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    Hmmmm seems the storms continue. No work now for 3 days and nothing tomorrow at this stage. So glad I am a Worm and Woodie man. I have been doing a bit of PR work with my customers and some future customers and it is paying off. I am trying to reduce my Woodie numbers while I am away. The humidity and the damp weather is making their tubs damp. One tub had condensation on the sides. I reduced the numbers in that tub. On the weekend I have to pack a few orders and hoping a couple more will come in before then. That should drop the stock levels down a bit.

    Not long now till be fly off to NZ. Talking to my mate this afternoon and he said the weather has been great with temps getting up as high as 17 deg C. No rain for weeks. His wife gets on to my wife and said he lies. The weather has been crap with high wind and rain every day. Well at least I just have to step out of the car to chill my beer down the beach. Still cant come at drinking hot beer.
     
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    I think I got about,maybe 3 hrs sleep last night. It's still too dark to let the ladies out. Jus thought I'd let you know I was up in case you're still on the site.

    I spent half of the day yesterday making up calendars with things to do daily so we can check them off when they are done. Make a final check before turning in. Our memory isn't what it used to be . I might have told you I bought some "memory" pills but keep forgetting to take them lol.

    The odd thing is my Chooks are putting out more eggs rather than tapering off more. They had gone down to 5 or 6 per day and are now up to 10. We cleaned out one of the pantries and found some brown rice with weevils, some old biscuit mix, cornmeal and other stuff the Chooks went nuts over. I baked them some sourdough bread with some meally flour then broke it up for them. They love banana peels, spoiled frut of most kinds, but are not overly enthusiastic about kiwifruits. They spend a lot of their time in the garden, scratching up seeds and bugs.
    This morning it is 28 degrees F. I believe that translates to somewhere between -6 and -3C I don't have the chart in front of me now, but it will dip a few more degrees before sun-up. Some more garlic and green onions will go in after this "snap".

    Pako. Did You get the blast you were expecting, and is everything still intact on your place? We have a pretty good windbreak on our East, South, and West, and seldom have storms coming from the North. Most of them come in from the West after coming down from the North and swinging around to the East and then heading Northward on up the East Coast where they're joined by other winds that didn't dip down this far and are more frigid. When we do get really strong winds we lose a few tall pines, and the usually take out power lines. That last sticky, heavy snow we had last month broke off several branches onto power lines and left a lot of folks without power. We used our back-up power for lights and just didn't open the fridges or freezers. We store drinking water and fill the bathtub.....oh oh! We took out our only bathtub when we put in one of those walk-in spa-and-showers. Now we have to use water stored in gallon milk jugs for the loo. We keep most of that water in the garage. Sorry, but there are just some things Willie won't do without at this point. I have a feeling, though, we may come to another "point" sooner than is expected. Only time will tell. Perhaps we will not be here, hopefully, when this system of things disintegrates. We don't talk about it much, as it's not conducive to our mental well-being.
    We were watching "Wheel Of Fortune" on the telly last night and with the letters WOO-B-RNING -I----A-E on the board, one of the contestants yelled out "Woodburning Microwave!!". After I LMAO, I thought, "Why am I laughing? That's embarrassing." I don't believe their kitchen would be a safe place to be. It was one of those pop-ups and both Willie and I guessed the answer before it had gone that far. You hear some wild and crazy stuff on those Quiz shows.

    It's getting lighter out there, so I'll make the Coffee and then let the babies out.

    Love is the answer

    Uncle Ben and
    Auntie Willie
     
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    My Kitchen Window..........
    This morning, just before the break of dawn, the dim light of early Morn revealed a small bird seeking sustenance from a leaf-strewn patch of ground beneath my kitchen window. I would not have noticed it's presence had it not have been tossing brown, sere and withered leaves in it's effort to find, perhaps, a bit of food, not frozen, beneath the insulating leaves. My coffee cup in my hand, I stood by the window, transfixed as the tiny bird moved the leaves of hickory, gum, oak and fig trees, some, four to five times it's size to gain access to, hopefully unfrozen ground below. Perhaps to find a few yellow grass sprigs and maybe some small bug escaping from the numbing cold morning air. Scratch and peck. toss another three or four leaves, scratch some more. Busy little bird..... I know not how long I stood watching through the kitchen window, but as the first rays of sunlight danced and played through the bare-limbed hardwoods to the East and caused a cackling in our henhouse I remembered my empty coffee cup and reached for the pot. The motion on this side of the glass did not go unobserved. Gone in a blur of brown was the object of my attention, leaving only the leaf-strewn, cold, frozen ground outside my kitchen window.

