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2 SEPTEMBER 2011 : Only fools want to travel all the time. Sensible men want to arrive. Metternick

Tonight I am tied up getting ahead with my Daily Calendar called THE GEM COLLECTION.  It gets the lowest number of hits of all my blogs and yet – I go on with it. I am posting one of the entries here On the Bench tonight and I shall continue building up a reservoir of posts for the rest of the year. Wonder why people don’t like it. No matter – I want the obscure quotes and the Australian Poetry ( a lot of which was almost lost till the Newspapers were scanned and put on line. ) and it starts each of my mornings.

http://www.legendsofamerica.com/rr-railroadquips.html

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train poem The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW 1842 - 1954), Saturday 24 July 1937,

 

AMBITION.

I like to climb the railway fence

And watch the train go by,,

But sometimes I climb down quite quick

With cinders in my eye.

The driver waves, and once he threw

A penny at my feet;

I s’pect he thought I’d like to buy

A little penny “eat.”

When I am big I’ll drive a train,

And always have some pence

To throw to little boys like me

Who climb the railway fence.

“JASON.”

“For the Children.” The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954) 24 Jul 1937

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article17374106

Two drunks were walking upgrade between the railroad tracks. One of them said, “this is is longest stairway I have ever been on.” To this, the other replied, “It’s not the stairs that bother me, it’s the low banister.”

5 AUGUST 2011 : ESTAP: JABIRUS AND OTHER BIRDS ON BROKEN DAY 5.

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This morning there was a jabiru down at our dam. Only happens now and then and I don’t actually know what the pattern is. Today is a Wall Street Collapse type day but I am more interested in the Jabiru and Ice Cream and the Family gathering for a birthday. 

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At the moment we have the Satin Bower Birds back. I have always taken the Satin Bower Bird to be something truly beautiful but after one season with them – I don’t know. The male is attractive. The females are raucous and bullying. I don’t like them quite as much as some of the other species. 

The wee Wrens are in the yard now and the Lorikeets. There is a kookaburra or two. I haven’t yet seen the Kingfisher that was here last year. Down on the dam are 5 or 6 ducks as well as ibis and egrets and the Jabiru. I won’t write much tonight. I am not the best person to Yaan about birds. My brother in law and my ex husband are much better at it and can imitate the calls. What I know is that I like having them around.

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BROKEN. DAY NO 5.

http://www.thefreedictionary.com/broken

5.

a. Intermittently stopping and starting; discontinuous: a broken cable transmission.

b. Varying abruptly, as in pitch: broken sobs.

c. Spoken with gaps and errors: broken English.

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I’m settled down now. It’s a dark night and from here, all I see is an odd set of carlights coming west from the Old Highway down along the river. Most of the cars take the sharp turn at the bottom of our drive and then head North along Valery Road. Now and then, a vehicle turns into our network of 5 driveways and comes up on of the drives to one of the houses.  It’s the last night of my looking at the theme of BROKEN, methinks. I like this last aspect of the definition. It might be coming last but to me it seems to be the way I begin to break and the way I complete the breaking. 

Intermittently. In fits and starts. Hiccoughing. Splitting. Spluttering.

I think that something is breaking apart in my own life at the moment.  It stops. It starts again. It splutters.  It splits and aches and my breath catches in my chest. The early signs of Breaking.

As for this weekend, almost everyone I love just might be here.

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ME AND THE YAANING BIRDS.

Around and about my Cottage in Raleigh.

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3 AUGUST 2011 : ESTAP : BROKEN DAY NO 3

http://www.thefreedictionary.com/broken

3. Having been violated: a broken promise.

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9.47 am. had intended sitting here for a bit but instead I am going up the South Arm Road to have lunch with the Girls in the Bush. I shall do some thinking about Broken Promises while I am away. I put up this pic from the Growers’ Markets in Bellingen last month – just wondering what broken promises are amongst them and how they have affected their lives.

What does a broken promise do to the people involved ?

Late afternoon : Right. Back from the Bush and thinking about  BROKEN PROMISES.

I don’t make many promises anymore. I don’t make many commitments either. I don’t think I will do much writing about it either. I will take a look at what other people say. sing. think and do about them.

 

BROKEN PROMISES.

  • WHO?
  • WHAT?
  • WHEN?
  • WHERE?
  • HOW?
  • WHY?

BROKEN PROMISES

GUESS WE ALL HAVE A FEW

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SOME GOOGLED BROKEN PROMISES. LET’S THINK ABOUT IT !

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The promise given was a necessity of the past:  the word broken is a necessity of the present.  Niccolo Machiavelli

http://www.quotegarden.com/promises.html

2 AUGUST 2011 :ESTAP: BROKEN DAY 2 AND SUNDERED

2. Sundered by divorce, separation, or desertion of a parent or parents

MICHAEL AND MY TYRE IN MURWILLUMBAH.

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TORN ASUNDER.

