KEEPING INSURANCES UP TO DATE AT CASSA CREAKINGBONES

It’s an annual ritual at Cassa Creakingbones to make a photographic record of our house contents for insurance purposes and today’s the day.

It’s the most boring photographic activity imaginable but in a worst case scenario where a claim has to be made, the proof of ownership provided by the photographic record is invaluable.

Of course there is no need to photograph bed linen, blankets, towels and the usual bits and pieces  found in households everywhere.

However, imagine trying to convince an insurance assessor that you still had all of your old vinyl LP’s, VHS tapes, and all of those CD’s and DVD’s stuck in boxes that you haven’t listened to or looked at for yonks.   Not to mention all of those shoe boxes full of old photographs, letters and christmas cards. Almost impossible without the photo record.

The same thing goes for all of those knick knacks in the back of the display cabinets, you know, the cup and saucer Aunty Whatshername gave your second cousin twice removed in 1952 who handed it on to your first cousin who asked you to keep it while their family moved to the North Pole. They have never come back. You can’t toss it away as they may miraculously return. You know the feeling.

Anyway today began with the books. They are in book cases everywhere, hundreds and hundreds of them, books that is, not book cases. I can’t bear the thought of reducing the piles. I’ve even retained my high school text books and a complete set of ‘Little Golden Books’ in French. I still can’t read them but my father bought them in a last ditch attempt to get me interested in a second language. I’m sorry now I didn’t even try. But they look good in one of the book cases.

On a positive note, it’s fun to adjust the white balance from room to room as we have both fluro and incandescent lighting, plus natural light. Then a bit of upward adjustment to ISO to facilitate hand holding and of course, changing lenses to cope with wide angle, micro (macro for non Nikon users) for the tea spoon collection, and of course a bit of telephoto work for the ride on lawnmower and the garden tools to save walking over to where they are still lying about where I left them yesterday.

Right now I’m sitting at my desk in my office, I’d just put the 20mm f1.8 Nikkor lens on the camera and photographed my reference books. The thought crossed my mind, what a great opportunity for  a blog about absolutely nothing of importance for Random Ravings From Downunder and this is the result.

As for my little reference library in my office, here it is:

THE OFFICE BOOKSHELF
                                             THE OFFICE BOOKSHELF

The desk you can see on the right of the image is part of quite a large L shaped desk which runs the length of a floor to ceiling window and then has a right hand bend and runs for another twelve feet. I’m an untidy bugger and need all the space I can get.  This image was made from my chair at the main computer. The one you can see on the right is the spare, just in case.

It’s a cosy spot, well lit, quiet, peaceful and conducive to thought, contemplation, and playing with Photoshop CC etc.

On the other side of the house, She Who Must be Obeyed, has her own sanctuary, equally full of goodies in order that her various pastimes can be attended to. The room is also full of relics of her days playing basketball ( International Rules) as she represented our State and also made the  Australian side.

After seeking permission to take my camera into her private domain for this blog, and not for insurance purposes, I was given express permission to photograph only the current stock of cotton and here it is:

PART OF THE COTTON STOCK
                                   PART OF THE COTTON STOCK

The workroom is complete with overlockers, sewing machines, an ironing press, and the shelves are full of patchwork patterns, knitting patterns and books of all handicraft descriptions.

Not to mention bolts of materials, rolls of wadding and backing fabrics.

Later today I’ll be permitted, under strict supervision of course, to photograph everything for insurance purposes.

After that I’ll record the firearm collection, the motor bikes( Harley’s of course) and all of the paraphernalia that goes with motor cycling.

Then there are all the other collectables and memorabilia one accumulates over two lifetimes. Will I finish today?

Not bloody likely.

THE FIRST POST CHALLENGE

Anne Murray of ‘The Main Focus, blog fame has nominated me to enter the First Post Challenge.

Part of the requirement for entry is to nominate five bloggers to continue with the challenge.

I think I’ve worn out my welcome nominating writers for this and that over the past couple of weeks so I’m going to refrain from casting the nominee net this time around.

However, it was fun looking up my first blog on our fabulous WP site.

