Last week I had reason to take my son's dog D'Zell to the Vet. We haven't had a great deal to do with each other, so before we left home I set down the rules of good dog behaviour, explaining we were going to the Vet and if he was well behaved he would have a reward when he arrived home. D'Zell is a large dog, lovely nature but suffers from 'hyperactivity'. He bounced happily into my car and after sniffing all about decided to sit with his nose out of the window. This is going to be easy I thought. Finally we arrived at our destination.
Imagining he might be rather frightened in his new surroundings I soothed him and patted him and told him everything would be alright, just follow me. Not so, this dog had no fear, he couldn't wait to fly out of the car and begin his adventure. He raced past me and ran straight through the door to the Vet. He must have thought he was at a party, as he ran about sniffing people, dogs, guinea pigs, cats, introducing himself and looking about him as if to say, 'where is the food'.
I felt as if I wanted to explain this isn't my dog and he hasn't been introduced to dog pre school or Cesar Milan as yet. On the whole people were very patient with D'Zell's meanderings, I guess they had to be, after all they are pet owners aren't they?
Finally, he was called to the Vet's examining room. The poor vet could only watch in amazement as D'Zell charged about her room, knocking over anything in his path. She thought to slow him down by giving him a little snack. No chance, he just gulped it down on his way to demolishing the contents of the rubbish bin in the corner.
The vet gave D'Zell a quick look over and pronounced him ok, and we were allowed to leave.
As we headed for the door, someone came in and opened it for us, at the same time D'Zell's lead slipped off and away he raced out into the car park. Fortunately a very kind young man was out side, he slowed Deez down and slipped the lead over his head, after the dog had banged his head several times on the poor man's bumper.
D'Zell and I have been out several times since this event and as long as I let him believe he is taking me for a walk and I follow along behind him it is working out reasonably well.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Snatches of Conversation
Snatches of conversation can be found everywhere, floating out of bar room doors, drifting on the breeze where people sit in outside areas, talking sharing. Of course these snatches are shifty characters, incomplete and slippery, open to all kinds of interpretations. If you try to listen too deeply the snatches simply clam up and become silent.
Recently I have overheard two incomplete conversations. One was whilst waiting outside a public toilet. Two women aged approximately seventy years were holding a discussion, oblivious to the women surrounding them in the queue.
One bent forward, the lines between her eyebrows deepening. I thought this to be significant. Then she spoke. 'I have made up my mind, I'm going to the house tonight'.
'Oh! said the other, 'How do you feel about that?'
'I'm very worried and uneasy. 'I'm going in and will need backup' Was the response.
From these snatches I wondered, where the old ladies two police officers? Was espionage involved? After all, don't they always say 'I'm going in, cover my back' on television. Or was she
a burglar, going home to get dressed in black with a mask and then covered in grease off to her next 'mark?' Was it all innocent? Perhaps it was a friend's birthday and she wanted to surprise her. Somehow this didn't sound very festive.
Then it was my turn to use the vacant toilet so I did not hear the end of the conversation.
The second snatch of conversation I heard was while searching through a second hand book store. The woman next to me had a mobile phone which began ringing insistently. I'm sure the tune came from Star Wars. Her conversation with the caller went something like this.
'I'm in a book store at the moment so I can't say much. I phoned you about my daughter. She seriously needs help and I think she should come and see you'. There was a pause, then,
'Well she is seeing a man and I think he is a drug addict and may even be a dealer', said loudly and in a firm tone. Again silence, 'Then, well I', very busy and can't really make an appointment until the end of the month. Do you have a time then?
At that moment I had to pay my book and no reason to stay in the store. Still, I couldn't help be curious, who had the woman phoned? Was it the police? A counsellor? Did her daughter know she was making contact to talk about her? Even if her daughter was unaware there where 16 customers in a second hand book shop that now knew.