    Just something to fill an otherwise empty page. I think I might go back to bed. Willie's still there and......well.......oh oh, She's stirring.....Oh Well....

    Later, Mates

    Uncle Ben
     
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    Well written Uncle Ben, you had me there beside you for a while with such a rich description of your imagery. I have a similar window behind the kitchen bench and sink on the second floor where, if I look out I sometimes see a red-necked wallaby holding a windfall avocado in it's vestigial front paws, turning it as it nibbles off the soft bits, then fumbling and finally losing the juggle with the slippery inner seed. There is also an immature male satin bowerbird hopping around like a barefoot beachgoer on a hot bitumen car park with patches of black-blue satin feathers coming through the tattered green-grey plumage of it's infancy circling the wallaby to get scraps before flitting off to chase some old playmates or nest mates which are fast becoming territory rivals. The recent rain here after a prolonged drought has made the grass so green that it nearly hurts your eyes with clumps of puffball fungus, fresh red anthills and broad leaved weeds germinating like hairs on a cat's back. The background hums and rasps with the pulsing, yet harmonic racket of crickets and cicada adding to the symphony of different frog croaks and butcher bird carols. Nice to make the time to observe in solitude, feel alive and thankful and be part of your surrounds with a bracing mug of coffee and a slice of toast before the demands of the day need addressing.
    Should start a thread; What you see from your dawn window.
    Good health to you and Willie Ben,
    Hooroo.
     
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    Why, thank you Curramore1. May I call you Curry for short? Four degrees below freezing (28F) this morning. Willie was up before I was this AM and on her puter working on genealogy. She's an amateur genealogist. Half our living room where her computer is, is cluttered with newspaper clippings, large looseleaf notebooks crammed with family histories going back hundreds of years. She's traced my family back to Alsace-Lorraine, where one of my ancestors on my fathers side, a watchmaker, applied for and received a letter of safe-conduct across hostile lands to get to a port to leave with his family for the Americas. The letter conferred upon him Bourgeoisie status. On my mother's side my roots were traced back to a pioneer mother and Native American father. But, as they say, That's All Ancient History, lol.

    I've been attempting to get to town all this week for a few provisions, but something has detoured that effort for the last five days. Today's the day, so I'd best get into some warm duds and make a more concerted effort today. Willie likes buttermilk with my cornbread (you think, to cover the taste lol?) and we're out. Also coffee creamer and a few other niceties too numerous to mention. Mostly, she wants to go with me, but her neuropathy has been acting up, making it a chore getting out of the house. If that's the case today, I'll just have to go without her, though she gets "cabin fever" if we don't go somewhere fairly often. At least once a week.

    I watched the weather last night on the telly and Packo is getting a pounding, from what I could see. Rather unusual for this time of year. Methinks that Jet Stream has gone haywire. Both upper West and East coasts are getting the deep freeze while the Midwest is feeling almost balmy. That will be changing shortly, though as the "Stream" travels in an Easterly direction. We could also use a break from our below freezing nights. We usually are warmer at this point with the freezing stuff coming in around January and February. It's normal for the trees to start budding out about now, only to be nipped back with the late freezes. Our fig trees usually even have figs on when that freeze hits just low enough to cost the trees their figs and leaves. We could have two fig crops, but that last freeze gets the first one almost every year.

    Love is the answer,

    Uncle Ben and
    Auntie Willie.............Gotta go.
     
