Saturday, January 31, 2009

Chocolate pudding fruit and carambola

Here's some pics of fruit just starting out - - the round one is chocolate pudding fruit, black sapote, or black persimmon - - Diospyros digyna.

The second much smaller fruit and the flowering shrub is carambola, star fruit, - - Averrhoa carambola. We've had to resort to hand pollination - the blue barred bees eat the flowers and the native bees and European bees don't seem to be interested and this fruit is from yesterdays hand pollination.

Both are well worth growing if you don't have frosts. There's nothing quite like either fruit - the chocolate pudding fruit tastes like the chocolate custard fed to babies and the carambola if it is left on the tree to go orange is honey sweet and tropical flavoured - and the amount of juice rivals a good mango. Both of the fruit when you buy buy them in the shops are a pale shade of what you can get in your own yard.




Thursday, January 29, 2009

Ronaldo, Ronaldo, goal! Go ManU

Little Cyrano (was Jethro but then we changed back) has now become Ronaldo whenever he plays with balls (he's losing his own today). He throws them in the air, heads them, kicks them, I've even see him throw one up and use his bum to keep it up or kick it to me.

He does this with dog biscuits too - which was a problem for the grandson. Grandson was chewing on something and enjoying it - the dog had thrown a biscuit in the air and it had landed on the kids walker and then straight into his mouth.

South of the border, down Mexico way

I was talking to She Who Must Be Obeyed about garden sites where the Mexicans were whinging about water shortages and how I'd suggested that they should move to where the water is or get their local politicians to build the infrastructure to pipe water from where there is water.

SWMBO then accosted me for starting my political shit stirring in an American country. She reckoned I should pull back and leave them to sort out their own problems or I'd get in real trouble.

ROFLMAO

I was abused, sworn at and hit when I explained the Mexicans I was talking to were Victorians.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

A little while back

A couple of Saturdays ago I walked from the shops at Moffat to the Surf Club at Dicky Beach for a Saturday lunchtime schooner. Just the one and it was very cold and very nice.

On the way I got to thinking if the parents of the two ten year old girls that were skinny dipping at the end of Moffat Beach knew what their girls were up to. Nothing wrong with it. They seemed to be totally enjoying themselves and oblivious to the many people walking the beach.

And round the corner over the headland I found the second white pointer for the year. LOL

White pointer is SWMBOs joke about women who go topless.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Honesty

Someone on a garden web site mentioned it was hard trying to be honest when you are faced with your garden going arse up because the politicians had decided two cups of water was one cup too many.

So I had a typographical rant:

honesty is a marvelous plant http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Honesty_(plant)

and as far as saving plants - why worry about honesty?

to grow a lettuce for sale in a shop takes 120 litres, in a garden it takes 20 litres. not many politicians want to hear that and no politician has ever been accused of being honest.

so long as you don't live near interfering old busy bodies go for it - - protect your garden, save your garden in any way possible - if this means hooking a hose up to your washing machine and running your washing machine all day every day - then do it

Australia isn't short of water. governments just won't spend our tax dollars to provide the water we want. There's enough water evaporating from the Ord river scheme each year to provide every drop needed in Australia = = = and there are the three or four "Ords" across the top end of Australia. Build a pipeline or build canals and let the world populate and use our deserts.

A scheme to send water from the Ord to Sydney and Melbourne can be built as a user pays system - - the users are the irrigators that build the canal and use the water to feed their families, towns, crops - -it can start with a 10km canal from the Ord - within three years that 10km will be fully populated and irrigated and funding the next ten kilometres. Each land buyer and irrigator buys their land fully irrigated with the only promise to fund the next ten kilometres. And the growth and speed of canal building will almost become exponential.

Australia's population would rise by 80 - 100 million within three decades and every person would be a farmer supplying the world with essential crops and eventually supplying our southern cities with a never ending supply of water

The same scheme could go from the Burdekin inland to the Cooper system and then on to the Darling and Murray systems

And if you think this is a good idea and not just some nutter pissing in the wind - email a copy to your local MP - even if you think it is just someone pissing in the wind have a look at http://www.aph.gov.au/ and find your local MP and let them decide if it's just a nutters idea.

Sometime soon we have to start providing homes for 100 million people from the Pacific and Indian oceans or they'll just turn up with no where to go - and providing irrigated deserts may be just the way to stop us being overrun violently.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

That was the week that was

Wednesday; Junky Jim is kicked out

EDITED

Junky Jim returns from his mommas to pick up T Mouth and the kid.

The house is empty so we rescue all of the little treasures that were hidden and return them to where they should be - on open display in our house.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Jethro

Our new pup - originally called Cyrano, has been re-christened Jethro.

