little things

This pleased me. 

That windowsill has been waiting a long time to reappear above the sink. We did the kitchen up in 2006 and it's been absent ever since but we've been busy, okay!

This amused me.

I think the family might get a good laugh if I walked out with this on the forehead at breakfast. Maybe I could wear it po-faced into radiotherapy.

This motivated me.

If you think of something profoundly appropriate and stylish that I could screen print on my similar little table, it may well be done. I also like the black leggies. It is from the Cloth company.

This inspired me.

I must show these to B1 who is smitten with skateboards and modding everything that moves at the moment. They are hanging on my sister, Kath's wall as part of a larger collection. 

This makes me happy.

Here's another bit of loveliness on her wall. It's quite a large mixed media canvas she made with her children based on a children's book they all liked. Isn't it joyous?!

This tickled me.

We love our kookaburras (bad buggers) although they get a bit pushed around buy the cockatoos here. This fellow saw a window of opportunity while there were no kids and no cockies. He preened on the fence and dived in at least five times for a swim and a freshen up. They make such a commotion in the water.

Almost as much as they make in the trees.

* I have been a little artistica prolifica this week because I took up the challenge to join Blogtoberfest. (Thanks Mel and Cam!) This October is a big month for me with a birthday overshadowed by the end of this treatment junket. So I thought I'd give myself a little challenge- no cycling up Mt Cootha just yet. Just baby steps like climbing the stairs at the hospital carpark instead of getting the elevator and writing posts daily about nothing. I still can't figure out how to put the Blogtober button on my posts but you get it anyway!

The Day of the Kookaburra

See this adorable national icon- he of the cheeky grin and jolly demeanour...

Do not be fooled by his whacky larikin facade. He is just waiting to swoop down and plunder your snags in a whoosh of grey feathers and scratchy beak! Look! There he is up in the tree.

Run fast, small childerbeast, and flee the snatchy feet of Mr Laughin' Gear because he's going to GETCHA!

And your sausages...

...and your mother's fat pointer which apparently looks just like a sausage. I am serious! He swooped and grabbed my pointer finger then, realising it was indigestible, swooped away. Really! This is how people end up with stubby index fingers.

This pretty pink boy would never be so rude.

Put that pointer down, Ms V. He'll have it in a snip! He also went for the Dad's pointer and snatched the baby's sausage out of her fat grubby mitt as she was having a nappy change. Is there no dignity to be had? She can't say "kookaburra" so, in a most indignant voice she christened him "Bad Bugger!" From the mouths of babes...

Meanwhile, we are informed on good authority that these are the bones of a rabid cow shot by a rabid farmer. That may explain the rabid kookaburra. They are now posing as dinosaur bones in our garden.

Mother in law of the year came over while we were out and took down all the laundry and folded it like a professional laundry service! This greeted me at the front door. She's a saint!

This bad bugger told me he looked like the 'Goonies' of movie fame due to his eclectic clothing and colour choices, bow and arrow and hot scooter spin-out on the driveway when he got home.
In a year he won't be caught dead like this. Breaks the heart.