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MONDAY ON THE BENCH

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THE YAAN: Today I had medical doings in Coffs Harbour. I am struggling with some mental confusion at the moment and sure enough, I didn’t compute correctly and completely missed a  Catscan. I did, however, get blood tests done at what is now called the COFFS HARBOUR HEALTH CAMPUS, otherwise known as Coffs Hospital. I am striking  a batch of really professional and pleasant medicos and also being bulk billed. It makes a difference to an activity which I don’t handle well at all. So in I went and found pathology. Down beyond some renovations. It was over and done quick smart and I took a look at the Pink Ladies Kiosk which sells bits and piece – dirt cheap. Handknitted cardigans and floral arrangements for $10 or so. I grabbed a brekkie from their café section and took myself outside to sit on the bus bench and wait for Izzy. The reason I am mentioning all of this is the sign in the Photo above. Who the hell wrote that sign? What is it supposed to mean?  I was sitting on the bench, being blasted by bus and car fumes and reading the sign. Strange world out there.

Nonetheless, I enjoyed today. After yesterday’s rain, today was cloudless and warm. Kati B and the Cheery Redhead brought us lunch from Hearthfire in Bellingen and I re-scheduled the catscan. The rest of the day was spent painting and playing and talking. Another ordinary and precious day. Time for vegie soup and chocolate and fig slice for dessert.

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THE AUSTRALIAN BLUE

ONE BLUE PICTURE AND RANDOM BLUE OBSERVATIONS.

G COUNTRY CERAMICS IN ULMARRA.

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BLUE KING BROWN

NOTHING BUT BLUE SKIES.

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THE YAAN : After a few wet years, May 2012 has been a month of blue skies. Nothing but blue skies.

The AUSSIE SLANG DICTIONARY provides me with the words below.

Blue : fight (“he was having a blue with his wife”)
Blue, make a : make a mistake
Bluey : pack, equipment, traffic ticket, redhead
Bluey : blue cattle dog (named after its subtle markings) which is an excellent working dog. Everyone’s favourite all-Aussie dog.
Bluey : heavy wool or felt jacket worn by mining and construction workers.
Bluey : bluebottle jellyfish

and the classic BLUE – I ‘m feeling blue. Miserable. Depressed.

http://www.koalanet.com.au/australian-slang.html

I was married once to the son of a Logger. My husband’s job was to scramble down the steep hills and attach cables to felled trees so that the heavy equipment could drag them back up the incline. That job was called BLUE TONGUER after the Blue Tongue Lizard. It took the same skills to be a human blue tonguer as to be the reptile.

TRUE BLUE

2 BLUE TONGUES HAVING A BLUE.

The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Wednesday 25 September 1946,

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article17996044

The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW 1842 - 1954), Wednesday 25 September 1946,

BACK TO THE YAAN:

LINKS TO BLUE IN AUSTRALIA.

William (Billy) Blue (c.1767?-1834), convict, settler and ferryman  http://adb.anu.edu.au/biography/blue-william-billy-12804

I am not specially TRUE BLUE as they call it but I thought it fitting to include some TRUE BLUE AUSSIE links in here. Mind you, I am distantly related to SLIM DUSTY who is also TRUE BLUE.

JOHN WILLIAMSON. http://www.malleeboy.com/

THE BLUE MOUNTAINS. A line of mountains running N-S down the east coast of Australia.  http://www.bluemts.com.au/

BLUE BOTTLE JELLYFISH

http://www.australianfauna.com/bluebottlejellyfish.php

http://www.trueblue-australia.com.au/about.html

BLUE CHEESE

BLUE BELLIED BLACK SNAKE

BLUE : RED HAIRED PERSON.

