Category Archives: CHRISTMAS

28 DECEMBER 2011 : FROGS IN THE PIPES.

FROG ON THE KITCHEN WINDOW LAST NIGHT.

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ALTUCHER CONFIDENTIAL

Tip No. 29 : Paint. Or draw.

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THE YAAN.

Morning, All and Sundry. Still sitting here on the eBENCH. For a while anyways.  I truly thought I was settled in. Now, with things once again amuddle, I am drawing myself in. Gathering myself together and preparing for the Unknown. It might not seem like big changes to some people. It might not seem like grievous tragedy or hard times. It might not seem a difficult thing to do – bit it is. Times like these, I don’t play around too leniently with my own emotions and thoughts. I prepare. I pull in resources.  And I sit here on the eBENCH, taking myself through the various disciplines which lead me through IN BETWEEN times.

I wanted to STAY PUT – in my life as it is. Now, I face the relationship restructuring. ( How is that for a non-emotional description?) That means I face the house hunting, social welfare jiggling and relocation. None of these things is simple on a disability pension income and with a shortage of accommodation in the area.   It means – another sinking of a ship of dreams.

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THE YAAN PART 2.

Afternoon to you all.

Coming in for sunsetting here. The swallows have come home for the evening and the cicadas are about. I have friends. For a week I have their house. A beautiful day. That’s the man in my life on the left in the photos between the leaves of the passionfruit . How can two people in their 60s come so close to getting it right and yet miss by a millimetre ?

Well, as for the week, I have the care of a house. Built from stone and timber and mudbrick, down on the Bellinger River.  I have a story about today. A good one. I haven’t drawn or painted . I took the Cheery Redhead shopping and that’s where the Story is.

I shall tell it to you before I go to bed in this lovely home. It’s a short story and it is a good one.  A girl took a saxophone out and began to play.

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The girl who plays the saxophone is called Carolita and the man who makes ballons is called Frederico.  They are Italian Travellers.

I DON’T LIKE THE BLUES. I HAVE MY REASONS. BUT I DO LIKE THIS LADY.

DOUBLING UP

DECEMBER 27 2011 : She had the loaded handbag of someone who camps out and seldom goes home, or who imagines life must be full of emergencies. Mavis Gallant.

A YAAN AT NIGHT.

Taking a double shift on the eBENCH today. I didn’t expect BETWEEN to keep gathering meaning for me.  Back when Dad was in his 80s and longing for death, they were transferring him from one temporary respite centre to another. One well-meaning nurse said to him “ think of it an a learning experience, Bruce.” He gave her his “ I wouldn’t piss on you from a  great height” sideways look and said “ I have had quite enough learning experiences for one lifetime.”

Well, that’s how I feel tonight. Another dratted ‘ between’ time.

27 DECEMBER 2011 :THE SPACES BETWEEN

THE PASSION FLOWERS AT THE BEDROOM WINDOW.

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THE YAAN.

BETWEEN YOU AND ME, this one had me perplexed. I could think of a quadrillion “between” shots and I saw some impressive and novel posts from other Bloggers but nothing caught my fancy – not quite. Till this morning. Good Morning CONSPIRACY OF RAVENS. That post tickled me. I am up early and now I am up early AND giggling thanks to the SPACES BETWEEN picture.

It still leaves me fairly idealess for myself on this week’s Photo Challenge but that’s no matter. It’s the week between Xmas and the New Year.  It’s a week I am very fond of. The week of Grand Reflection that leads me out of 2011 and into 2012. Maybe a photo challenge image will come during this week Between the Years.  One image per day from the week between. First one is this mirror pic that I took yesterday. Thinking back over the year that took my sister and an ex lover, a good friend and the son  of some old companions of mine. This year that was filled with the delight of my daughter and the departure of my son and his family for the nether regions of NSW. Thinking about the collapsing form of the life I have been leading during 2011. Between Homes. Between Years. First day of the Week Between was Kati B’s birthday We didn’t meet up. I stayed home on a day of almost perfect weather.Perfectly to my taste. I stayed home and didn’t leave the property at all. The owners are away and we have acres to ourselves. And critters.  I hhosed down the verandahs and did some washing. Hung it on the line on the verandah with my new bionic pegs. A little old couple from up the Tablelands in Uralla designed the pegs but couldn’t get them made in Australia and had to get it done in China. I bought 4 packets at $7 a packet because I liked the little old couple when I met them selling at our local markets. They are GOOD pegs. No hinges and they hung on to my clothes through pretty powerful winds yesterday.

Today. I have a meeting in town at 10 a.m. I’m planning to take a look at the beach. They say it was closed yesterday. Too wild. Tides HIgh and Big Swell. Might poke my nose into the real estate agent as well since affairs are seemingly leading me to moving out on my own – again. Then home to go on with the Week Between’s reflections on 2011. Reckon that might add some more grizzle to the face below.

ME ON THE FIRST DAY OF THE WEEK BETWEEN XMAS AND NEW YEAR. 

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PHOTO CHALLENGES FROM OTHER BLOGGERS.