I had a mate years ago who met his wife by pissing in her handbag. We had to keep him under close scrutiny whenever we went drinking because he would head under the tables and fill womens' handbags with his pee.

Jehtro aka Cyrano did this to SWMBO's handbag hence the name change.

first of the year

We live near two beaches neither of which is like Bondi except for the sun, sand, surf and terrorists. No boobs.

Our councils are the remnants of the religious right that Joh imposed on Queenland last century. We have people up here who get up in arms about a nudist groupd trying to find somewhere to be nude; the same people got a theatre production to drop a stage kiss between two women because it was lewd.

So there's no boobs on the beaches. And seeing one or two is a thing to celebrate.

A couple of days ago three young women were racing across the road in front of our local vet and one of the string ties at the back came undone. Bikini top goes flying into the air and red faced 14 year old doubles up and scurries to her mates to get the thing tied properly. Had a laugh which made the red face even redder.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

they came back

Tails between their legs begging to sleep on the lounge room floor again.

I can't believe it.

I was starting to enjoy life after three days of freedom.

Friday, January 9, 2009

A post without stress

Very peaceful couple of days.

Got a new dog - a cross bitsa male with fox terrier, chihuaha and something else in it. Six months old, playful as,should train pretty well. Called cirano as in de bergerac.

Bottled a home brew today, Pale Ale presumably as in the Indian pale ale. Set down to brew a Munich lager.

The home brew I'm drinking is delicious but me being me I didn't keep the name of it when I brewed and bottled it. The one before was I think a Manchester bitter - a terrible drop. Struggled through the brew because I'd hat to have to use it as shampoo or fertiliser.

Very very cheap to make a home brew too - - works out at about 38 cents fro a 750ml long neck. And considering the grog shops charge, methinks, about $3 a bottle I finally have something in my favour.

Chooks still laying, though we are down to just the one Sussex light - they are a problem breed, very finicky, poor layers and we've lost two from being egg bound. The Lohmans brown haven't stopped laying, 100 gram eggs each day. The two ducks, Indian runners, are a bit iffy with their laying just lately, but we were gettgin two rich rich rich eggs every day. Now its one and occassionally two but still nice to have them as a change.

This is what we have fruiting: soursop, lady finger bananas, feijoa, lemon, orange, chocolate pudding fruit, granadilla, buddhas hand citrus, and the pumpkins, tomatoes, egg plants, etc etc etc

The thyroid is still being treated with little pink pills. Lost a lot of weight which won't hurt but its a nasty way to lose it, even if the thyroid buzz is quite addictive.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

used

I'ved been used.

They're using. In my house. SWMBO found a fit.

Wish I'd have known when the police were here earlier today.

Anybody know the number of the cop shop around here?

forty minute tantrum

T mouth was screaming EDITED

Mouth from the south - me - yelled that they boy was only 8 months old, treat him like a baby and stop screaming and swearing at him

And it started


Throwing fans at me
Wobbling in her fat shirt as I grabbed her and almost snotted her - - if this had happened during my thyroid storm I'd be writing this from a prison cell. Didn't hit her. Let her punch me. Had to laugh. All that mouth, all that bravado and she hits like a girl. A ten year old girl. ROFLMAO

Anyway, the cops were called and gave her a dressing down for about an hour. Surprised me how long they went on for. Almost lost the baby to welfare. Almost lost her to a mental hospital.

and my political shit stirring has worked. wrote a lot of letters about housing changing their policy to allow the high needs people to be housed anywhere in the state, not just in the area they signed up in.

They're off to Goondiwindi next week.

Very pleased so long as nothing happens between now and then.

Monday, January 5, 2009

the other grandmother

car has a flat battery so the other grandma is forking out for a new car

fuck the car lady

get them somewhere to live other than my fucking lounge room

wham bang thank you mum

8 months old

screamed at
threatened
pinched because he pinches
smacked

heart is in threads at the moment

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Dicky Beach Surf Club

At Dicky Beach we have a small very profitable go-ahead surf club. Wonderful place to spend new years day.

A very nice place considering it was just SWMBO and me and a couple of friends from the club.

And then I stuck my nose in. The club needs some on line and live cameras. Or lots of them. The club patrols about three kilometers of beach and provides one or two state champions in something every year.

So I reckon they need cameras. Something to let the world know what a small Australian surf club does each and every day. We need cameras in the club house, in the park ourside the club house, on Moffat Beach, Currimundi Beach, the headland between Dicky and Moffat and of course on the Dicky Beach tower. And with cameras on the tower we can see the glory of the beach or the wonder of life savers in action.

A must have and a link will be provided here when it does happen.