Alexandra and Yea Standard and Yarck, Gobur, Thornton and Acheron Express (Vic. : 1908 – 1949), Friday 4 November 1938,

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article64737817

BLUE Alexandra and Yea Standard and Yarck, Gobur, Thornton and Acheron Express (Vic.  1908 - 1949), Friday 4 November 1938,

Alexandra and Yea Standard and Yarck, Gobur, Thornton and Acheron Express (Vic. : 1908 – 1949), Friday 7 May 1937

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article64735671

BLUE Alexandra and Yea Standard and Yarck, Gobur, Thornton and Acheron Express (Vic. 1908 - 1949), Friday 7 May 1937

The Sun-Herald (Sydney, NSW : 1953 – 1954), Sunday 25 October 1953

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article28655278

BLUE The Sun-Herald (Sydney, NSW 1953 - 1954), Sunday 25 October 1953

BLUE The Sun-Herald (Sydney, NSW 1953 - 1954), Sunday 25 October 1953

ONE YEAR

THINGS EN MASSE

THE YAAN : One year has passed. I listened to the AMAZING RHYTHM ACES double album while my sister passed beside me. I am going South today to Port Macquarie  where she finished her earthly life. I have a lot of memories of a lot of things down there. Let’s see how we go. I will get back to you from the Mid-Pacific Motel.

9 FEBRUARY 2012 : MORE FUN

NOT my videos. Just some examples of typical kookaburra laughs.

THE YAAN : I was about to write a rather serious post as I headed home down the Trunk Road from Bellingen today. I had been listening to the beautiful MARGARET THROSBY interviewing the equally beautiful PRO. GUY STANDING. and playing Pavarotti.

Here is the serious matter on which I was going to post. I believe I am a member of this precariat. http://www.policy-network.net/articles/4004/-The-Precariat-%E2%80%93-The-new-dangerous-cla

HOWEVER – FUN is the discipline I promised till the next photo challenge and FUN it will be.

PRECARIAT – That’s fun. Being actually named and identified. The weird and angry mixture of us who are shamed in our present and afraid  – just might look pretty good in the future.

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THE KOOKABURRA ON MY FRONT FENCE.

BACK TO THE YAAN:  They need some re-membering, the Fun times do. Need to be taken out dusted off and polished now and then. Showing the surf to inland boys and days in the Sun with little girls in big Gold Coast hats. Wearing a tyre right through to the metal and being helped by my dear friend, Michael. Saturday nights at Jamieson’s Restaurant. Music at ILNAM ESTATE WINERY. Gabi Bliss under the shadow of  Mt Warning. And when I’ve felt the hsape of them again and used a soft cloth to shine them up, then I rearrange them on the mantlepiece.Some I put back in the same place as   and before and others I place differently. Some I pack away for a time and others I bring out from where I have had them stored and put them on display. Like the orange hibiscus at Bilambil and our days in the heart shaped pool.

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ITS BEEN FUN SO FAR.

7 FEBRUARY 2012 : READY FOR A HARD BREATH OF AIR.

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THE YAAN : Afternoon Yaaning has a complexion  of its own for me.. Today, I have the whingeing urge with a wee tiny voice in the background whispering “COURAGE”.

(Before I get into the Whinge or the Courage, let me direct you to Mike and his image of a steam train. http://mikehardisty.wordpress.com/2012/02/06/weekly-photo-challenge-ready/ I grew up beside the railway line and steam trains still passed when I was little. My Gr Grandfather George Ready and my Grandfather Mick Bell drove trams in Sydney and George was on steam trams back in the 1900s. Then I married a man who became a fettler and then a Thermit Welder on the NSW Railways. I have a soft spot for trains. Seems a lot of people do.)

Back to the Yaan. How about a slice of Dorrigo Bread. I got it yesterday at North Beach Store. 

The whingeing comes at the end of a day when each breath is hard won. When even a slight walk has me dizzy and even a little afraid. It affects my moods somewhat. I like it when I come to the time of the day when the Doings are over and I can SIT. I didn’t think I would be able to drive home from town today. Too off balance and too ill. Some days. Some days, I could plain cuss.

That’s part of the reason I called this blog ON THE BENCH. BENCHES are wonderful things for people who can’t always walk as far as they wish and people who don’t know when weakness will drop them in their tracks. BENCHES are FOR ME.

And then there is a woman like   http://maggiephotgraphy.wordpress.com/2012/02/06/weekly-photo-challenge-ready/ What a lovely face, this lady has.

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AND NOW FOR TODAY.

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There is a thunderstorm rolling around out there now, in the late afternoon but what a dawning it was.

