Oh The times They are a Changing

We bought a Bob Dillon CD at the weekend - yes folks, we do still pay for music and movies, quaint I know. It's good listening but it also started me thinking how different life is now.

I read the on-line newspapers most days so you can imagine my shock when I clicked on to one of the "overseas" papers only to be confronted by silly schoolgirls baring their boobs.

Why do they do that? are we moving back in time to when girls were so undervalued?  I read an article, probably 15 years ago, about the scantily clad singers of the day. Well, they were quite modest compared to modern standards although I hear there may be a return to the less revealing styles.

Over the years I watched Sally Fields campaign for a tampon machine in the ladies restrooms, Charleze Theron being dumped in pooh, the ladies of the Ford factory striking for equal pay. What do we have now, after all the real effort put in to equality? silly girls who place no value on themselves, eager to do anything to get a boyfriend. Sad.They seem only to aspire to be another fat-ass reality star. As if the world needs any more.

I imagine that's how Madiba feels, years in jail being rewarded by greedy upstarts who think only of themselves.

We watch reruns of That 70's Show. It's good fun and illustrates how turned around modern times are.. Respect for elders, respect for others and respect for self are really high on my agenda and I get really angry when I hear of young girls doing the stuff grungy old porn movies were made of as easily as buying a new tshirt.

Or so I'm told.

We had a big family function recently. Rowland's Mom's 90th Birthday. A sit down lunch for 38. I was immensly proud when one of the guests praised our grandchildren

"I've never seen such well behaved teenagers at a do like this, well done"

"Well done kids, we're always proud of you"

I hope that there are many, many more level headed youngsters than stupid ones like the bare boob girls, our future needs leaders of substance who can live a fun life but still have the sense to think before they act and consider the consequences of their actions. I'm fortunate to know many fine young people, hard working, intelligent, silly sometimes but seemingly honest people, I salute them and hope that the few won't spoil the future for the many so, cover that chest and get on with life - it's well worth living.

Colour Me Disillusioned

Or naive.
I had assumed that the competitors in the Olympics, talented thought they may be, were all amature sportsmen and women. In fact I had bemoned the fact that professional tennis and soccer players were entered, it seemed rather unfair, why not allow the young amatures a chance?
How wrong I am. It seems all the contestants can be classed as professionals, they receive pay for what I had foolishly believed was the honour of representing your country.
This morning on our local radio station the opinion seemed to be that if the cricket and rugby players earn so much, why not the athletes.
My take on that is why do the sportsmen earn so much money to begin with? I consider it shocking that a man is paid upwards of $1 000 000.00 for playing a round of golf and as much as I love Man United really, what outrageous wages.
I understand that coaches are needed to help the young athlete and that coaching may be his bread and butter, what I don't understand is the absurd amount of money it take to raise a swimmer (for example).
Does it, in fact, boil down to  the country with the most money  always being the winner? or the country that directs more of it's resources toward sport?
Don't get me wrong, I'd rather see nations direct their spare cash toward sport rather than war but what happened to the glory of wearing the green and gold, the pride in representing your nation, 100 000 British Pounds is a cool bonus but I didn't expect to see such large "prizes" going around.
O.K. I'm off to brush up on my shopping skills, perhaps one day it'll be an Olympic sport.

Guilty as charged

Well, Susan is right, I have fallen off lately and Rowland was the one to point out her blog to me last night. Congratulations Susie, well deserved. Actually, well deserved doesn't quite cut it because Susan's blog is more like a chronicle of her and Jake's life which should surely be printed and put onto the bookshelf. You know I'm not totally into this newfangled cloud storage stuff - what if it rains?
I was going to do a blog last week, "to tweet or not to tweet" but sadly life took over and now it's another 7 days  just gone in a flash.
Where do people find the time to email, blog, tweet, watch UTube, read all their contacts on Linkedin, catch up on Facebook, read (as I do) IOL, Sky News, Perth Now, check the weather report, delete junk mail, read newsletters from various worthy causes - Treehugger, Greenpeace, Avaaz, Hempster, Green Times, Rawlicious, Reiki News - and still get on with the job they're being paid to carry out????
I resolve to be a good blogger, I shall post at least once every ten days and will do my best to do my duty to the blogging community.

Really I will.

