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My Buddy Blacky

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This is not a picture of Blacky.  I don’t really have a picture of Blacky, other than in my head.  This is a picture of the best look alike from Google images.

I have no siblings.  An “only child” as I was branded.  For many, I was the lucky one, didn’t have to share my toys, clothes, room not even my parents.  I did feel rather special at most times, but it  wasn’t for those reasons above.  I felt amazingly special because I had the best parents.  I was their princes, angel and miracle. They made me feel that everyday and every moment.  Now as a mother of two, I know as a parent it doesn’t matter how many kids you have, each one is special and a miracle. However, I felt very lonely at times.  I wish I had someone to share the toys, clothes and the room.  I am pretty sure I would have been okay to share my parents too.

Then came Blacky.  I came up with that name all by myself.  My kids still tease me about this.  At least my dog was 95% black.  I had a cousin whose dog was called Goldie, but she was white as white can be.  And another who called their dog “Girl Dog”.

Blacky was a German Shepherd crossed with who knows what.  He came to us as a mangy looking tiny pup, but in months he was showing signs of being fed by well meaning Sri Lankan cooks.

Blacky went everywhere I went.  He was my body guard, my companion, my pal and my world.  Each morning when I left for the school bus he would walk up to the bus stop and after I leave he will go back home by himself.  And he will be there to take me back home too.

Along with the above duties, he was also a keen Gardner and an Aborist.  We had a great big fruit tree called Cherimoya.  He believed it was his duty to clean up these fruits as they fell down.  And in some cases he would speed up the process by jumping at them.

cherimoya

Never seen a dog who was so happy to eat a fruit.  I am not sure if it was good for him or not.  In those days in Sri Lanka, especially where we lived there was no vets, or any education in terms of bringing up pets. There was no books, no google.  We just fed them what we ate and did things that felt right.

I shared everything with Blacky.  Food, Secrets, make up. But I gave him chocolate as well. I had no idea that I was slowly killing my companion.  I am so sorry Blacky.  I wish you lived another 100 years.

 

 

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Summer Breeze??

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Summer Breeze – I am not sure where you find summer breeze, it’s not existent in Australia. Especially in Adelaide. Hot air, just wafts and extorts the last bit of moisture out of you, leaving you completely parched.

This summer’s so called breeze, becomes the blaze.  Even that scorching fire, goes looking for that bit of moisture.  The breeze before had taken that last bit of water, from the last living tree and the grass.  The blaze keeps moving, in search of that drop of water.  In anger it destroys everything on its way.

This is Australian Summer, year after year. I could never fathom those who claim that they “love summer”, and there are those who further describe their feelings by claiming “hotter the better”.  I can understand if you are from a place like England where sunshine is on ration and your summer doesn’t get to 45°c.  But the geniuses who utter these great lines are from Australia.  “Hotter the better”, mate are you cooked?  Hotter the better if you are deep frying chicken maybe.

Fun fact – Flies in Australia

flies on back

It is so dry, the flies stick to your clothes, face, mouth, eye … anywhere that they can find moisture.  There is even a claim that the Aussie accent came about because, the Aussies spoke with half their mouth closed.  To avoid swallowing the flies.

But have to admire the Aussies, with their “Too Easy” attitude there is an invention born every minute.

fly hat

Fly free zone hat.

Welcome to Australia.

by Uma

(not endorsed or sponsored by the Australian Tourism board)

Today’s Daily Post word prompt – Summer

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I loved her so much

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Uncontrollable rage, he is seething with rage

How could she?

I love her so much, I give her everything,

Yet she seeks another

She says she didn’t, she said “you are wrong this time”

I don’t believe her, I CAN’T believe her.

 

He enters the house, sees the two used glasses on the table.

His anger reaches another level

I hate you so much, I give you everything

and yet you seek another

 

Sitting beside her motionless body

He weeps,

still aimlessly striking her with that hammer

I loved her so much…

 

Word prompt : Aimless

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/aimless/

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City vs Country Life

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Arj’s First Debate.  My youngest Arj was never short for words. He was in Year 3, his first ever debate was coming up. The topic was given out, at the beginning of the week.  “City vs Country Life” and Arj was for City.  This was all new for us.  Not sure if he was nervous, but I sure was.

Three on each side.  He is the last speaker.  I am going to be in trouble for embarrassing him, I was supposed to hold on till he turned 21, but hey I am the mother and I am allowed to.  He looked super cute, behind that desk.  His short legs barely touching the floor.  Cheeks brimming with a smile.  Best thing about that cheek is that brimming smile.

Arj was relentless.  He had an answer for everything,  No surprises there.  But it was when he said “city life is relaxing because in the city you have massage chairs”

City won.

Now, I have to pray that he doesn’t read the blog, else I will be moving to the country.

Today’s Word Prompt:  City

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Mountains of Ipoh

20131208_091638Today’s daily word prompt Mountain

My brain got into gear, Mountains…  Am I in the mood to muse metaphorically or should I tap into my love for the nature.

Nature.  Many mountains made an appearance in my thought.  At the end Ipoh got the vote.

My nephew was getting married and the bride’s family was from a town called Ipoh in Malaysia.  First time I’ve heard of Ipoh. Ipoh didnt suffer for my ignorance. It is just a fact that I didn’t know Ipoh and Ipoh didn’t know me.

What would we do without Google Maps and TripAdvisor.  Well for starters , Columbus would have had better luck finding India.  Anyway getting back to finding Ipoh, found out that it was a good 205 Km’s from KL and 156 Km’s from Penang.  We decided to fly to Penang and hire a car and drive to Ipoh ourselves. For those who are thinking what a great idea, just reverse, keep going and  now, park that car back in the driveway and walk away, just walk way.