It was 30th August, 2012 and I called my blog that day ‘Hello World’.

I’ve no idea what my writing was all about that day, why I chose to have a blog at all and now the blog has long gone from the WP archives.

Then for some reason, lost in the sands of time, I never posted another word until February 28th this year, 2015.

What prompted me to resume using my blog? I’ve absolutely no idea, but whatever the reason I’m so glad I did and I’m glad it’s now ‘Random Ravings from Downunder’  and not ‘Hello World’.

‘Hello World’ was the intro used by one of Australia’s greatest radio stars, John Laws, and I must apologise to the man with the Golden Microphone ( and tonsils) for using it. It was only now, typing this that I recalled John Laws opening his program on the great old radio 2UE Sydney with those two words. It’s been over twenty five years since I’ve heard his voice so I’ve no idea whatsoever why,in 2012 I’d use ‘Hello World’.

So there we are, a reprieve for all those not named today to carry forward the First Post Challenge and a thank you to The Main Focus for causing me to go back to 2012 on what could have been a voyage of discovery.

THREE QUOTES – ONE FOR EACH OF THREE CONSECUTIVE DAYS- DAY 3- AUSTRALIA

As previously mentioned, I was nominated by bCL Photography for this interesting challenge and I commend their bloggs to your ‘must read lists’. You will not be disappointed.

I’ve found it quite a job to search my memory for quotable quotes, with one liners being my  preference to save us all time. I’ve remembered quite a few risqué ones from my early army days but good taste means that now I’ve remembered them, I’ll have to keep them for the pub.

Eventually my memory went back to my primary school days in the 1940’s when kids everywhere were required to memorise the late Dorothea Mackellar’s wonderful poem, ‘My Country’.

After some deep thought I realised that I could still recite most of it and one particular stanza resounded in my thoughts.

Therefore, today’s quote is about AUSTRALIA, my country, and here is the second stanza, in full, from memory:

I love a sunburnt country,

A land of sweeping plains,

Of rugged mountain ranges,

Of drought and flooding rains

I love her far horizons,

I love her jewelled sea,

Her beauty and her terror,

The wide brown land for me.

I know that for most Australians of my generation, this poem by MacKellar sums up the love and strong patriotic feeling we have for Australia.

Please look MacKella up on Google and I’m sure you will all really enjoy her poetry.

At our local Naturalisation Ceremony held recently, the poem was recited in full by students from a local high school and it made me feel so proud that it is still alive and well in our education system.

I’ve really enjoyed recalling these and many more quotes and I thank bCL Photography for giving me the chance to share just three of them with you.

Here are my nominations for continuing this fun challenge:

Christopher Orr, I don’t have the map.

Priceless Joy, Beautiful Words, and

Ballinfoblog, Bali Info.

There is no obligation to accept. All you have to remember is to acknowledge your nominator should you accept the challenge.

Now it’s good night from me and goodnight from him.

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THREE QUOTES IN THREE DAYS – DAY 2- JUSTICE

I pointed out yesterday that I’ve been nominated by bCL Photography to post my three favourite quotes, one a day for three consecutive days and I’ve thanked bCL for the nomination.

Today posed a bit of a quandary quote wise and I thought hard and fast about it during the four hour drive there and back this morning to a meeting which lasted the whole of 21 minutes exactly, I kid you not.

Yes, I came to a conclusion.

No, you are incorrect, I didn’t conclude to tell the subject club committee where to gently place their AGM papers.

I concluded that today I’d have a bet both ways in the quotation department and suggest you take the decision which quote best fills the subject, JUSTICE.

Firstly, I was going to post the motto of my career employer:

‘Culpam Poena Premit Comes’. When translated from the Latin, it becomes,’ Punishment follows closely upon crime’.

However, as today is the shortest day, June 21st, I didn’t want you all wasting the daylight hours struggling with your Latin to ensure I’d got the translation right.

Accordingly I decided upon my real world favourite law enforcement quote, straight from the mouth of Jack Lord, better known as the famous Detective Sergeant Steve McGarrett from Hawaii Five O who continually directed his side kick Detective Danny Williams to, ‘Book him Danno’.

