Happiness is a morning walk with a Platypus

When I walk in the morning I often see the platypus swimming in the creek, about halfway through my walk, whihc makes it a nice place to stop for a minute or so and just contemplate how beautiful Mother Nature can be.  Even though I see them fairly often, they never cease to give me a sense of peace and happiness when I spot them in the water splashing around.

Last week there were 2, parent and offspring I think, and the little one was scratching their back flank, which was causing him to go round and round in circles on his side in the water, it was so funny.

This morning I took my phone and got a short video, but I can’t upload it here as I have a free WP site which doesn’t allow me too.  Instead, I have posted it on my instagram account, you can also find the link at the bottom of my website home page of,  if you would like to watch it.  (I think you might have to be on instagram (which is free) to see it though, so that might not work if instagram isn’t your thing.

If you are not familiar with a platypus, they are 1 of the 2 uniquely Australian monotremes (mammals who lay eggs) – the other being an Echidna (also a favourite of mine, you can read about my Echi adventure here).

Below is a photo I extracted from the video, I’m sure they were looking at me this morning. 🙂

Platypus

 

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The unexpected benefits of blogging about Socks.

Ok, you may wonder, what ARE the unexpected benefits of blogging about socks?  (You also may not wonder, but I’m going to tell you anyways).   The Unexpected Sock Benefits occurred because I blogged this post, or possibly it may have been this post, and I am now the proud possessor of a pair of FREE, cute and quirky socks, all the way from Sweden!

How did this happen? I hear you ask – well, actually I didn’t hear you, but for the sake of the continuation of this post let’s pretend that I did, ok? – Ok.

Back in early December I received an email from Christoffer and here is part of what he wrote:

I found your blog while googling for Sock blogs. It was a bad finding since you obviously don’t blog about socks, but we still liked your blog so I’d like to ask you anyway… Would you like us to send you a pair of socks and let you review it on your blog? If you also took a picture of the socks (preferably on you) that would of course be great, and we would post in on our instagram.

Now, the offer of a free pair of socks is nothing to turn your nose up at, or more pertinently your toes – especially when you live where I do and Winter seems determined to make your toes emulate frozen granite.  So, after checking out his website to make sure he was a person of sock-integrity, and being reassured that he was indeed offering quality feet apparel, I emailed him right back and said Yes, and thank you very much.

All in good time, well, Monday actually, The Socks arrived.  I excitedly ripped the package open, oohed and aahed, and stuck those beauties on my aching feet ( I had been wearing wedge sandals at work all day, and my feet were a little sore).  I’m actually wearing them now as I write this post (don’t worry, I haven’t been wearing them all the time since Monday evening, it’s just coincidence) as they are very soft and comfy.  More importantly, they don’t pinch my toes and are not bulky and heavy like some socks.  I actually prefer to have bare feet mostly, so when I wear socks they need to be good socks.  Check out the photos below showing the cute design.

 

 

So, there you go, the unexpected benefits of blogging about socks!

Now, what would happen if I blogged about a new car, fancy techie stuff I can’t afford or winning the lottery …..

I had a dream – again. (Repost: A Dream and a Wish)

It happened again last night, it must be this time of year,
that prompts a rummage through my unconscious,
and in amongst the rubble, finding a flicker of a thought,
pounces, and drags it forth,
to present, like a cats favour lying at my door,

sadly unwelcome but understood.

© ceenoa

The original post below, which prompted the one above, is from 24 December 2014, and can be found here.

I had a dream of you last night,
I heard your voice, I saw your face,
and it woke again the yearning,
from it’s quietly slumbering place.

That desperate sense of needing,
which years have mercifully worn away,
the savage grief dispersed,
through life’s anaesthetising day.

And even though they carry sorrow,
I long to dream of you again,
to feel that fierce connection,
as you quietly say my name.

© ceenoa

“On This Day” Repost – Christmas in Tasmania

It’s that time of year – the week before Christmas.  Are you feeling it yet?  Facebook reminded me how I felt back in 2014, when I wrote this post.

Raspberries and Strawberries,
picked fresh from the bush,
the smell of fresh cut hay,
on a summers evening hush.

A thunderstorm with lightning,
flashing in the dark,
the mouth-watering aroma,
wafting from bbq’s in the park.

All of this says Christmas,
in the place that I call home,
my island state of Oz land,
what means Christmas where you’re from?

© ceenoa

Sunday Morning Creation

I have been on leave for the last week, enjoying time to be creative, and yesterday morning I decided it was time to try something I have been wanting to do for a while – resin a table top!

Creating a Resin Tabletop - 1 - The Base

I rescued an old garden table from the  local Tip Shop last week (a bargain at $6).  It was sturdy and solid, with only a smidge of surface rust which I sprayed with an all-in-one primer and paint that had a hammered finish.  I gave it 2 coats and let it dry for 2 days, then I brought it inside and put it on some plastic sheeting ready to resin it.

I prepared my resin, a 2 part epoxy from my local hardware shop, and added small amounts to 7 separate shot cups which had some mica powders (a metallic powder that comes is gorgeous colours) added to them. (Forgot to take a photo of that).   I poured a layer of clear on the table top, spread it all over with my double-gloved hands, and then poured the different colours on.

Once I had added them I hoped they would spread and blend out with a bit of help from my heat gun – but that didn’t work so well, it just blasted a big dimple in the resin – oops.  On to Plan B – the hair dryer:  which also didn’t work very well because it really needed a directional cone to be more precise.  (The youtube videos made it all look much easier).  On to Plan C:  swirl it around with a stick!   Creating a Resin Tabletop - 3 - Swirling (1)

The swirling gave me some lovely colour mixing, finer lines, and some cells on the edges.

Then I checked around the edges to make sure the tape was secured (to stop the resin dripping over the side.


All through this process there was a fair bit of squinting of eyes whilst muttering  “it’s not doing what I want it to do”, and many moments of pondering.  (In my case, “pondering” means wondering what the heck I’m going to do to make it look better).

Creating a Resin Tabletop - 5 - Pondering

I knew that the resin would keep moving for a while yet, and that what I was seeing now would not be what it eventually looked like, but I was still a bit sad at this stage to see that most of the cells and distinct lines were blending together.

Creating a Resin Tabletop - 7 - Finished

In the end, I am happy with the final result.  There isn’t any obvious dimples or spots in the resin, it has set level, and sometimes what you get is what you get.   I have plenty of room for improvement in my resin technique for any future pieces I create, and that’s a good thing to look forward to.

Thanks to Eli for taking these photos whilst I was playing with the sticky stuff.

Oh, Damn it all

evening-grassApologies to “Danny Boy” but the tune caught in my thoughts, and so the rhythm of the rhyme mimics the song , of a sort.

Oh, damn it all,
the grass, the grass is calling,
from fence to fence,
and down the driveway too,
it’s growing fast,
my garden’s disappearing,
into a jungle green,
of lush, and knee-high grass.

Oh, damn it all,
the grass, the grass is calling,
and I must go,
and get the mower out,
to cut the grass,
when I’d rather I was doing,
anything else, but sitting here,
and thinking grassy thoughts.

And I’ll be back,
next week to do the same thing,
for it is Spring,
and this is what it does,
it torments me,
this verdant, grassy greeness,
so I will go,
and slay it to the ground.

Oh, damn it all,
the grass, the grass is calling,
and I must mow,
and cut it to the ground,
the rain and sun,
will work all week to heal it,
and it will grow again,
and so the vicious circle goes.

© ceenoa

 

P.S.  Now, admit it – did you try and sing it to the tune? 🙂