Just passed the bikes coming on the wrong side of the road, some chocks,  a dog, I think that’s a cow, phew we have made it to the Freeway, should be easy now, Nope there is a young guy driving like a lunatic, wait he is the Police.

 

Chaos became rather norm after awhile.  Not that we will think of driving again in Malaysia, but glad we did it (at least once).  Such a beautiful country side.  Gave us the opportunity to take it all in at our own pace. We get to the Penang/Ipoh bridge, I am looking for another word for breathtaking, clear blue water on both sides, gently ebbing and mountains on the horizon, clouds just caressing on the top.  We all went “Wow” at the same time and then just silence.

penang-bridge-road

None of these photos do justice to the image in my memory.  The mountains you see in the distance, as you near them, it becomes evident that they are of a dome shape, big, ugly and dominant.  You feel the presence on both sides.  Light rain, it was still beautiful.

Unusual place to admire a mountain.  But I guess that is the beauty of nature, when you are preparing for beach and mangoes, there pops a mountain.

Written in response to daily word prompt https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/mountain/

 

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Fifty and I know it…

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Fifty and a day old.  Don’t feel any different.  But there has been a gradual transformation. Embryo to Fifty !! Pretty good effort on my part.  Mum had five miscarriages.  I said none of that, I am COMING, here I am ready or not.  Well not exactly those words.  But that’s what I did.  Born a survivor, I am still here kicking and screaming,  time to time, I had to keep reminding the man up there about it. (it could be man or woman,  I have no issues with either sex as the god).

Embryo to Now, pretty big transformation.  Body. Mind and Soul.  Caterpillar, cocoon to a butterfly. (I think, I got a bit ahead of my self there.  So I may not exactly be a butterfly more like a moth).

The core of me is still there, but the mind has gathered more thoughts, freedom, compassion, empathy along the way.  Transformation has been slow, but it has happened.

No Regrets.

written in response to today’s daily word prompt

 

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How Embarrassing

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(Today’s daily word Prompt – Embarrassing)

Nope.. Nothing,

Mmm  that is pretty embarrassing

Started with gusto, but total blank

Keep going to back to the tv series Embarrassing bodies and trying get that out of my head

Woman with the big boobs, Nope not going there, If I have nothing good to say, shouldn’t say anything,

Ok then, nothing it is

 

 

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Storm or a Flood

Northern Tasmania Faces Severe Flooding As Storm Weather Hits
DEVONPORT, AUSTRALIA – JUNE 06: Volunteers in kayaks help rescue the surviving cows and bulls which were washed downstream when the Mersey River flooded on June 6, 2016 in Devonport, Australia. A flood watch is in place for all Tasmanian river basins after parts of the state received rainfall in excess of 200 millimetres. (Photo by Heath Holden/Getty Images)

It rained and rained, the wind picked up, and more rain.  Rivers filled up and the sea arose, Bridges overflowed and roads disappeared.   It was the great storm.  Now the houses are flooded and the farms too.

Storm ———> Flood

Ring, ring

Hello ( Male Voice with an Indonesian accent)

Hello (Female Aussie accent)

Is that you Rhonda!!

Yes Ketut, I am on top of the roof

Is it the sunrise?

No Ketut, it’s the floods

Sorry Rhonda we dont cover floods only storm

Click!! ( should not really be a click, not hang up sound should be a dis-connected sound not sure how that goes, more like Gnnnnn…… )

 

My non Aussie readers would not really get what I am getting at.  Terrible floods everywhere in Australia at present.  Tassie is being hit very badly.  Many have lost everything.  But as usual the Insurance companies would squirm out of paying.  Apperenty they will pay if its a storm but not if it is classified as a flood.  Rhonda and Ketut are Characters from a popular Insurance company Ad that most Aussies know about.

there is a series of these ads just giving you one of them, for a taste

Today’s word prompt – Connected

 

 

 

 

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Childhood Amid The Tea Fields

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What feelings does today’s word prompt Childhood invoke in me?? Obviously my amazing childhood in the Tea Fields of Sri lanka.

For most, Sri Lanka would mean, Tropical climate, hot and humid. Well, true for most parts of the country.    The pearl of the Indian Ocean, the island called Sri Lanka has it’s Paradise set in the middle of the country.  As you travel to the middle of the country, the upcountry as they call it, you are in awe of this pure natural beauty.  With it’s typical English weather, light drizzle, Pine trees (instead of Coconut trees) and waterfall.

…..

misty ne

 

waterfall

Lush green tea fields, light mist popping out of the mountains, it is barely morning, all the little ones rugged up in jumpers and beanies, we await for the bus that takes us to our school.

This is no ordinary bus.  This bus journey, the whole experience is not the norm. This bus is owned by TRI (Tea Research Institute).  And this particular journey in the morning is just for the school kids of the TRI staff.  Somapala on the wheels and Peter (late) as conductor our parents put the trust and confidence in the two gentleman to take their precious angels to various schools in NuwaraEliya. The bus drops us in the respective schools and awaits in NE until end of school.

Driving in the hill country is not for the fainthearted, nor for the  Colombo cowboy in the flash car.  The roads are very narrow and set right on the edge of the cliff. Add to that, a thick fog makes it a very challenging drive.  But for all this unlike in Colombo or any other part of Asia, not that many accidents, but almost all prangs have been fatal.  These drivers here are extremely skilled and very professional, hence the infrequency of accidents.  They know that there is no room for error, a small error in judgement,and you are at the bottom of the cliff, looking straight at the doorsteps of judgement day.

 

My play area on the weekend was my dad’s Lab – Bio Chemistry Department.  I swapped beakers and centrifugal machines for dolls.  My Utopia.