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    Call me what you may, my Father used to say : just don't call me late for breakfast". Interesting to see that Willie is an amateur genealogist, sounds like my computer space too as I am the custodian of all things ancestral in my family in Australia. I am about 90% pommy blood and the rest Irish. On my paternal side my GGGrandfather was born in a village in Norwich, England called Blofield in 1805 and was sent to Australia in 1835 as a guest of the Government for 7 years for borrowing a length of calico, a frypan and a tomahawk. In Aus he met his wife, a sponsored migrant born in Cork in Ireland. Probably about the time potatoes were becoming scarce. They were shepherds for a squatter in Casino after he gained freedom again in NSW Aust where they had 5 children, GGGfather died of cholera, my GGrandfather being the youngest child married a local born girl of British descent and then the population just exploded with my dad having about 150 first cousins and my Mum over 200 first cousins. I am probably more British than most modern poms!
    I can relate to the cabin fever when we get prolonged rain periods here, just go out barefoot and forage for mushrooms to get out of the house, or noodle about in the shed turning wooden bowls, sharpening tools or making furniture.
    The temp here is 19 C and blowing drizzly rain, foggy and overcast, the animals are all in the scrub sheltering from the wind. The humidity has fogged up the windows in the house and condensation is running down the insides. This will last for a few more days yet, the rain is welcome, the wind can bugger off.
    Thinking of what Pako is enduring ATM too.
    The first figs here are nearly ripe, about a week away.
    We are going to town for the weekly shop later today to get some delicacies as I am a bit tired of good, wholesome food and feel the need for a junk food splurge, you know, a Mars bar and a coke, or a hamburger and chips etc. plus to see a thousand strange faces instead of just my own in the mirror.
    Stay warm and dry.
     
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    Aye, Curry. It's getting harder to find old and forgotten relatives, as it's become quite a business lately and everywhere you used to find information from helpful sources they're wanting your eye teeth in return. There's still a couple places, one of them being the census bureau where you can get info for free, but after tracking down a GGrandmother's resting place they charged $45.00 for a copy of her death certificate, plus postage.

    Willie's tired and goin to bed and my poundin' on keys is keeping her awake, so I'd better close and shut this thing down for now.
    Pako, you're still in our prayers.

    Love is the answer.

    Uncle Ben and
    Auntie Willie
     
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    Uncle Ben , Singer, Songwriter, Poet and Good Bloke. Yes I love reading Bens stories and poems. Watching his arguments er sorry expressing his opinions lol. Yes Curry the wind can bugger off and so can the rain. I need fine weather to work otherwise no money for Christmas.

    I wish I could type as well as Uncle Ben and write some interesting stuff. I am just a one finger typer. Takes me ages lol.

    Uncle if Willie has some spare time my wife is trying to find information on her father who came to Australia from Scotland after the first WW she thinks. He served in Egypt in WW1 in the RAF. That's about as much as she knows. Ok my sweetie just gave me the hurry up.

    Grandsons birthday party tomorrow. I put together the old style peddle car I bought for him when he was born. He is old enough now. Looks great.

    Take care all
     
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    Thank you Brian and Curry. Willie would love to help you, but she's not able to do the traveling it takes to track down people in foreign countries any more. We both have been all over the world, but time has a way of settling folks down to a one day's journey (which keeps diminishing) limitation. There are sites which can get you started for a price, but when you get on these sites you, quite often, have to dish out for extras here and there and then, most of the time you run into cases where you have to take the trip to sort out headstones and addresses. There is, though, in this country a site called "Find a Grave" where people come in and post information about friends or relatives while others come in to look for information. Usually those looking for info will leave something in return. We may get lucky on the site....or not.

    It warmed up a bit and it was a couple degrees above freezing this morning. Cloudy and chilly outside with a hint of rain. Still waiting to see what that Jet Stream is going to do.

    I've been doing a lot of meal-preparation, and hope to become a better cook than I am. Most of the recipes on line are laced with stuff I'd rather not use, though I occasionally find some healthful ones. It got me thinking of my dear Mother, who could make the bare essentials into a tasty meal. God rest her soul.

    Momma never did a lot of measurin'.
    I never saw a cup with calibrations.
    It mattered not if she was makin' flapjacks
    or for the Holidays, that delicious libation

    When I left home I never found her equal
    on either side of the Mason-Dixon.
    There was always something special missin'
    It didn't matter what the cook was fixin'

    In my mind I watched, then emulated
    sometimes she hummed a tune while she was cookin'
    Something was always missing. I thought she must have
    snuck it in when I wasn't lookin'

    At last I came to Daddy for an answer.
    For Mom was gone, but he might set me right.
    He smiled and squeezed my hand, and then he answered
    It was love she put in every bite

    That was long ago but it's still with me
    and I realized my Dad was right
    There's something you won't find on any spice rick
    So don't forget the love in every bite

    Love IS the answer.

    Uncle Ben and
    Aunt Willie
     
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    Thanks Uncle my wife looked at those websites that you pay for. She said the same thing that you have to pay to get in then keep paying along the way.
    I love the poem. My grandson (3 tomorrow) cooks with his nanna. Yes a lot of love goes in.
     
