For quite some time I have had this strange and recurring thought… not founded on anything other than a passing observation (many years ago), but nonetheless one that left a big impression….
You see I think I’m too TALL to be a Grandmother (I must hasten to add that its not likely to happen any time in the immediate future… but I can’t see me getting any shorter between now and then).
I was born tall (measuring a neat 24 inches) and remain vertically endowed at an approximate 5ft10in. Now some years ago took notice of a statuesque, straight and slender ‘older’ woman who was out shopping with her grandchildren. She struck me for her well groomed appearance, but her height was completely at odds with the grandma role…… I know.. I know… that’s a massive generalisation and unfair stereotype. I just wonder if maybe it was because she appeared so physically ‘distant’ from the 2 little children ???
Anyway there isn’t much I can do about it …other than invest in a favourite armchair that will accommodate me at a child-friendly height to avoid towering over them at all times…..just thought I would share my anxiety :-)
I have to say the strangest and most interesting things pop into your world when you least expect them.
Here I was looking for articles on Marxism and the sociological perspectives of our current Health reform… when I fell into the vortex of the sociology of gossip instead.
Who would have thought that celebrity gossip could ever be considered an academic pursuit? Elaine Lui …. that’s who! So make a cup of your favourite, and click the link above, settle back to be amused and astounded.
The next time someone tells you to stop gossiping …tell them it’s your academic duty. And to think it all began with the ancient Egyptians …with “Who Weekly” etched in stone ….
Some of you may recall my recent mumblings about the odd behaviour of a bunch of unidentified, and somewhat nondescript birds. There they were, huddled together on the electrical cable high above the middle of the river, presenting me with a whole lot of unanswered questions… most of which remain unanswered (and forgotten… along with the birds).
That is… until today.
This morning as I crossed the river, I looked upstream where the sky was clear, the river still…and there was not a bird in sight. BUT when I looked to my left the fog was settled low on the water and the surface was littered with small dark creatures who appeared to be hiding in the thick of the fog.
Now I don’t know about you, but this makes me wonder what goes on in their tiny bird brains. So, you guessed ….I ‘googled it’ .
I discovered more than I care (or need) to know about bird intelligence… and while I now know that many are capable of counting… I still don’t know what this odd fog dwelling behaviour was all about (when clearly I would have chosen the sunny side of the bridge).
BUT…It’s Sunday night and no doubt the busy week ahead will mean that these big bird issues will soon be forgotten… along with the weekend.
eyebrows are a worry everywhere …see what the fashion pundits are saying
you heard it here first
(I always knew I was a trendsetter… I’m 50 Something but not dead yet)
(and if it’s not yet…wherever YOU are … trust me it’s coming :-)
I love living in a place where it’s perfectly OK to display one’s cultural or religious perspective overtly and safely, as long as they offend no-one. It’s what makes our country interesting and colourful….But I am completely puzzled and amused when the behaviour doesn’t match the message. Let me explain….
This morning I gave way to a large 4WD that was merging in the traffic. As I sat behind it I couldn’t help but read the bumper message …
‘Jesus is coming …are you ready? YOU MUST be born again’
Now I am not a practising Christian, but what the hell… it’s a harmless message and I felt special that it was speaking directly to ME (even if a little fear inspiring). Anyway, smiling to myself I continued driving behind this oversized ‘truck’ and watched as it swerved from one side of the lane to the other…then slowed to a pace well below the speed limit …and then sped up again. An erratic style, to say the very least, (my guess is that there was a telephone involved…but I have no proof).
It made me wonder if he was looking for his chance to be ‘born again’…sooner rather than later …??
After 15 minutes behind this ‘crazy-man’, the road widened and cleared so I had the opportunity to overtake and get out of his way … before one of us met his maker under tragic circumstances.
As I overtook, I was astounded to see the middle aged god-fearing driver look at me and vigorously raise his middle finger by way of a not-so-pleasant ‘morning greeting’ !!!!
mmm…. now that makes my wonder … should I have reported a stolen car?