I’ve always thought that ‘Book Him…..’, has a much better ring to it that,’Place him under arrest’.

Of course, if the suspect happened to be female, these days I guess we would say,” Excuse me Madam but I must immediately take you into custody, please be careful of your hair style whilst we gently place you in the back of our sedan car for the short and comfortable ride to the nearest police station. Please fasten your seat belt’.

I must add in closing that I always remember McGarrett saying, ‘Take him down and book him Danno’. However my research  indicates that those words were never uttered during the series.

So in closing, here are the three nominees for today with the reminder that acceptance is not mandatory:

1  Beyond Beiruit

2 Juliar1 – Travelling Banana

3  Yan Balczewski – From Hiding to Blogging.

STEVE McGARRETT
STEVE McGARRETT
DANNY WILLIAMS
DANNY WILLIAMS

Hoo roo until tomorrow’s final quote.

THREE QUOTES IN THREE DAYS – DAY ONE

I’ve been dobbed in by that great blogger, bCL Photography to participate in the Three Favourite Quotes challenge, one each for three consecutive days. I just had to accept because bCL, not only produces fantastic images for our viewing pleasure but also has the gift of the gab and could sell refrigerators to Eskimos. I think I must have been an Inuit in a previous life.

Ok, here is my first quote and it is about perception.

‘The Moon’s a Balloon’.

DAVID NIVEN
DAVID NIVEN

David Niven,  3/1/1910 – 7/29/1983, was brilliant and talented British actor.

In 1972 in a memoir he titled ‘The Moon’s a Balloon’, Niven detailed elements of his early life.

It’s fascinating to contemplate how individuals perceive the impact of events and their personal thoughts, on their life’s travels and adventures and then to compare them with our own.

I’m sure we all have our own perceptions on whether, ‘The Moon’s a Balloon’. I certainly do.

So, here are my three nominees for today, they are all great bloggers.

Lucy Danvers -Fashion and Frappes

Leela – Girl Next Blog, and

HumaAg

Remember, there is no obligation, it’s just good fun and should you accept the challenge, remember to acknowledge your nominator:

Hoo roo till tomorrow.

OLD REALLY DOES MEAN YOUNG AT HEART!

I’ve come to the conclusion that many of my young friends and associates reckon that I’ve passed my use by date.  I’ve based my thinking on the fact that they keep emailing me images of so called oldies doing things my young mates seem to think are stupid, inane and out of step with proper adult, I think they are too polite to say ancient, behaviour.

Here are some recent examples:

FUN, FUN, FUN

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So, I’m plotting and scheming to come up with something to convince them they are totally wrong in their thinking, because Old really means having fun and bugger the consequences.

After all the motto of my principal motor cycle club is,’ Grow old disgracefully’.

THE ULYSSES CLUB BADGE
THE ULYSSES CLUB BADGE

In that regard I’d appreciate your ideas for something outrageous I could do. Please bear in mind that with morning temperatures here well into minus degrees centigrade , a morning barefooted, naked run around the block is out of the question. Until summer anyway.

So please, put your thinking caps on and help an old geezer plan to do something stupid.

AUSTRALIAN OUTBACK IMAGES

An old mate of mine has just returned from a six months round Australia road trip and he has sent me a real horde of images of places and things he and I are familiar with. I haven’t asked him yet for details of his camera and lenses but it’s on the agenda for when he and I get together soon.

I’ve picked a few of his photos so you can get an idea of what our outback is really like.

As one photo so accurately tells it, always be prepared.

I’m sorry he sent me so many photos because now I want to roll out the swag and the rest of the gear, turn off the computer and head out into the back blocks and really recharge the internal batteries.

Oh well,perhaps next year.

GREAT AUSTRALIAN OUTBACK IMAGES

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FASHION AND STYLE – SUITABLE FOR DINOSAURS? PERHAPS.

Last Sunday, in one of Sydney’s newspapers, the Sun-Herald, there was an article about the styles of clothing etc that people are wearing in the differing demographics of Sydney and its suburbs.

There was a piece in the article about the Sutherland Shire where I lived for many many years.