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WEEKLY PHOTO THEME 2012 : READY

My Great Grandparents Julia Jackson and George READY.

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Good afternoon. The topic has arrived. Several days later but it’s here. The topic is READY. I’m happy with that one because READY is actually the family name of some of the swimming ancestors I was talking about last post.

Now let’s  see what we can begin this week’s Topic hunt with. While I’m looking, let me thank FRIZZTEXT once more. He has the A-Z Archive nicely in place for just such a contingency as this week’s delay.

Okey Doke then – 4 preliminary entries from me. READY OR NOT.

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GREETINGS, PATIENTLY WAITING PHOTO BLOGGERS. WE DONE GOOD.

Hope there is inspiration for this READY  descendant amongst your work.

THE PHOTOBLOGGERS WERE READY.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2012/02/05/weekly-photo-challenge-ready/

http://photogirl23.wordpress.com/2012/02/06/project-365-day-38-weekly-photo-challenge/

http://skedazzles.com/2012/02/05/weekly-photo-challenge-ready/

http://galen911.net/2012/02/05/ready-to-serve-and-protect/

http://3rdculturechildren.com/2012/02/06/weekly-photo-challenge-ready-2/

THOSE OF US WHO WERE STRICKEN WITH SUFFERING AT THE WEEKLY CHALLENGE NOT COMING THROUGH ON TIME.

http://sjponeill.wordpress.com/2012/02/06/weekly-photo-challenge-heavy/

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GETTING THE SIGN READY.

6 FEBRUARY 2012 : WAKING IN THE MISTS.

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BELLINGER RIVER TOURIST PARK

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THE YAAN:

Now we have a Summer’s Day. This time last week we were flooded in but today – today – I woke and the mists were down. This time of the year, that means a hot, blue-skied day with maybe a thunderstorm in the afternoon. The Girls are coming down from the Valley and we are going for a swim. Lucky we are water people.

I wasn’t sure where we could swim today. The river still has the Fresh coming down from the floods and the Fresh might be lacking in salt but its packed with debris and mud and odds and ends. I figure it will still be too mussy for the Cheery Redhead to be immersed in.

So I cast my mind about for local swimming pools and the BELLINGER RIVER TOURIST PARK came to mind. I interact with them on Facebook and last week they near washed away. The vans had to be moved from the Park and the River broke her banks and they say there were fish in the Amenities Block. We had a “long assed” flood this time. Over a 2 week period. The Park was one which suffered bigtime. Its only about 1 kilometre from my place but for days and days we were separated by floodwaters.

Anyways, they have a pool. I just gave them a call and its $3 a person to swim. Sounds good to me. One sunny day. Family. A tropical swimming pool. Washing on the lines and lawns mown. Sounds very good to me.

AND WHEN IT COMES TO SWIMMING : I wonder what it is about SWIMMING. GLIMPSES OF A SWIMMING FAMILY.

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I am doing some lazy blogging this week – it’s the NO WORDPRESS functioning effect. I’m waiting for the PHOTO THEME of the week and while I’m doing that, I’m taking a look at other people’s Blogs. Curiously quiet on the matter, we all are. Just waiting.

And while I wait for the Girls to arrive and go to the swimming pool, I’m hunting out traces of this family tradition. Up above is my Dad, in the Army. WWII. It’s a creek in Cowra before they went overseas.

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On Mum’s side of the family, the Readys blasted a pool into the rocks at Maroubra Beach in Sydney sometime way back in the 1930s. It’s still there. Once I saw my little son and my brother captured by an unexpected wave. I thought they were going to be washed out to sea but the Son somehow was unto0uched and the brother was dumped and scratched across the rocks. The shells and barnacles made a fair mess of him but things could have been much worse.

We used to visit my Aunt Molly up on the Maroubra Cliffs. She lived till over 100 years and could be still alive now. In their backyard they had sharks’ jaws which impressed me no end when I was a child.