Eavesdropping is the best way to find out what these 'snatches of conversation are up to. But be prepared for disappointment, as I have discovered meeting with snatches is rarely a fulfilling experience.
Recently I have overheard two incomplete conversations. One was whilst waiting outside a public toilet. Two women aged approximately seventy years were holding a discussion, oblivious to the women surrounding them in the queue.
One bent forward, the lines between her eyebrows deepening. I thought this to be significant. Then she spoke. 'I have made up my mind, I'm going to the house tonight'.
'Oh! said the other, 'How do you feel about that?'
'I'm very worried and uneasy. 'I'm going in and will need backup' Was the response.
From these snatches I wondered, where the old ladies two police officers? Was espionage involved? After all, don't they always say 'I'm going in, cover my back' on television. Or was she
a burglar, going home to get dressed in black with a mask and then covered in grease off to her next 'mark?' Was it all innocent? Perhaps it was a friend's birthday and she wanted to surprise her. Somehow this didn't sound very festive.
Then it was my turn to use the vacant toilet so I did not hear the end of the conversation.
The second snatch of conversation I heard was while searching through a second hand book store. The woman next to me had a mobile phone which began ringing insistently. I'm sure the tune came from Star Wars. Her conversation with the caller went something like this.
'I'm in a book store at the moment so I can't say much. I phoned you about my daughter. She seriously needs help and I think she should come and see you'. There was a pause, then,
'Well she is seeing a man and I think he is a drug addict and may even be a dealer', said loudly and in a firm tone. Again silence, 'Then, well I', very busy and can't really make an appointment until the end of the month. Do you have a time then?
At that moment I had to pay my book and no reason to stay in the store. Still, I couldn't help be curious, who had the woman phoned? Was it the police? A counsellor? Did her daughter know she was making contact to talk about her? Even if her daughter was unaware there where 16 customers in a second hand book shop that now knew.
Eavesdropping is the best way to find out what these 'snatches of conversation are up to. But be prepared for disappointment, as I have discovered meeting with snatches is rarely a fulfilling experience.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Ridin the newest train route in the southern hemisphere
The Mandurah to Perth Railway line opened a few days before Christmas 2007 so Im pretty sure its the newest so far. There was great excitement everywhere, the long awaited train had finally arrived. It was a bit like the Berlin Wall, there was lots of discussion, then one day'poof'' it was gone. The new railway line has been discussed over and over, there were so many delays we wondered would it ever happen at all. Then just as we had begun to believe it was all a myth, suddenly 'poof' the line was opened.
Early one morning Jamie and I drove to the Mandurah station and caught the train, There were a few little hiccups, for example we were unable to pay for car parking as the machine was broken. Neither could we purchase a railway ticket, the ticket machine was down.
At last the moment arrived when we stepped aboard the train. I was amazed to notice that our new trains had already been targeted with graffiti. Still, it was an exciting time, sitting on the train and admiring the view. There was only one serious mishap when an elderly couple had to alight at their designated station. The doors opened and the wife alighted, however they shut instantly and the husband was left on the train. He was distraught but I hope buoyed by the assitance he received from the other passengers. One person offered their mobile phone, except he was unable to use it. A passenger produced a map to show him how far it was to the next station where he could alight and go back and join his wife.
When the time came for him to get off the train, half the passengers in his carriage jumped up ready to assist him and make sure he left the train. Finally the drama was over and hopefully the man was able to find his wife again.
Early one morning Jamie and I drove to the Mandurah station and caught the train, There were a few little hiccups, for example we were unable to pay for car parking as the machine was broken. Neither could we purchase a railway ticket, the ticket machine was down.
At last the moment arrived when we stepped aboard the train. I was amazed to notice that our new trains had already been targeted with graffiti. Still, it was an exciting time, sitting on the train and admiring the view. There was only one serious mishap when an elderly couple had to alight at their designated station. The doors opened and the wife alighted, however they shut instantly and the husband was left on the train. He was distraught but I hope buoyed by the assitance he received from the other passengers. One person offered their mobile phone, except he was unable to use it. A passenger produced a map to show him how far it was to the next station where he could alight and go back and join his wife.