The Shire as it is known has many wonderful free public swimming pools and the State’s best  surfing beaches. A strong a surf culture pervades the whole of the place.

In my distant youth I was a ‘surfie’ and with my mates carved out our own piece of ‘turf’ on the Cronulla Beach. Of course things were different in the fifties. All that was needed to establish your own ‘turf’ was to regularly(meaning every available minute of every available day, rain, hail or shine) sit, stand or lie down in exactly the same place on the sand, with your enormous beach towel and the wearing briefest allowable swimmers.

That was it, no violence, no confrontations, just recognition that the particular bit of sand was taken, permanently.  The same situation existed on every beach around the country.

But back to the article in point, what really struck me about the article was that recently Lucy Danvers in her blog, Fashion and Frappes, wrote an interesting fashion piece with a similar youngish tribal sort of theme.

Now I’m not into fashion, could be described as a ‘dagg’ in Ausie terms but I though the Sun- Herald’s article would interest and amuse many of us, particularly Lucy Danvers so I scanned the article and here it is, from the Sun Herald of June 14th, 2015:

THE BANNER HEADLINE

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I hope you can read the print, it’s smaller than I thought it would be.

THE MARVELS OF SPACE AGE TECHNOLOGY AND ITS USE IN MOTORCYCLE WARM WEAR.

Last Saturday as I got ready to go out on the Harley I got out my super warm BMW Motorrad PCM ™ long johns to pull on and noticed what I assumed to be a long lost handkerchief bunched up in the lining over the right knee. Then I discovered a similar lump on the other leg. Then it occurred to me that there are no pockets in BMW long johns. Without cutting into the fabric there was no way I could remove the cause of the lumps. Therefor like any sensitive new age male would do, I left them in a heap on the floor to attend to when I got home.

And this is where the story really starts.

To paraphrase BMW’s promotional material, BMW Motorrad PCM ™ pants contain ‘Phase Change’ materials that regulate temperature fluctuations utilising the  properties of Schoeller®PCM ™ space age technology.

Their space age fabric contains paraffin capsules of minute dimensions that absorb body heat in a controlled fashion and works best in outside temperatures of between 5 and 15 degrees celcius. Ideal for our winter climate in the Southern Highlands.

Now I’ve used my long john Schoeller undies for many years and I can vouch for their efficiency, comfort and durability. I should add the caveat, ‘before you realise the garment has reached its used by date.’

Oddly enough, none of the tags, labels or other bumpf mention use by dates.

On my return home I grabbed the long johns from the floor, sat down, scalpel in hand and attempted to unpick the stitches surrounding bump number one. The stitching was designed to last forever and as my unpicking was not proceeding at speed I resorted to a quick scalpel slash across the fabric.  That was mistake number one because immediately following the cut, minute black sand like material spewed onto the carpet.  I jumper up with the long john in hand and rushed into the kitchen where the floor is tiled. That was mistake number two because I left a trail of the black substance in my wake. What a surprise awaited me inside the fabric sack though. I pulled just under two handfuls of the black muck from the interior space. Some of it was rolled into golf ball sized hunks and was damp to the touch. The rest was granulated and in differing sizes. Fortunately it was odour free. I consigned it to a plastic bag and got rid of it.

Next, prior to the return home of my significant other I rushed around the trail of evidence with the vacuum cleaner and removed all traces of my misdemeanour. Of course, later that evening I made a full confession. A stupid admission as it turned out. There was no visible evidence. Even the vacuum cleaner bag had been changed. My confession was totally unnecessary. Fortunately the Judge, Jury and Executioner thought it was humorous and recorded no conviction against me. Not even a bond or a small fine, not even a reprimand.

Just goes to prove that confession can be good for the soul. Or something like that.

Lesson learned, I waited for today to continue my surgery on the other leg and for evidentiary purposes made a photographic record of the event.

THE OFFENDING BMW SCHOELLER LONG JOHNS.
                 THE OFFENDING BMW SCHOELLER LONG JOHNS.

If you look closely you will see there are a few bulges around the knee on the leg to your left as you look at the image and also a small incision around the knee on the other leg. Note that all of these photographs were taken on the outside of the house.

