Cinema is Home
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My old friend deserved a visit today and yesterday
I’ve missed him of late.
I fell asleep in both visits but only for a moment as I enjoyed one version
mor...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LACY
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*Well.. I for one am looking forward to a nice day... the weather is
looking good. Not a lot planned, just pottering around after a busy day
yesterda...
My little Companion
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I have only ONE THING that has been with me since the day I was born; and
that is ALPHONSE.
I can't claim that he has been 'cuddly', or even a particula...
Illicit quad bike use.
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Students aren't usually seen around town until ten but there are lots of
youngsters around this morning heading towards the library. There's a sense
of d...
Broccoli and ?
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Yesterday's lunch was a stir-fry featuring chicken tenderloins, broccoli
florets, änd a soy-based "wok sauce." Can you guess what the other
vegetable was? ...
Returning
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Two days of continuous rainfall, water standing ankle-deep, I'm beginning
to think a pair of webbed-feet would be fitting.
Temperatures are unseasonably w...
Friday fun day
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My two cherubs sitting in the “ nest” Ana made
When her girls are here, that’s what she calls Melody and Brianna, they
make this big nest and settle i...
Medical update
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Went to the doctor to get results of the tests I took in NP a while back.
When the nurse did the usual tests of pulse and bp, they were off the
charts ...
YESTERDAY'S WALK
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I posted my photos straight from my phone before writing the blog and they
have gone on back to front. Never mind. It was another hot day so I had
orga...
The silence before what?
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I'm scared. It's coming in waves. It's been a few weeks or more, and every
headline is even scarier. We're like puppets on a string, dependent on the
de...
It's a bit COLD
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I thought I would quickly pop back here for an update. We are having
another good old fashioned winter again. LOTS of snow in "southwestern
Ontario" wit...
From the 50s to the 20s......
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This photo is from a party my friend held at her beautiful home ~ we all
knew each other from work. Not long that after this party she and her
husban...
Books 25-30
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Let Her Go by Willow Rose
A missing five-year-old girl is the key to unlocking a detective’s
terrifying past…
When Detective Billie Ann Wilde receives ...
Xmas decorations
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Greymouth has 3 main streets in town. On the way home from work at night
I've been stopping to take photos of some of the shop window decorations.
It'...
A Birthday Present.
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I reached the grand old age of 62 last Friday. Like that great English
folk singer Sandy Denny once sang:
"Who knows where the time goes?"
I received ...
Quince, Life, and Puppy Dog Tales
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The season of mellow mists inevitably means that I suddenly have a deep
desire to store food in the form of jams, pickles and syrups. It also
means that...
Friday prayers
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Look at sales figures, origins, annual reports, statements from company
chairmen; become armchair investors and see what you would do yourself,
annual ...
Aoteaora's first Maori police woman
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Evelyn Mete Kingi was born Evelyn Owen in Moerewa and has been described as
a woman of resilience and character.
She was born in 1922 and joined the thir...
Farewell My Friends
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After blogging for nearly six years, I have decided to retire. Blogging
filled an empty spot in my life after losing my husband, but that has
changed...
Japandi Bedroom Makeover
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*Do you want a break from politics and British summer weather? Read on...*
“Another mural? Are you pulling my leg?”
Colin was back last month to decor...
Catching up!
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Oh dear, nearly six months since I last posted a blog. It is not that I
have been bothered to write to you. Oh no. It is because words have been
absent ...
Professing !
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Actual professing.
There are times when every learned person has the duty of stepping up to
the line and of explaining the intricacies of life from the...
Internal Garden Monologue
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If you had told me 5 years ago, I would be sitting in a house, at a table
over looking a front garden in Scotland, I would have laughed my socks
off. I...
A Note of Sadness
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One of the problems about getting so involved with these m/s recipe books
is that I feel as though I almost know the women who wrote them. I can see
how th...
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