fun…
So yes I know this has actually nothing to do with Easter…but…I couldn’t help myself once I started.
Hmmm…well you just know I didn’t stop there !
I thought in ending I should probably get back to the subject of Easter.
I hope the Bunny was good to everyone. Time for me to hop off and do something like walk the dog.
But before I do…I would like everyone to remember this Easter the bunnies who live lives in cages in laboratories all around the world. Many put through very cruel treatments so that people feel safe using cosmetics. Luckily countries like India and others are now banning these practises. I wish I could say New Zealand was part of the movement but it isn’t. If you can take just a minute and e-mail your MP [wherever you live], and tell them it is not okay to torture animals, I know they would thank you if they could.
If energy companies actually told the truth, it might look something like this !!!!
Related posts about oils spills and New Zealand
Round is this week’s Travel Theme. What could be rounder than balls of delish ice-cream???
I do love the feel of a ripe round peach in my hand, raising it to my nose to suck in the sweetness before taking that first bite.To finish I shall leave you with my favourite sweet treat…the delightfully round Neenish Tart. Add a ball of whipped cream and I’m yours for life.
Some thoughts around round:
- “Do you mean to say,” asked Caspian, “that you three come from a round world (round like a ball) and you’ve never told me! It’s really too bad for you. Because we have fairy-tales in which there are round worlds and I have always loved them … Have you ever been to the parts where people walk about upside-down?”
Edmund shook his head. “And it isn’t like that,” he added. “There’s nothing particularly exciting about a round world when you’re there.” ― C.S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader
- “Money, you have lots of friends hanging round the door.
When it’s gone and the spending ends
They don’t come no more.” ― Billy Holiday
- “Life’s just a merry-go-round. Come on up. You might get a brass ring.” ― Mae West
So happy to see a new Sunday Post from Jake. Especially one titled ‘With Musical Instrument’.
I don’t do this. Reblogging I mean. At least NOT my own posts…but you see today is Dad’s 105th birthday.
Three years ago I awoke early on the 13th of April and words poured out of me. Like the molten steel you see running down in to a mould, burning, shining, a completely unstoppable river that once cooled within will form a weapon. That post became my weapon you see. After a lifetime, it sliced effortlessly through the things that guarded my past and held me captive behind a solid door of emotion.
I love my Dad. I loved him growing up. But ours was a tumultuous relationship. Because as deep as my loving was, my understanding of him was shallow. Colin Arthur Bryant was not a sharer. I know that. Yet I was luckier than most in our family. I saw more than the others, but even with that I grew up knowing that I would never be able to say I really knew my Dad.
It has become important to me that my children will never think that of me. Some may say that I over share. I understand their view. I also disagree. Through the circumstances of my life I grew up knowing neither my Dad or my Mum well. I can’t tell you their favourite colour, what smells reminded them of moments they had lived, what their joys were or what their sorrows were. I know nothing of why they once loved each other or why their love became so twisted and full of emotions that drove them to acts I neither know if they regretted or were glad of their doing.
So words have become my path to a future for my children that will enable then to say…this was my Mum. I knew her well !
Again I digress. A habit I am not sure I want to break as it often leads me in to places I had forgotten existed. As I age I feel a growing fondness for finding places that lay hidden in the recesses of my mind and my memories, if only for the lessons that each journey has had, and possibly still has for me.
Time though to revisit Colin. I had thought to write a post today for the celebration of the day he was born. Instead I found myself drawn back three years to this post. I realised that this post had said everything I want to say about the man I called Dad and the years in which he graced my life.
I cried today reading it as much as I did the day I wrote it. Both for the possibilities that were grasped and for the ones abandoned and lost between us over the years. Those tears are good tears…the healing kind.
With all this…I still feel an ache that has never diminished.
So to Colin I say this:
“Happy birthday Dad. I know that you did the best you could with what you had. I am grateful for that. I am grateful for you. I miss you no less with each passing year. I will love you no less on the day I die than I did on the day you passed from my life. I feel you in each step I take forward.
Your loving daughter,
I hope you will have the time to visit fully with my Dad. Get to know him as much…or as little…as I did…in my post from three years ago. That is of course if you haven’t seen it before.
Originally posted on Chronicles of Illusions:
She named him Colin Arthur Bryant.
As a young boy Colin had hydatids. Maybe that’s why he was a little iffy around animals. His body bore scars from where they had operated to get the small sacs off, and save his life.
He married twice.
His first wife died after they had a son and a daughter.
His second ran off with a no-hoper from the circus after she had a daughter.
He carried that scar with him for the rest of his life as well.
Once a month until the third child was twelve he came to wherever she lived for his visit. He was always dressed in grey pants with a crease down the legs, a grey jacket, white long sleeved shirt and tie.
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This memorial which is located in Devonport, on the North Shore of Auckland, is the work of Frank Lynch. Frank was an ex-digger. He has described the work as an ANZAC digger ready to leave Gallipoli who is saluting his dead friends by taking off his hat. This figure has become known as ‘the untidy soldier’.