But don't expect photos, I'm not in Susan's league :-)

What a strange world

We have been watching and listening to news about the Euro bail-out plans. It's hard for me to understand how such huge figures are bandied about, surely only figures on paper, not paper money.
 Greece, with a population of 10 million wants 110 BILLION Euros, Spain with a population of 43 million needs a mere 100 BILLION.
I'm not the best there is when it comes to budgeting and saving but really, billions?
. I've asked before, how much money is there in the world? How can the world Bank have a bail-out budget of 500 Billion (I believe). where does the money come from? Is there an undisclosed Fort Knox somewhere filled with gold bars?
And, if there's so much money in this world, why are people starving to death in Africa?
According to "100 People: A World Portrait"  if there were but 100 people in the world 21 would be overweight (we know where they live), 15 would be under nourished. What does that mean, under nourished? it sounds scary, I just ate my lunch, it's only 11 a.m. but I was feeling peckish. Under nourished sounds far, far beyond peckish.
1 person of those 100 would be dying of starvation.
Yet there's a 500 billion stash to bail out Europe.

Nobody does it like the Brits

I wasn't able to watch the whole four days of celebration, Queen Elizabeth 2nd, her Diamond Jubilee. What a long weekend!
What struck me most was the sheer joy on the faces of the crowds who followed HM's every move. I thought the flotilla was marvelous and we're a quarter way through the concert. Some sad, jaded critic thought the flotilla abysmal (I think he wrote) and why have Lang Lang perform when there are British pianists available. No doubt there are and probably as good but it was the Queen's party and perhaps he's the one she wanted, perhaps she wanted to hear Cliff again, creaking though he is although, I'm not sure she requested Cheryl Cole
One person remarked that without the royal family Great Britain would just be Britain, I agree because no one else seems to understand and carry off the pomp and circumstance that fascinates the rest of the world.
How about the car ride? no dozen or so, black clad security persons running along side the car, presumably no heavily armed "peace" officers on standby. Just a jolly good weekend, which would be exhausting for any 86 year old lady and which showed the warm and loving side of (most of) the nation.
She's my Queen and I was gosh darned proud of her and her family, just sorry I couldn't be there.

My other family

Just like millions around the world I have two families. Here in South Africa my dear husband, children, their spouses and our wonderful grandchildren. we're truly blessed. Sorry, our wonderful children :)
In Australia my birth family, my mum, sister, brother, nieces, nephews, spouses, significant others, great niece and nephews. So many people to love - no problem there - and so many to miss.
It's painful sometimes but just like those millions of compadres I just go with the flow of life.
When I was eighteen I chose to leave my birth family and travel to South Africa to join my one true love and start our life together.
I don't ever regret my choice but be warned, would -be adventurers, it hurts a lot some days and you have to set aside a little corner of your mind as a treasure chest where you keep memories and pictures of the ones you cherish.
As my sister's and brother's families have grown so I have missed out on getting to know them, to most of them I'm just an aunt living in Cape Town, another stranger. When times have been tough for the ones in Perth they've been tough for me, not being able to give a shoulder to cry on or a helping hand.
 For my mother the hurt has been harsh, she has three grandchildren and six great grandchildren here, the two youngest she's never met and there's no immediate prospect of them visiting her.
Tomorrow, 01 hundred Perth time, my niece Ella leaves for Europe on a three month adventure. she's leaving her sister and mum and dad behind but, she'll be back after having a ball overseas.
So the circle of life continues, all children should leave home, even if it's (hopefully) just down the street and all parents need their new senior time together. For us the last child left home when I was about 42 or so, we were so young. One came back, as they do and left again for another go at life.
I love both my families, and wish, as my mum does that I could just say
           "Beam me up Scottie" 
and I'd land in Perth for a quick visit - maybe one day.