When the time came for him to get off the train, half the passengers in his carriage jumped up ready to assist him and make sure he left the train. Finally the drama was over and hopefully the man was able to find his wife again.
Friday, November 23, 2007
A Place to Meet
My latest addiction is the online site Facebook. This is a great way of social networking and keeping up with friends. It seems everyone is on Facebook these days, even the Leader of the Opposition, (who by the 24th November may become the new Prime Minister of Australia). He has 90,000 friends on Facebook. As I don't aspire to having the highest post in the land, I'm happy with my 16 or so friends. Facebook is a fun way of catching up with people you may not see very often. If you are pressed for time you can invite people to write on your Wall. This is a space on your profile that allows friends to post mesages for you and your other friends to see. Or you can keep in touch by uploading photos and letting people know what you have been up to.
There is provision to put down all the books you have read and movies you have seen. Or you might prefer to just send a 'poke' to someone, sort of similar to a physical nudge for attention.
For $1 you can send a gift, or choose to send something free, like a tree or a snowman.
There are a plethora of activities on Facebook for you to choose from. Apart from social networking Facebook can also be used to spread the news about a new business venture you have started. One softdrink brand (can't say which) launched a competition online with slideshows, video interviews and wallpapers and attracted a community of over 7000 friends. (The Sunday Times 30/09/2007).
People worry about lack of face to face content, yet conversations online are often much deeper and more meaningful than a conversation started at the 'pub'. Besides, most Facebook users seem to have face to face contact as well as meeting online.
Facebook also has a safety system where users are provided with the means to report any inappropriate comments. You can also choose what details you want to be made public.
Don't be scared of Facebook. Come on and try it. You can even add me as your first friend if you want.
There is provision to put down all the books you have read and movies you have seen. Or you might prefer to just send a 'poke' to someone, sort of similar to a physical nudge for attention.
For $1 you can send a gift, or choose to send something free, like a tree or a snowman.
There are a plethora of activities on Facebook for you to choose from. Apart from social networking Facebook can also be used to spread the news about a new business venture you have started. One softdrink brand (can't say which) launched a competition online with slideshows, video interviews and wallpapers and attracted a community of over 7000 friends. (The Sunday Times 30/09/2007).
People worry about lack of face to face content, yet conversations online are often much deeper and more meaningful than a conversation started at the 'pub'. Besides, most Facebook users seem to have face to face contact as well as meeting online.
Facebook also has a safety system where users are provided with the means to report any inappropriate comments. You can also choose what details you want to be made public.
Don't be scared of Facebook. Come on and try it. You can even add me as your first friend if you want.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Help! They are Murdering English
Recently I read a comment in an overseas paper, stating that foreign students studying in Britain will be educated in the etiquette of queuing. The Brits do the queuing thing exceedingly well, however the foreign students are not so well versed in this habit. Some cultures even hold a scrum every time a bus turns up, apparently.
As I didn't plan to write about this subject I shall segue to my main topic, the English language as spoken in Australia.
The letter L appears to have been replaced from the the word Australia by the letter Y. Australia has now become Austraya. I think this is unfair to the letter L and also it makes Australia sound even more like Austria. Is this a conspiracy? Are the Austrians now taking over Austraya?
Then there is the (wonderful) State of Western Australia (WA) now often referred to as Dubba u A. Oooh wait, doesn't that sound like Dubai?
I formally declare myself proud of the L, see how it stands up tall and straight. I personally think it is more upstanding than the Y. If this makes me a revolutionary and non conformist, so be it.
One more thing I find particularly annoying is using 'u' in place of the curly little 'e' as in uleven for eleven. There is a place for the Y and the U but not in Australia, WA and eleven.