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20 years after the Uncles blasted the Pool, I was out there bathing with my Dad and Mum. 1950. Saltwater Child.
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5 FEBRUARY 2012 : SUNDAY

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I am totally disconcerted by the weekly photo challenge topic not appearing. The ground trembles beneath my feet. Its driven me to use BLOGBOOKER. Just to ensure that my blogs exist someplace lest WORDPRESS goes the way of AOL.  In the meantime, I shall sit myself down here in the cool of the evening and Yaan a bit. I have been spending my days deep in the Internet Archives, looking for picture to go on the fairy story blog I am making for my Girls. I have 2 favourite places in this world. One is the INTERNET ARCHIVE and the other is THE TROVE.  I enjoy them more when little tiny black beetles aren’t crawling all over me as they are at the moment.  Nonetheless, it’s a sweet evening. Going to take a look back and see what other Februaries have been like for me. The Februaries since I have been digital.

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2006 : 2006: Up on the Hill in my Cottage with the View. It was the year that I started going to the Blues Club down in the Valley on Thursday Nights. I’ve never been a music goer and I found it  unnerving to head down for dinner alone each week. One thing I did was to start a blog about what happened down there. I wrote it as Billy Blue and in the end it led me into living with Izzy.

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2007 : I have never played music nor sung in public. Rarely gone to concerts and knew very little of words such as ‘gig’. I didn’t even know what a bass was. I know a lot more and one whole room of our place is a music room with recording studio and P.A. and amps etc. I thought Addicts were a strange breed but Musos are really strange to me.

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2008 :  Looking back, I went from a non-musical life to carrying equipment to gigss and taking photos and chatting with people at restaurants etc. That’s Kel and Scrubby with izzy in the Jamieson’s Restaurant Pic.
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2009 : Interesting thing I just noticed is that the Gigs have been busy each February. Neither of us quite knows why that is. Scrubby and Izzy played for a year or two together up north on the Border between NSW and Queensland. This one is STOKER’S SIDING on the Tweed River.

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2010 : By 2010, it was music every Sunday at the WIDE RIVER CAFÉ in Ulmarra. We liked it there. it was HOME.
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2011: Last year was different. Last year was VIGIL.
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2012: This year. Lots of gigs and a Zarsoff Bros reunion has been called for in June at Coolangatta. I don’t go to the music as often – and we don’t know which paths we are taking next – but the music is there.

http://www.zarsoffbros.com/

2 FEBRUARY 2012 : GOLDEN SLUMBERS

DID SOME INTERNET ARCHIVE DIGGING LAST NIGHT.

CAME UP WITH THIS KNEE BENT RAINED IN PRAYER. pictureprimer00beebgoog_0007

AND CAME UP WITH THIS LULLABY WHICH HAD A FEW OF US CONFUSED ABOUT THE WORDS TILL I FOUND THE 17th CENTURY HISTORY. IT’S A THOMAS DECKER.

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WHICH BRINGS US TO THE BEATLES – NATURALLY ENOUGH.

THE YAAN : I do believe I can see blue skies. Tricky time of the floods this one. The rains appear to have passed and some blue sky appears. People are bored and anxious to go back to work, school and other activities but the waters have NOT all come down from the Mountains yet. Life’s like that. Grief is surely like that.

NEVER DRIVE THROUGH FLOOD WATERS

That’s what we are advised every day here at the moment. A man died night before last up on the Clarence River. He drove onto a road he knew well but the water had come over in a storm. His car stalled. he got out and was washed away and trapped underwater and drowned. Life is like that. Sometimes, one has to go through the flooded waters. That’s the way I figure it. I don’t muck around taking risks as I was once prone to but sometimes – there is no way to turn back. Sometimes there is a reason more important than my own skin that means I am going to head on through the flood. Life is not so simple as NEVER DRIVE THROUGH FLOOD WATERS.

And then, at this end, when the Sun shines again, its still not all over. There’s more water to come down the Mountains, along the headwaters of the rivers and creeks, down the mainstream through the town and across the estuary down here near the rivermouth. Noone knows how much. Noone knows exactly where its going to flood. Noone knows how long its going to take to reach nor how long its going to lie on the land. Life’s like that.

So I listen to the old farmer on the radio and I pay attention to my friend, Neil’s updates on his council website. I take the modern computer modelling for what it is and the interesting theories for what they are and I draw on 62 years of personal experience and family lore and prepare as best I can.  The sky is blue but there is more floodwater to come.

Life’s like that.

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