Rowland and Louise's most excellent holiday

We had a wonderful time! Seven days in Perth, visiting my mum to help celebrate her 90th birthday. Mummy lives in a wonderful place `Moline House where she's really well cared for while having any freedom she would like (I'd guess male guests after lights-out would be a no-no). We stayed with my brother Martin and his lovely daughters, Ella and Gina and were also entertained by my sister Jane and her husband Bruce. Jane lent us her funky Volkswagen which was really good, it meant we didn't have to ask for a lift all the time. We visited the fairy shop in Freemantle, I tried to sneak into the special fairy room but I think I'm too tall. Another day we were taken to York, a small town about an hour or so outside Perth, I had one of the best lunches I've had in many a year. As you know, I was indeed "born to shop" and went into a sweet habby store where lo and behold, the owner had two embroidery machines, Brothers just like ours and so I had a lovely embroidery chat and bought a twirly glizzy scarf. YOU CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MANY SCARVES OR SHAWLS Singapore is just as much fun as ever. Rowland rode The Singapore Flyer, a ferris wheel even higher than The London Eye. I was too chicken, I'm not shy to own up, heights give me the creeps. There was a huge mix up with our hotel accomodation, first we weren't booked in for early arrival (7a.m.) which didn't matter really as the hotel had double booked not only our room but I believe around 15 in total. We were farmed out to the hotel across the road after I was (unforgivably) rude and given a room on the tenth floor, windows making up the entire outside wall, ceiling to floor. I almost threw up and was forced to be rude once again. We were moved to the fourth floor, a pleasant room leading out to the pool deck. The kid in both of us loved Universal Studios and we had photos taken with all the movie characters and bought just a few souveniers. I had two other Singapore wishes Victorias Secret - done Jimmy Choo - done No bras for sale at the VS shop and no photos allowed when I tried on a fabulous pair of shoes, a mere S$1100.00 (that's R6000) but no worries, I was happy. We went to the Titanic Exhibit at one of the museums, what a moving display, if it comes to a town near you I urge you to pay a visit. The big expense jaw dropper was cupcakes at a swanky tea room for a mere S$12 each, that's R72 each folks! The best take aways, a small place at the La Salle Art Centre - Fifteen Minutes, good food, friendly staff and a knock out Frappe Before we knew it we were on our way home. Singapore Airlines just can't be faulted. Changi Airport is huge and so efficient and good old Cape Town International Airport doesn't miss a beat. Friendly, efficient and a pleasure to pass through. I love Cape Town. There's just no place like home. Family, Daisy, kittens, Merlin, we want for nothing more..

If you love something, set it free

Well, we really love Merlin but, to be safe, we clip his wings so that he won't be tempted to leave the safety of the office and fly into a lathe or passing motor car. As we're going on holiday soon (Yay, smiles and cheers)  I'd been extending the due date for wing clipping. While we're away visiting family Merlin will be staying with his brother Phoenix and a weird hyperactive bird, I forget his name but I call him Cardinal.
After two exciting episodes of flying across the office and scaring the crunchies out of his "parents" I realised ( with much prodding from the love of my life) that the time had come to visit the vet and have those wings disabled.
We were the only ones there and went straight through to the surgery, I put the cage on to the operating table, Merlin eyed the vet and the scissors and thought "Aye,aye".
As I opened the cage door, with a deep breath and a birdy Tally Ho Merlin flew out of the cage, out of the surgery, across the waiting room and out of the door.
Yikes Rowland's going to kill me!
I don't wear heels every day but wouldn't you know, this was one of those days. It's amazing how fast you can run in them..
Merlin flew across the road and then made a graceful arc, returning to our side and gently landing on the driveway a few doors down.  I put my hand down, he hopped on and then buried his head into my chest. He has a little sound he makes, a sort of "Choo,choo" which basically means "Shit, did you see that?", he didn't say a word. I think it was a mixture of exhileration and fear, I imagine a bungi jump leaves you feeling that way, "Wow, amazing but I'll never do it again"
When we walked back inside Merlin wouldn't let go of my blouse, I was his Terra Firma and he wasn't leaving again.
So, wings are clipped, nails trimmed and Merlin is feeling quite manly after almost soaring up into the clouds.What a tale he'll have to tell when he goes visiting. I'm just happy the love of my life didn't have to kill me.

Man-code

I believe I'm close to cracking the enigma of "man-speak". It's taken time and a lot of dedication but so far I believe I can understand just a handful (or would that be mouthful?) of phrases.
Husband Speak should not be confused with Man Speak as each husband has a different dialect, not all grunts sound the same and endearments differ. In my case, the love of my life has evolved a way of saying yes, no and maybe as one word that pops out at well timed intervals during my conversation.
Love that guy!