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    I can relate to your poem Ben, my Mum always sang when she baked, give her a good batch of kindling and some well cut hardwood billets beside the stove and away she went, day in, day out, cooking for a tribe of seven kids, Dad, Grandma and a couple of ring in Uncles and cousins and a couple of neighbours kids who forgot to go home. We, of course had to provide the food from the garden, farm and the bush, keep the knives sharp, do the peeling and washing up. We all learnt her songs and recipes, boys and girls alike just by being there. Grandma was in her nineties on a miner's couch to one side and her job was to shell peas and top and tail beans and recite poems and talk to us about all our distant relatives and adventures of her youth in the late 1800's. Even though my Mum is still alive, she seldom is able to cook any more, this brings back special memories, especially at Christmas time, the boiled puddings hanging in cloth bags from the ceiling, Mum used to call them a "spotted Dick", home made ginger beer with sultanas in it, home boiled legs of ham with cloves stuck in the skin let cool in the cooking copper, wrapped in a cloth bag and hung in the kero fridge, pickled eggs and pickled vegetables, preserved fruit in Fowler jars, a fry up we called "hash" which people now call bubble and squeak here, marble cakes for birthdays, pumpkin pie with a heap of cinnamon and other spices, giant oatmeal Anzac biscuits made with butter, golden syrup, sugar and rolled oats with a pinch of bicarb soda., jam drops, pumpkin scones, cream puffs, ................. Mmmmm might have to cook a rum soaked Christmas pudding on the strength of all that now.
    Cheers Uncle Ben and Aunty Willie.
     
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    Now YOU'RE bringing up, with different names of items, old, near-forgotten memories. Willie and I often bring up and share happy, and not so happy times with each other. It's almost as if we've each lived two lives. I've been Blest to find, at my time in life, A partner who gives me unconditional love and supports my sometimes silly antics, both on paper and in everyday life. She never fails to tell me how lucky she feels, but I'm really the lucky one here. Her family now, is my family and her children are happy that she's found someone like me. Yep! Just call me Lucky.

    .........................................................................................MY DAY......................................................................................

    The Sun was bouncing off the wall opposite the East window when I was suddenly awake.I could tell it was past eight o'clock, as this is December and daylight comes after seven. I'm late letting the Chooks out, the coffee's not made and I've got a pick-up truck full of household trash that's been piling up since October I said I'd empty today. I rationalized that it wasn't that bad as it was thirty-three degrees (F) outside and warmer than that inside the Chook's well made house, Willie wasn't awake for her coffee yet and as for the truck-load of trash out there that was to go to the County dumpsters early enough to miss the long wait in a line reaching out to the road, Today being Saturday and all. It doesn't smell, as the compost pile takes care of the majority of "Organic" trash until the Chooks have their way with it, The garden gets the "good" parts of the daily newspapers and the Glossy pages and junk mail (sans personal info) are stacked in bags in the truck along with milk cartons, any plastics and tin cans that we haven't found, and are unlikely to find, a use for. So..There's nothing rotting in there. It could even wait for another few days. A wise man once said "Never put off 'til tomorrow what you can do the day after."
    Okay!! First things first. Take a deep breath....but don't wake Willie. Get dressed. It's cold out there. Take care of the Chooks. Freedom, Food, Water, and apologize to them for being late to Keep them quiet so they don't wake Willie. Don't worry about the paper yet. (it's a good hundred yards to the box) I can get that after the coffee's on. Next, the pick-up. Pull the truck around to the other side of the shop. Out of sight, out of mind. Willie will be waking soon. Straighten the kitchen. I forgot to take care of that after watching a movie with her that lasted 'til after midnight. Ahhh...Willie's still asleep. Coffee's ready. I can relax, pour m'self a cuppa and check the weather channel...........Oh Crap!! I forgot the paper.. What's that, Willie? G'mornin'. I'll be right.......Mumble......Mumble.....all the way to the box......... Oh! Double Crap!!..This the SUNDAY paper....

    Like turds through the toilet bowl so go the da................Oh well.
     
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    Willie thought someone out here might not realize that the double-crap meant that I'd lost another day in the week. Beside that, the dumpsters aren't open early on SUNDAY.

    We've been on edge awaiting Pako's condition report after the BAD, BAD storm that was more like a hurricane.

    Love is the answer.