It is said that the untidy soldier shows that Kiwi soldiers were not concerned so much about how they looked, but about how they performed on the battlefield. The untied boot laces and the shabby clothing are what gave the sculpture its nickname.
Many New Zealand First World War monuments of soldiers were carved in Italy. The ones that were done by New Zealand artists are considered to have better captured the Kiwi soldiers’ quite distinctive characteristics.
Some thoughts on monuments.
“I had a monumental idea this morning, but I didn’t like it.” – Samuel Goldwyn
“Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
“I don’t mind being a symbol but I don’t want to become a monument. There are monuments all over the Parliament Buildings and I’ve seen what the pidgeons do to them.” – Tommy Douglas
“There is great incongruity in this idea of monuments, since those to whom they are usually dedicated need no such recognition to embalm their memory; and any man who does, is not worthy of one.” – Nathaniel Hawthorne
It is Dog Farting Awareness Day !!
Yes…it is a DAY !! So Chevvy thought we should acknowledge it…though she thinks that every day is Dog Farting Awareness Day.
However…I actually think it should be ANIMAL FARTING AWARENESS DAY, as we have a couple of other wee stinkies in the house !!!
Charlie’s favourite place to fart is right by me…on the bed, in the middle of the night.
Jackie is much more ladylike about it…she does the sneaky kind.
All poor Crash can do is look on in horror as the only family member who doesn’t fart…well that we notice anywho !!!
Even I have been known to drop the odd one occasionally. Just ask my kids !!! I may look all innocent and sweet…but there is a reason I drive with the window down.
As we see summer disappear here [though you wouldn't know it today with the sun shining and the temperature hovering at 24%], my thoughts drift back to when the warmer weather heralded the crossing of a threshold in to the budding spring.
When the agapanthus begin to peek out from their buds I know the door is opening to warmth and new life.
The Daughter is in America today. It was a quarter of a century ago that I met her for the first time, and tonight I will raise a glass to her across the sea.
I will whisper to her that…
you are a new delight each time I have the sight of you,
and in the darkness you comfort me in the knowing
of your existence,
there is not enough laughter
that your voice can’t bring more,
there are not enough tears
that your absence doesn’t
wash over me in a flood,
there is not enough music
to carry the soft lilt of your tones
to my ears,
travel well through life
knowing your first steps
left little footprints
on my heart
No mother has ever burst with pride the way I have with you. You are my laughter, my tears, my joy, my fears…you are a precious gift that lightens my soul.
If life ever takes it toll…remember beautiful girl…let the world hear you ROAR !!!!
And on a cute note…
And on a completely self serving note…Chronicles is in the Australian Best blogs Competition this year. If you want to vote for me and the blog in the PEOPLE’S CHOICE AWARDS…click on the badge below and go nuts !!! The link will take you to the page…scroll down in until you hit ‘C’ and we are listed under CHRONICLES OF ILLUSIONS. Click the box…then [and I am sorry about this] you have to scroll down and keep clicking next until you get to the page where you fill in your name and e-mail address.
The fur babies and I would like to say thanks in advance !!!!
So this is me…if I was a WILD THING…which of course I am not !! Or…am I ????
For more Statues…visit Ailsa’s Travel Theme for this week.
Waihi is a small town about 20 minutes drive north of where I live. In March every year the main street comes alive with the people of Waihi and surrounding areas, as well as a few from afar. It is the eclectic mix that always fascinates me.
- Wordless Wednesday
- Art for arts sake…
- 500 posts and to celebrate…a look at Waihi Cemetery
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Big
- My Thursday’s Windows
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Simple
- Stone #21
- Sunday Post: Vehicle
- Wordless Wednesday
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Illumination
- Just because…
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Street Life
What is your most favorite smell/scent?
That is hard because it changes. I love the smell of Chevvy’s belly, and Charlie and Jack’s.
Coffee always makes me feel good, but so does fresh bread.
How do you write: computer, longhand or other?
Computer mostly these days, but I have books that are always there to help me play around with words and fitting them together.
Your favorite blog post that you have written? (add link)
Being someone who never follows the rules…I have to say there is more than 1 at equal favourite. So in that case, in no particular order:
- The Pussies Are Taking Over [and from the comments it seems I am not the only one who has pussy trouble !!!!]
- So it’s Valentine’s Day [which was also my one year anniversary of blogging - please scroll down to the comments...they are probably the best part of the post !!!].
Maybe you can tell me which one of these two posts you prefer !! I would appreciate it !!
What’s one of your favorite books from childhood?
A Child’s Garden of Verse. I still have it.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
Last week: For my friends, who constantly amaze me with the generosity of spirit and their willingness to put up with my shenanigans.
Coming week: That it is still coming, and if the past is my measure, then it will be as it has been…full of surprises.