My Favourite.

http://conspiracyofravens.wordpress.com/2011/12/25/weekly-photo-challenge-between/#comment-696

More betweeners.

http://sondiphoto.com/2011/12/26/theantsgomarching/

http://jessejacaphotography.wordpress.com/2011/12/24/weekly-photo-challenge-between/

 

http://tincantraveler.wordpress.com/2011/12/23/weekly-photo-challenge-between/

http://withsummerlove.com/2011/12/24/weekly-photo-challenge-12-between/

http://andreadreamin.com/2011/12/23/weekly-photo-challenge-between/

http://quietsolopursuits.wordpress.com/2011/12/25/the-weekly-photo-challenge-between/

http://steppingmywaytobliss.wordpress.com/2011/12/26/weekly-photo-challenge-between/

http://mdcphotographs.wordpress.com/2011/12/24/weekly-photo-challenge-between/

26 DECEMBER 2011 : THE 33rd BIRTHDAY OF KATI B.

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ALTUCHER CONFIDENTIAL 

Tip No 28 : Use “said” instead of any other word

http://www.jamesaltucher.com/2011/03/33-unusual-tips-to-being-a-better-writer/

THE YAAN.

Boxing Day. The sun’s shining again. 33 years ago I had a baby girl on the 26th September at 10.37pm in the midst of one wild thunderstorm. Today she is 33 years old – obviously – and has a girl of her own. We have spent much time together over the last 2 years . Me. My Daughter and her Daughter.  I’m simply saying that. Not muttering nor suggesting nor yelling.

I am simply saying – MY DAUGHTER IS 33 YEARS OLD TODAY and she has a DAUGHTER OF HER OWN.

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25 DECEMBER 2011 : A COUNTRY CHRISTMAS

THE DOLL.

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ALTUCHER CONFIDENTIAL

Tip No 27 : Don’t write if you’re upset at someone.

http://www.jamesaltucher.com/2011/03/33-unusual-tips-to-being-a-better-writer/

THE YAAN.

Evening, Friends. A quiet night. I am not actually upset with anyone tonight. How good is that ? I have been upset with people and places and things for what seems to be forever. I was out in the Bush for Christmas and having a truly good time but now I am thinking of DOLLS. The Cheery Redhead received this beautiful doll from Santa Claus and I have been thinking of the Doll I had when I was little. I wasn’t a very Dolly sort of little girl but I did have ONE doll. She was rather beautiful.  Her eyes open and closed and she cried when you picked her up. Kati B spent a lot of time finding a doll whose eyes opened and closed and who was pretty.

I think I only ever had ONE doll. They had hospitals for dolls then and we were very faithful. I liked the ones who drank a bottle and then wet their nappy.

The Cheery Redhead’s new doll is one of those special dolls.

As for the rest of the day. it was one classic Australian Xmas Day – just a little gentler – a little more moderate in temperature and mood than it sometimes is. Thanks Brierfield people.

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DOLLS’ STORIES.

http://trove.nla.gov.au/result?q=dolls+hospital

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article35656718

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article45671814

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article59699047

EVENING OF THE EVE.

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THE YAAN.

One day at a time.

Turned into a good one.

Rain eased.

Managed to snaffle a gift for the Daughter that is good enough to please me.

It’s a little Xmas but its Xmas.

Now I have a platter of fruit ready to go tomorrow.

Izzy is wrapping gifts for the little girl and we are to venture up South Arm Road at 7.30 am to share in the Santa gift opening. 

Australian Christmas.

Tonight we went to No 5 Church Street in Bellingen with friends.

To the LONELY HEARTS XMAS FEAST. $20 per person.

Now that was a happy time. Good local food. Home made ice cream and sauces. Beautiful young people.

 

NO 5 CHURCH STREET BELLINGEN. THE FEAST OF THE LONELY HEARTS COMBINED WITH A BIRTHDAY.

 

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23 DECEMBER 2011 : IDLY CONTEMPLATING BEFORE BREAKFAST

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WHAT on Earth has Happened to OUR GLORIOUS Weather?. (1934, December 15). The Australian Women’s Weekly .

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THE YAAN.

Morning, out there. I’m taking a real eBENCH sitdown this morning. Before a cup of tea or breakfast. I was up before dawn and it looked like the rain was going to last all day. I stumbled across the article above. That’s what its been like for a couple of years here.

A QUICK RUN THROUGH OF OUR AUSTRALIAN CHRISTMASES 2004-2011.

A BRIEF RUNTHROUGH OF OUR CHRISTMASES IN MY FAMILY SINCE DIGITAL CAMERAS CAME INTO MY POSSESSION.

How do you spend your Christmastime ?

2004: The setting was KINGSCLIFF 

Marine Parade, Kingscliff at the home of my son and his family.  It was a blended family Xmas. Me. My ex husband. our daughter and son. Their partners. The ex-husband’s two sons and my son’s 2 daughters. People slept on floors and in corners and   Xmas lunch was in the park opposite with beach swimming and seafood and various games.

 

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2005: The setting was again Kingscliff.