I'm off to make and sell cheap placards stating 'down with Y, up with L and E.
As I didn't plan to write about this subject I shall segue to my main topic, the English language as spoken in Australia.
The letter L appears to have been replaced from the the word Australia by the letter Y. Australia has now become Austraya. I think this is unfair to the letter L and also it makes Australia sound even more like Austria. Is this a conspiracy? Are the Austrians now taking over Austraya?
Then there is the (wonderful) State of Western Australia (WA) now often referred to as Dubba u A. Oooh wait, doesn't that sound like Dubai?
I formally declare myself proud of the L, see how it stands up tall and straight. I personally think it is more upstanding than the Y. If this makes me a revolutionary and non conformist, so be it.
One more thing I find particularly annoying is using 'u' in place of the curly little 'e' as in uleven for eleven. There is a place for the Y and the U but not in Australia, WA and eleven.
I'm off to make and sell cheap placards stating 'down with Y, up with L and E.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
June is the cruellest month.......heralding winter downunder
I have never been fond of the cold dark times of winter. I would like to imagine winter as a time to rest and pull my energy in just as the bulbs do, a season where new life is beginning deep underground where it wont be seen until the spring. But alas all I feel is gloomy and cold during this dark depressing time. Then I discovered my feeling sad has a clinical name, Seasonally Affective Disorder (SAD). This hasn't changed my feelings toward winter but at least I have a legitimate excuse for the way I am affected. Thanks to the wonderful world of the web I have found many suggestions on how to overcome this disorder. I can go and stare into special lighting fixtures until my head aches and I begin to see stars, somehow this isn't appealing. There are other high intensity discharge sources that buzz loudly, (affecting the ears) and are extremely bright. I'm already suffering emotional pain with SAD, I really don't want to cause myself further physical pain so I'm not going to confer with anyone who is a sales person for a lighting company.
Now that I know my condition is possibly caused by lack of sun and Vitamin D and a coldness that chills me to the bone, I am going to take action my way.
My Plan: Wear bright colours; catch up on those tasks that were screaming at me to complete all through summer; Enjoy the company of good friends over dinner and a nice warm fire;
Throw a Murder Mystery Night, murders are surely more enjoyable in winter! Catch up on reading and writing;
I can head North for winter or alternatively just do lots of sleeping.
Perhaps I could imagine I am Persephone the Greek goddess who was pulled down into the undeground by Pluto the king of darkness. When she was away from the earth, the cold north winds began to blow and snow covered the places where the colourful flowers had bloomed. The earth became dark and cold. Later Pluto allowed Persephone to return to earth and dwell in the realms of light for six months of the year, then the earth began to bloom, trees bore fruit and crops flourished.
If this flight of fancy doesn't help, I will have to observe parts of nature in winter that I haven't noticed. For example the odd shaped leafless branches of trees set against a wintry sunset. Or a watefall fresh and sparkling from the first winter rains. I can do it, I know I can,
If you have any suggestions, please let me know, I will try anything.
Now that I know my condition is possibly caused by lack of sun and Vitamin D and a coldness that chills me to the bone, I am going to take action my way.
My Plan: Wear bright colours; catch up on those tasks that were screaming at me to complete all through summer; Enjoy the company of good friends over dinner and a nice warm fire;
Throw a Murder Mystery Night, murders are surely more enjoyable in winter! Catch up on reading and writing;
I can head North for winter or alternatively just do lots of sleeping.
Perhaps I could imagine I am Persephone the Greek goddess who was pulled down into the undeground by Pluto the king of darkness. When she was away from the earth, the cold north winds began to blow and snow covered the places where the colourful flowers had bloomed. The earth became dark and cold. Later Pluto allowed Persephone to return to earth and dwell in the realms of light for six months of the year, then the earth began to bloom, trees bore fruit and crops flourished.