    Uncle Ben and
    Auntie Willie
     
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    Benjy, i know about missing days or thinking one day is another, today feels like Monday. : ) no news other than I've finally finished one leg of a coding project and can now get on with the next steps.

    Best to Willie and the rest of the gang chookies and to you too of course. : )
     
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    Chooks are fine. The odd girl out still prefers to spend her nights in the bale house but she surprised me this morning. After all the birds had left the coop and spent their ten minutes at the trough, Wynonna came back around to the Chook door and marched right in and spent a good while in there. while the rest of the flock scampered up to the garden. Go figure.

    Pako probably has lost power over there on the west coast and any back-up power he has would be better used on survival than chatting with us, but we still are concerned. All we can do is pray for his safety and hope for the best. He'll contact us when he can, I guess.

    The days have been a few degrees warmer over here these past few days. I have to go start breakfast now, so take care

    Love is the answer

    Uncle Ben and
    Auntie Willie
     
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    I am still kicking. Just really busy. Try and get back tomorrow.
    Take care.
     
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    Just in case I get locked out again as I did this last time, who was the first to coin the word "permaculture"? and what liquid (other than water) is a swale supposed to collect? Before this site will send me the opportunity of getting a new password, these are two of the questions I'm asked to reply to. most of the time.

    We're glad to see you are busy as a Bee, lately, Brian. Kinda miss your convoluted humor, though. Ah, for the good old days of suspense, mystery and intrigue. Will they ever? How does he picture her? Will she let her guard down? Don't miss the next installment of "Through the Wormhole, Into the Cow-poop". Those were the Good Ole Days.

    On the other hand, I have another mystery. Instead of going to the bale-house yesterday evening, Wynonna was just sitting on the large cedar table just outside the big house. I opened the big door and tossed her in with the rest of the Chooks, as we occasionally are visited by night creatures that could make a meal of her, out in the open like that. Could it be that she is a racist and won't sleep with the Ozzies? Or, on the other hand, (she had warts lol) are my Black Australorps racist and , with slurs and impractical jokes, made her feel inferior to them? Hmmmm.. She hasn't spoken to me about any friction between the races, nor would she, being a noble bird of good breeding and all, but I do notice how she stays close to me when I'm feeding them, and even perched on my shoulder when I bent down to clean the trough. Guess I'll have to keep a watchful eye out for any trouble during the day. I believe I mentioned earlier that Missey stays outside, walking back and forth like a sentry before being the last to go inside before I close the door on them, all the while thinking that Winonna was inside with the rest of them. I'll keep you posted, but I have to go now to replace the water in my beans for their first rinse.

    Oh! I was on another section of this site earlier, and mentioned putting some beans to soak to cook tomorrow. Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. This cubicle still is as interesting as most.

    Love is the answer

    Uncle Ben and
    Auntie Willie
     
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    One more day of rain. The garden is still absorbing and storing. I have to admit, though, the area that hasn't been worked on below the long upper swale is running off into the road.
    It's time to do some extensive pruning, but the temperature this past couple of weeks has averaged above the freezing mark and there's still too much sap in the vines, canes and branches. I guess I should have taken advantage of that last deep freeze we had last month.
     
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    G'day Mates. Well the beans are done and, Wow.

    Oh the fire. Oh the burn. Oh this fiery thing.
    So many years have long-since passed, since I had felt this sting.
    For Willie's palate won't partake of the family capsicum.
    And for myself I never cook without her having some

    Last night I set the beans to soak. This morning set them boiling.
    I'd grown some Habaneros, which I froze to keep from spoiling.
    Willie mentioned, quite off-hand " Don't think I'll have the beans"
    I decided "What the heck". A slight change in cuisine.

    The beans had simmered all day long. They whistled "Gay Ranchero"
    Late this afternoon I added half a Habanero
    They were spicy. They were hot. I broke into a sweat.
    But pride wouldn't let me stop. I grabbed for a baggette.

    Butter Please, I laved it on. It soothed my flaming tongue
    I finished off the bowl and sighed, but the night was young.
    It was late when I felt the motion in my gut
    Just subtle little hint. Not what you'd call clean cut.

    first slowly. and, well, faster then, It told me what to do
    Don't let anything stand between you and the loo.
    Oh the fire. Oh the burn. Oh this fiery thing.
    So many years have long since past, since I have felt this sting

    And it's just as hot today as it was back then.
    And, perhaps, a little hotter....going out than coming in

    Enjoy the holidays.

    Uncle Ben
     

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