This time there was only a handful of us.  The ones who lived up there on the NSW/ QLD border. It was hot again and the tree was up. Gifts galore but a little short on family. We paid a visit to the FINGAL HEAD LIGHTHOUSE and Dreamtime Beach while out at my cottage in Bilambil the tree snake was “ just passing through “.

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2006: ARMIDALE.

My son moved with his girls to the highest city in Australia during the course of 2006. Armidale.

It left me alone on the Tweed River, doing trips down South to the son in the Mountains and the daughter in Sydney.

For Xmas of 2006, I took the coach from Tweed Heads to Casino, the train from Casino to Grafton followed by the Coach up the mountain to Glenn Innes.  Then the Kids drive 100kms to fetch me. December 2006, a hail storm hit as we were driving back to Armidale. It ended up being called a natural disaster and gave us a white Xmas combined with the Heat which came the next day. One weird Xmas with all the family gathered again.

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2007 : ARMIDALE AGAIN

By 2007, I was familiar with the beautiful old house in Canambe Street and very much at home there. The girls had a backyard and the same the was up and decorated. The Kingscliff tree. The new element in 2007 was Izzy. That probably gave them all a wee surprise. I ‘m not sure that Nanas are expected to have Izzys. It meant some mighty good presents and some music.

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2008 : TWEED HEADS

Stayed put in Bilambil for 2008 with the daughter’s 30th to come, down South on Boxing Day. It looked like being quiet as but just before lunch my friend Lorraine asked whether we would like to come to her place for Xmas dinner and so we did.

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2009 : NORTH BELLINGEN

I am NOT a good celebrator.I find something rather odd in all of it. Odd but precious. In 2009,my daughter was about to give birth to her first child. The complete House of Capricorn. Her man  was born Xmas Day. She was born Boxing Day and Baby was yet to come.

We spent the afternoon in the Promised Land at the swimming hole and stayed overnight in a pop top camper at repton. The things you do for love.

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2010 : BELLINGEN

The Baby’s first Xmas and the WHOLE family gathered. We snaffled a Xmas Tree dodgily from down the road and freaked out the 7 year old. It had been raining a lot and the paddocks were filling with water and all plans of camping out in the yard were put aside.

But somehows we got to the beach in the afternoon.

Xmas – for US.

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20 DECEMBER 2011 : A DORMANT SANTA CLAUS.

ALTUCHER CONFIDENTIAL.

Tip No 26 : Sleep eight hours a day.

http://www.jamesaltucher.com/2011/03/33-unusual-tips-to-being-a-better-writer/

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THE YAAN.

SLEEP. Hah! I was a non sleeper for many years but that was pre Hep C and low Platelets. Nowadays Sleep and Benches are fundamentals in my lifestyle. I tried for years to push past the barriers of fatigue, especially during the Driven Era of the 1990s and all that happened was increasing weakness and muddled thinking and emotional lunacy. Nowadays, I shamelessly “ take to my bed”.

Doesn’t seem to make a writer of me but I feel a lot better. Hey – and that’s despite its meeting considerable amounts of resistance over the years. A lot of People don’t seem to like you to sleep. Or even rest. When I sit on the benches as I so often do, the Restless Ones tend to go a little frenzied.

For a goodly length of time, years indeed, professionals and amateurs alike were very clear with me that I would develop depression from sleeping so much. In my Uncertain Times of early recovery, I struggled to activate so that the depression didn’t come upon me unawares while I was sleeping. After a bit of experimentation I decided that I was far more depressed struggling 5 kilometres on a walk to work in Rainbow Street with a backpack of teaching gear than I was in bed.

I have a knack of choosing residences with good bedrooms where I can lie exotically and not feel trapped and I tell you that’s not easily done on a pension where the rents are often, make that almost always, more than half of the income. What I don’t have a knack of is – interior decoration. My beds suck. I still have a sheet that belonged to my mother and she’s been gone for a decade. My siblings are another matter entirely. The bedroom where I sat with my sister while she passed smelled sweet, was decorated with magical bits and pieces and was soft with satin sheets and pillows.

My brother’s rooms are high class mattresses and sleep-inducing with linen I could happily wear out to a function.  Even if with the Princess and the Pea syndrome, I would sleep deeply at his place.

My bedroom – well – its not the best of the rooms I have had but its pretty good. A passionfruit vine is growing up and over the windows and the birds and other critters live in the trees outside it but the bed itself is an acrobatic feat. It creaks and screams for mercy and seems to slope slightly. I do have the satin pillowcases now and I have duck feather pillows – but I am not good at  creating a sleeping environment.

My daughter and daughter in law are pretty sharp at the bed creation. They make quality beds and I used to like visiting them. Up in the mountains at my son’s place, they always put 5 pillows and 5 doonahs for me. I liked that. Especially with  towels folded in a fan shape with motel soap on top of the spread. The word for my bed which comes to mind is SCHEMOZZLE.

Nonetheless. I like sleeping. THE WORLD OF SLEEP.  Sometime before the SHEEPLE YEARS, rest was understood and embraced.

LET US SLEEP !

Here’s a kindly era when little ones were allowed to be little ones.

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