If this flight of fancy doesn't help, I will have to observe parts of nature in winter that I haven't noticed. For example the odd shaped leafless branches of trees set against a wintry sunset. Or a watefall fresh and sparkling from the first winter rains. I can do it, I know I can,
If you have any suggestions, please let me know, I will try anything.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
A summer's day in Mandurah
Last Sunday was the perfect day for an outing. It was 90 degrees or so, the sun shine brightly, (obviously or it wouldn't have been 90 degrees). We decided on a short trip of around 30 minutes to visit Nath. When we drove up to the freeway we realized everybody else had the same idea. Where I live the locals either stay indoors or go travelling away from Mandurah to avoid the holiday crush. So bravely, we joined the holiday makers and drove slowly along the freeway. When we reached a set of lights ten minutes from home we had to wait, as you generally do at traffic lights. We sat patiently, waiting, waiting, waiting. After being at the lights for 40 minutes and being the clever detectives we are we realized there was a problem ahead. Then we had a bright idea, let's go along the coast road and come out further down the free way.
So at the nearest corner we turned and 50 other cars followed us. I felt a bit like Forrest Gump must have done when he was running and half the world followed him, thinking he knew something important.
Off we travelled in convoy, in and out of streets and laneways, once we even went on a dirt track, much to the disgust of my new car. Finally, we reached our destination, and surprise, surprise, the entrance to the main road was closed. Apparently there were road works happening and this was the reason for the hold up. Can you believe it? On a Sunday when every one is out on the one road to anywhere. I thought about going on the road less travelled but got lost once so I remained where I was. Eventually I turned around and headed back where we had come from. Cars were still following me and I felt as if I had made new friends that afternoon. Perhaps we should have stopped and had a picnic lunch with them all. That would really have been blogworthy.
After spending over an hour driving around we decided to stop at our favourite spot at the Marina for lunch and enjoy a leisurely walk along the beach. I'm not quite sure what happened to all my followers but only a few of them turned into the Marina with us.
Later that day we had a surprise visit from Nath. He had decided as we couldn't come to him he would pay us a visit, which was lovely. However, he came on his motor bike and as a mother I had to worry until I knew he had made it home safely. He messaged me the instant he turned into his street, before he went inside his house as per my instructions. Funny isn't it? our kids are always our kids even when they are 27 years old. I love that line from a movie which says, 'a mother holds her child's hand for a short time, but holds their hearts forever.' It was something like that anyway.
Well its summer downunder so I'm happy and can put up with all these small worries.
So at the nearest corner we turned and 50 other cars followed us. I felt a bit like Forrest Gump must have done when he was running and half the world followed him, thinking he knew something important.
Off we travelled in convoy, in and out of streets and laneways, once we even went on a dirt track, much to the disgust of my new car. Finally, we reached our destination, and surprise, surprise, the entrance to the main road was closed. Apparently there were road works happening and this was the reason for the hold up. Can you believe it? On a Sunday when every one is out on the one road to anywhere. I thought about going on the road less travelled but got lost once so I remained where I was. Eventually I turned around and headed back where we had come from. Cars were still following me and I felt as if I had made new friends that afternoon. Perhaps we should have stopped and had a picnic lunch with them all. That would really have been blogworthy.
After spending over an hour driving around we decided to stop at our favourite spot at the Marina for lunch and enjoy a leisurely walk along the beach. I'm not quite sure what happened to all my followers but only a few of them turned into the Marina with us.
Later that day we had a surprise visit from Nath. He had decided as we couldn't come to him he would pay us a visit, which was lovely. However, he came on his motor bike and as a mother I had to worry until I knew he had made it home safely. He messaged me the instant he turned into his street, before he went inside his house as per my instructions. Funny isn't it? our kids are always our kids even when they are 27 years old. I love that line from a movie which says, 'a mother holds her child's hand for a short time, but holds their hearts forever.' It was something like that anyway.
Well its summer downunder so I'm happy and can put up with all these small worries.
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