Well, lets take a look at this 2nd definition of BROKEN. The dictionary was talking about divorce and separation and then when I started looking through the shoebox of pics, I was attracted not by the various images of the offspring and results of divorce and separation but by the photo of my tyre in Murwillumbah.  I had  been driving on that tyre and wondering why things were a little wobbly. Torn asunder is that tyre. The fine men at Beaurepaires and Michael, the caretaker of my Charade vehicle, all gave me “looks”. Looks which went beyond disapproval and into the realms of disbelief.

So – the tyre was BROKEN.

One thing that is coming to mind for me is that the breaking of one thing leads often to the breaking of others. Either that or the circumstances around are dishevelled at the time. When the tyre reached the condition in the picture above, the rest of my life had just survived a shattering and I didn’t even notice the deterioration of one more seemingly small thing.  When I was considering the Baby’s broken leg yesterday, I began to think of how many other things have been disarranged along with it.

And when I come back to the dictionary’s image of the sundering caused by divorce, separation or desertion of a parent ; ah how many more things are broken or at least damaged by that?

Googling the word SUNDERED led me to mostly fantasy and sci-fi and gaming titles. Sometimes a Good Sundering is needed to break through into new worlds and to shake off the shattered fragments of the old disorder.

The almost complete sundering  of the tyre did lead me to a good quality new set under Michael’s guidance. One more drive could have seen me and the Charade broken in a ditch.

Second day into broken and I am realising that I treat the word with moral judgement. There are other ways to consider the whole concept of BREAKING.

http://www.thefreedictionary.com/sunder

sundered.

http://www.wowwiki.com/Sundered_Monolith

http://www.tripleacegames.com/SunderedSkies.php

http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Sundered_Heart

http://www.wowhead.com/item=30083/ring-of-sundered-souls

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allan_and_the_Sundered_Veil

29 JULY 2011 : OOOOH. SUCH A DAY

 

A PERFECT DAY CAN COME IN MANY GUISES.

 

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Okay then. True eBENCH sitting times. I don’t think that resilience is my forte. I seem to be taking body blows this year. Now the MOB from Armidale tell me they are moving way South. 1000kms South. I thought that was going to happen. Bugger it. Back in 2002, when my life was more than a little sordid is when the theme, “ my life is like a country and western song”  came into my awareness. It seems to have come right back in 2011. Just when I think we’re on a  final chorus, Life writes another dud verse for me.

So I am sitting here on the Bench and howling at the invisible moon. I could be persuaded to learn yodelling and clog dancing. They all seem comforting to those who indulge in them. At least they allow an extreme outlet of moon howling.

Its not that others don’t have more appalling things happen to them. Its not that things couldn’t be a lot worse. Its just that I am done in and have had enough.

My platelets are dropping

My sister’s passed on.

Someone broke the kid’s leg

and the Mob’s moving South.

Please God don’t let

one more cuss word

come out of my mouth. 

I simply have to get a grip on something about life. I can make it through today. Friday. Just sit here on the Bench and not move. The kookaburra is on the bottom branch and Leo, the horse, looks in as bad a state as I do. I can have a hot shower and go back to bed. That will get me through most of today. Sometimes things just don’t work out the way you hope they will. I don’t think I shall bother about rallying this time. The month has been very long.

 

27 JULY 2011 : RELAXING : FAERIE’S GARDEN

THE ENTRANCE TO THE FAERIE’S GARDEN.

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Ah. Night time. A much happier day for me. The Baby was up walking about with one leg still in plaster and I took a drive up South Arm Road which is one of my favourite roads. It follows the river almost all the way. In the 1800s and early 1900s there were little settlements out there. Tarkeeth was one of them.  I lived out there for a time. It was out at South Arm in the A Frame that I encountered the donkey. I didn’t know that donkeys has crosses on their backs. It was out there that our little dog Mort, was killed by a red car. It was out there that I last fished. That’s where I met the silver bream who looked at me and ruined my life as a fisherwoman. Drifting along pre dawn so I was when I hooked the Bream. I haven’t felt inclined to fish since that Bream eyeballed me.

Today was a happy day. That’s how mourning goes for me. In and out like the tides. The little one was hobbling and laughing with joy. We ventured out into the gardens with her in the pram and down to the Faerie Garden in the Bush which she loves. One wee wallaby hopped off as we came close. I’m not sure whether or not we saw Faeries but I am pretty sure that Faeries saw us.

Tonight I am playing online Scrabble and eating Belgian Chocolate. I am wondering about Faeries and I am wondering about Walking.

I wonder. I shall enter the Internet Archive and look for Faeries.

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fairy The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW 1842 - 1954), Thursday 19 July 1934 fairy2 The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW 1842 - 1954), Thursday 10 October 1935,

 

LINKS TO THE INTERNET ARCHIVE. SITES ABOUT THE BUSH.

BIB BUB 2 The Mail (Adelaide, SA  1912 - 1954), Saturday 19 April 1941,

BIB BUB 2 The Mail (Adelaide, SA  1912 - 1954), Saturday 19 April 1941,

BIB BUB 2 The Mail (Adelaide, SA  1912 - 1954), Saturday 19 April 1941,

http://www.peacepilgrim.com/