The bulges are more evident in the next image.

THE TELL TALE BULGES.
                                           THE TELL TALE BULGES.

I’d just draped the long johns over the outside table and sliced into the fabric when my supervisor decided to get up close and personal.

MEET GINGER, MY EVER ATTENDANT SUPERVISOR.
               MEET GINGER, MY EVER INQUISITIVE SUPERVISOR.

Have a look at the next two images of the granulated, dried out Schoeller gunk.

THE GRANULATED       DRIED OUT SCHOELLER GUNK.
THE GRANULATED DRIED OUT SCHOELLER GUNK.
WHAT CAN I SAY!
                                                WHAT CAN I SAY!

It’s all turned out well though, I’ve Googled my nearest BMW dealer and yes, they have these marvels of technology in stock and with any luck, tomorrow, I’ll proudly possess a pair of newies, the purchase being fully approved by the Chancellor of the Exchequer.

Then, as soon as the intermittent rain stops I’ll be out and about to try them out.

The beauty of BMW underwear is that other Harley riders have absolutely no idea that you have gone outside the fold in an effort to keep warm.

That’s one crime for which I will never confess.

YESTERDAY WAS WONDERFUL AT CASSA CREAKINGBONES

Yesterday dawned below zero celsius with deep swirling fog. Initially I was disappointed with the weather because I had great plans for the day.

I’d psyched myself up that this would be the day I hopped on the Harley and would go for a bit of a fang.

Why did I need to psych myself up? Just before Christmas last year I had radical surgery for prostate cancer and, when I was leaving hospital my medical team said specifically,’ Keep off that bloody motor bike or you will do yourself a mischief.’

Since the surgery, the medicos all tell me I’m doing fine with a 99.9% chance of a full recovery, good news indeed.

During the past six months I’ve regularly ( that means daily)  popped into the shed and had a yarn with my Harley, given it an occasional pat and, you will be delighted to know, had absolutely no desire at all to give it a kiss.

But back to yesterday. By midday the temperature had risen to 14c and the fog had gone.

So, on with the leathers and the open face helmet, slip on the sunnies ,throw the leg over the bike, start up, into gear and off like a rocket.

What a hoot. I felt I had sprouted wings as I thundered through the twisties, gunned the bike down the straights and did the occasional rapid stops just to make sure I still had the knack.

How I’ve missed the thrill.

Physically and mentally I felt fine although I have to admit that an occasional feeling of apprehension did arise when I thought I’d overcooked it in some of the bends. Then I remembered that my Harley isn’t a sports bike and the odd wiggle mid turn is just one of my bikes characteristics.

I only made one mistake. I wore far too much bulky warm clothing and my leather jacket felt more like a straight jacket. However, it didn’t diminish my delight to be back on the road.

Riding a motorcycle is wonderful for the mind. All cares, doubts and worries disappear and your head fills with sound of the rushing wind, the noise of the exhaust, the fun of leaving tin tops in your wake and the simple pleasure of being in total charge of your existence. It’s absolutely mind blowing and wonderful, not to mention exhilarating.

After a round trip of 160km, about 100 miles, I arrived back at Cassa Creakingbones absolutely chuffed with myself. No aches or pains, just like old times. The past six months are just that ,past.

I checked the oil and tyre pressures, gave the bike a quick wash and dry, locked it to the concrete floor of its garage and then gently gently covered it up.

After coffee and some buttered banana bread with my Significant Other she remarked that now I wouldn’t be hanging around the house but be out on the bike at every opportunity. There is no doubt about my wife’s intuition, she knows what I’m going to do before I’ve even contemplated doing it. Who am I to argue with that.

HERE'S MY HARLEY, ALL READY FOR THE RIDE.
HERE’S MY HARLEY, ALL READY FOR FRIDAY’S RIDE.

Bugger, I’ve just hear the four day weather forecast. Would you believe the forecast for the next three days is rain. Everyone knows that you can’t get your Harley dirty so I’ll just have to stay indoors. At least I’ve got a good supply of polish.