Man Speak is such things as
"Sorry I can't make it on Wednesday, I'll be on a (golf) course"
"Saturday's out, I'll be at a (car race) meeting all day".
"Mr Smith is unavailable for a week as he has to fly to New Zealand to attend a very important (rugby) conference".
I wonder if there's such a thing as Woman Speak? Nothing comes to mind :-)

Purpose

I'm at an age when many of my contempories are retiring, either from work or life. We've been "in business" for almost 28 years and so many of the faceless people I interact with over the 'phone are now choosing to retire or being forced to as their employer doesn't wany anyone over 62 or so on the books.
Attitudes differ. One lady, 64 years of age, is so excited at the prospect of staying at home after so many years in her job that she loves."I'm going to spend a month cleaning and fixing up my home (sheesh, it would take me much more than a month) and then she has a new project lined up.
The other, a gentleman, about 63 I believe, knows that next year he'll be "asked" to leave the job he's had for almost 30 years. He has no plans, no idea of the future and is already feeling depressed.
You have to have a purpose in life else why wake up in the morning. For some it's the freedom to travel, cook, learn a new craft, revamp the house, whatever but it's the very act of planning for the future, looking forward to something new that keeps us on an even keel.
I would chat to a fun old guy, he was about 70, always refered to Rowland as The Captain, his bosses felt they wanted to project a younger image so told him to leave. I spoke to him a few months later and it was as if his body had been taken over by misery, looking for company.
"What do you do with your days?" I asked
"Nothing" was the sad reply, "my wife leaves for work, I go to buy the newspaper and that's it!" So sad. Happily after a year or so he has a new lease on life, a purpose, whatever it may be.
What troubles me is that so many young school leavers seem to be the same. No idea what to do with their lives, no argument there, after all how can you know if you haven't tested the waters? but, no desire to find out. Like my neighbours son who so enjoyed his gap year doing absolutely nothing that he's decided to take another, a sort of  course in "layabout".
We had the TV on in the background yesterday afternoon while we worked, sorry if I'm about to offend anyone but after listening to half an hour of American Idol or something I felt sorry for the folk who have no purpose in life other than to watch "reality" TV. Really? There are great movies to be watched, travel programmes, cooking, animal life, history, the list goes on but you must be sad if your only purpose is to watch a few fat brides dis. their friends.
Please take each day as a gift and enjoy choosing how to spend it purposefully.

A Tale of Two Kitties

It was the best of times, it was the - sorry, wrong tale.
On 21 December,  a shoe box containing four kittens, barely five weeks old, was dumped in a driveway. No judgement. Our friend rang Rowland as she knew we were needing a cat, our home being without one for the first time in about 40 years. .
I was sent to choose. A foolish idea. Three boys and a girl, not being at all sexist I declared that I only wanted a female, boys can be naughty you know. She gave a tiny meeow and snuggled in when I lifted her out of the (copy paper ) box.
"O.K. we would love to give this sweet thing a good home, I'll be going now".
Oh but, "just look at that sweet face, such big eyes, so adorable"
Which is why we have two kittens, Alice and Tom and they are so gosh darned cute.
You don't just "get" a cat, well we don't anyway. Off to the vet we went for a check up, deworming and de fleaing, a basket, two free sample sets of kitten food, kitty litter and I was on my way.
For the first three days our new babies came to work with us, we made a tiny playroom for them and a discreet area to hold the sandbox. After eating I would pop each one into the box, scratch the paws through the sand to send the right message and so far we have two very well behaved children.
What a joy to watch, it's rather like having new babies but not nearly as much work. The timing is right, the (human) children are all grown up (and some), the grandchildren are wonderful but it's kinda nice to watch babies grow up once again.
It's an education in observation, Alice and Tom started out in one tiny area of the house, not locked in by us but restricted to what they were able to cope with at the time, slowly the horizons became bigger, currently they're at the stage where they bravely play outside in the garden but will still come charging inside to use the sandbox. Sweetypies.
We're not the only ones fascinated by these tiny bundles, Daisy and Zoe couldn't believe their eyes when two fluffy toys were dumped on the floor, Zoe ( a Yorkie) followed silently and still sneaks in to see if they're still around. Daisy (Spaniel) seems to have shed a couple of years and allows them to walk between her front legs, rubbing up as cats do. She's showing amazing restraint where the food bowls are concerned, cleaning our (the sadly deceased) Amber's bowl was one of her fun things to do. I'm pretty certain Merlin thinks the kittens are wind-up toys, boy is he in for a shock.
At food time I find the two of them sitting patiently in the empty spot where the food bowls should be, play time after eating and then its time to snuggle the humans, purr as loudly as possible and just relax.
Thanks to the person who felt she had to dump those babies, the other two kittens found homes the same day and we'll all be having our companions spayed (no, not the human ones) as soon as we can.
So here's to Alice and Tom, new companions for a new year, I hope they enjoy 2012 as much as we intend to and I hope that you and yours have an outstanding year, happy, healthy and if it should be so, wealthy and wise..