Worked it out.

To be able to upload this photo I had to go to my Flickr site to download a smaller size.
This is one of the many rugs I have crocheted over the past eighteen months. This was for family.

The top and bottom flowers are two of my Desert Roses. The other is an orchid. I have a few different shades of red, white and pink. Some are different shapes and sizes. The foliage is different because of what other plants crossed with the Desert Rose.

I'm happy I have sorted out the photo upload. I will be able to put up some snaps of my holiday when I return home. The trip had to be cancelled for last week because the bus driver was sick. At least, the weather should be warmer by the time we leave.

Shane's 50th Birthday trip

These are some of the photos taken at the morning tea stop to help Shane celebrate his 50th Birthday. We had stopped at Mango Paradise. We had a beautiful time before we went to see the fish.

The owner breeds fish for the market. He also grows sugarcane and Mangoes. Has goats.

Trip to Red Claw farm

These are photos I took when we went to visit the Red Claw farm. There are over fifty ponds where the Red Claw are breed to be sold at market. There are different sized ones. A lot are caught. Sorted. Some are then returned to grow bigger. The others are prepared for market.

We had lunch there. Tables were set up on the veranda of the home. There were about twenty-two of us. There was so much food served I didn't feel like eating when I came home. There was hot finger food. Then out came the fruit and sweets. I bought some to bring home to have another day. And a bottle of tasty sauce, which could be poured over seafood, chicken, meat, or added to dishes to add more flavor.

Oh. Bummer

I heard a bump in the night. This woke me from a deep sleep.
I thought it was just a bird bumping into the side of the house so I went back to sleep. I didn't hear any talking. Or any other noises. No car.

I just went out the front to collect my mail.

Oh. What a shock?

My hose and reel is missing. The place where it has been sitting for years is empty. The thief unscrewed the short piece of hose from the reel and walked off with their prize.

The neighborhood has gone to the pack of late.

A few weeks ago a lot of damage was committed over one weekend. Paint stolen from the painter up the street. They brought it to my place where they up ended the three containers over my friends car parked in my driveway. Lucky. The damage was found just after it had been done. And the paint was water based. We took ages washing the paint off. Playing in with water on a cold night isn't good.

They went through peoples cars. Tried to steal another car. They pushed it out on to the street but couldn't start it.

I thought the stealing had finished but no such luck.

They will find their prize isn't what they thought. I was intending to buy a new reel and hose. The hose was old. and the reel was not working properly.

Books and photos

I have finally finished three rugs to go to the lady who gives them to people in need. I had started them before the hot weather hit making it impossible to work with wool. Now the winter winds have arrived since the rain we had, I have been working on them while watching TV at night. I have another two partly done. Good to work on them in winter because they keep the legs warm while working on them.

These are what I do when I'm not writing. Or I need to take a break from work when the muscles begin to complained I've over extended my time for doing the housework, and gardening.

I write 500 word stories which go up on the ABC site. I also add photos for the picture topic.
I also go to a writing group where we learn more to do with writing.
I have written a few novels which I have self-published. I'd prefer to have a traditional publisher. And an agent. Someone who won't try to change my story line.
I can finish the ones I started a couple of years ago. I lost them all when the computer died. I finally found someone who was able to retrieve my lost work. I have to finish the one I'm working on before I do.
I have just finished on "Fighting for her soul".
This is a story about the break-up of a relationship. The woman has a car accident. While in hospital she is guarded by her spirit and an angel. They are there to stop the devil taking her soul.

This book tells of my life. What I lived through growing up. Living in a tent; caravan; shed; all before we finally got to live in a house when I was thirteen. This is written about things I remember of that time. Not written in the true memoir fashion. The book finishes when my mother dies.

This one is about a lady who is picked to help out the Gods. She is taken around the world on a flying horse. She helps families in need. Helps the sick and poor. She tries to bring peace to the world. This was not written with any dislike for one religion over another. Churches are just buildings. My way of thinking does not enter into the story. The idea was given to me while I slept. I just followed the ideas.

As the title suggests. This story is about ghosts. Quiet funny in places. The woman is an author wanting to write a ghost story. She has her agent find her an old house that is suppose to be haunted. The house she moves into doesn't look like a place where a ghost would stay. Too clean. Not falling down. She soon finds out there are more there than she can handle. The family of them begin to take over her life not giving her much time to write. The story is fast moving with not much "padding".

All my stories are written that way. I don't like parts which slow down the story.

I have a few others in my files which I have had a chance to do much with because they were last. Now I have found them.

Some are written for children in mind.

I have to go find the sun. The room where my computer is is freezing. My legs are becoming chilled. Haven't had time to find out the heaters.

Night out

One night on our trip to the Sunshine coast over Easter, We went to Alfie's Mooo Bar and Grill in Caloundra. A great time was had by all. The food was delicious. The service great. And we all got to talk to Alfie Langer, the man who used to play football. Us ladies received a kiss on the cheek and a hand shake on the way out. Everyone else there looked to see why we were getting so much attention. Especially most of us being over the hill. One lady said she wasn't going to wash her cheek. Ever.

Catching up.

I'm trying to catch up on the work I have to do for my writing class. Have taken a spell from it to catch up on some of my blogs. I could do with a nap instead. I'm going to soldier on for a bit longer.

This term we have been working on memory stories. Some of the group are writing their family history. I've been busy trying to finish two project that are nearing the end. The last few weeks, my writing has taken a back seat. I don't have the undisturbed time to write. There are other jobs popping up to be done. I had to write my memory stories for my ABC Open topic. I did them yesterday.

Following is a piece that will go in the last chapter of one of my projects. We had to do a scene from something we were working on. So this is what I wrote.

Dennis stood at the front of the church with Finn by his side.


The priest stood on the step in front of the alter with the bible in his hands.


Stella stood at the entrance to the church. Virgin World, her attendant straightened her train ready for the journey down the aisle. Spirit declined to be a part of the wedding. She entered the church unseen to hide behind a statue to the left of where Stella was to stand.


The wedding march sounded.


Stella and Virgin World, made their way down the aisle. Unaware of trouble. Stella had eyes only for Dennis. The inside of the church grew warmer with every step Virgin World took. She sent out danger signals to Spirit. Stella turned to hand over her bouquet. Her hand hit a solid wall.


She turned to plead with Dennis but the man by her side was Kerry, her disfigured ex-finance. Beside him stood the Devil.


“You have lost.” The Devil laughed.


“No. You have,” challenged Virgin World.


“Grab your bride,” Devil told Kerry. He reached to take Stella's hand. She screamed.


The wedding guests scrambled from their seats to rush from the church.