Friday, February 27, 2009

Smoke gets in your throat...

... and your landscape.


This is the latest map of the current status, as you can
see, we've been having quite a time here in recent weeks.
And it's not over yet.




For some reason, and I can't remember why now, but
I took the above shot from the corner of my office
building. You can see the 'Dandenongs' in the background
with their TV transmitters, and the foothills in
the foreground. They're a part of the 'Great Dividing Range'
which, if you were to follow them, you'd end up in Queensland
in one direction or South Australia in the other.
There's towns (or villages if you prefer) dotted all through those
hills, and of course there are many thousands of people too.

The 'Dandenongs', or the nearest part to where I was
standing, are less than a half hour drive and the foot
hills start just up the road. Two people in my office live
up that way, one in the quaintly named town of Upwey.


Here's just one of the residents under threat of fire;


If you followed the hills around to the left
just a little way you'll get to some very devastating
sights as a result of Black Saturday. But there's also
been fires just on the other side and to the right of the
'Dandenongs' many of which are still burning.

The fires aren't limited to just this region of course,
there have been some devastating losses within about a
two to three hour's drive from here too. I have family
in at least two of the burning areas, one family barely
escaping with their lives and my sister keeping a
vigil for the last two weeks in her region.

Why am I writing this when I said there'd be no
more...? Simply because it's not over yet,
we're still enclosed in a burning ring of fire.

The pic below is roughly from the same position as
the one above, I took it half an hour ago.

The 'Dandenongs' are still there under all that smoke somewhere...
I hope.


Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Getting a breast of things...


I was shopping for a bed recently, a futon style to be exact,
and it was the weirdest shopping experience I can ever
remember having.

I had done my comparative shopping, you know, been to various
outlets and looked at styles, prices and quality. I found one place
that called itself a futon factory, however I could see that they
assembled them rather than made them, but they had one bed
in particular that I liked.

I continued on my price quest and a week or so later I went back to
the preferred outlet to make my purchase. The owner, the guy that
I had spoken to on my previous visit, wasn't there but his
Sister-In-Law was. This was a family business. Anyway, I
walked in to the showroom and made it known to the lady of
about mid to late 40s, what it was I was looking to buy.

Now I have noticed in the past that some people, and in particular,
women, will sometimes place their hand at the nape of their neck or
the top of their chest as they talk to you as perhaps a subconscious
gesture of sincerity.



This kind of hand placement doesn't tend to stand out as
being unusual and quite often we don't really notice it. It
must register subconsciously with us, but that's usually it.
On this particular day, with this particular woman, her
particular hand placement made me quite uncomfortable.
I couldn't believe what she was doing... it distracted
me a little and intrigued me a lot.

She cupped her breasts... with both hands no less.


That's right, just like the pic above... (not actual photo of actual
woman doing actual breast thing)

And she didn't just do it once as if she'd forgotten where she was and
absent-mindedly put each hand fully over each breast... and I mean
she actually had a hold of those things... she did it numerous times.

What was happening...? Was I seeing what I thought I was seeing...?
Was my mind playing tricks on me? Where's the hidden camera?

Well she just kept on grabbing her boobs every time she made a
statement. I could see by her stance and the rest of her body
language that this gesture was in support of a general
demeanour of sincerity... she was being genuine about what
she was saying... speaking openly and honestly.
You know, 'hand on heart'... wait a minute, maybe she
had two hearts. Nah that's silly.

In a past life I worked in top end furniture sales, I know all the tricks
of the trade and how customers can be 'seduced' by a golden tongued
sales Bear person to part with their hard earned cash to make a
purchase whether the customer wanted the item or not.
But I'm way to smart a Bear to fall for any such tricks.

So I made my purchase, arranged for delivery and got out of
there quick smart.

The delivery came about a week later, my bed is assembled and
working fine, and I am quite happy with the result. Except for
one little thing... for some unknown reason I signed a sales
docket for TEN beds... of which I now have nine to dispose
of... not looking for a good futon going cheap are you...
hmm?

Monday, February 23, 2009

Art imitates life... or does it predict it?


This is SO close to reality that it scares me...



(A clip from a popular Aussie TV series of the mid 1990s)

MUTE MONDAY: HISTORY... of the world.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

In Mourning...

The Black Saturday story needs not a sequel
As we rally today to mourn all that was burnt
For the bush, the animals, the landscape and people
I pray we can say, "From this we have learnt"



Bear

Friday, February 20, 2009

Just peeking in for now...

I'm sorry that I haven't been around for a little while
but I've been a rather busy little bear. Which often
leads to a rather tired and sometimes gruff little bear.

Now this blog's not that good at the best if times, so it
doesn't need the postings of a tired grumpy tubby bear
to make it any worse.


But I'm glad to say that I've been with a lady that always
allows
me to see things from a different perspective, she
always
presents a picture that one can't ignore and thereby
gets
me out of the dumps... that's right, I've spent time with
Mama Bear.

Therefore there's a couple of posts coming your way.

Yippee?






***P.S. The one that really gets me through everything is Butch***


Sunday, February 15, 2009

A slow plane to Perth...

I flew to Perth today... 2720 kilometres (1700 miles)... which usually takes about 3 hours and 45 minutes flying time.

However today it seemed like it took an extra 2 hours and 45 minutes to get there.


But then the in flight movie was Australia.


(just saying)


Saturday, February 14, 2009

Valentine's - Hour 24

Butch...
In every hour of EVERY day,
in every moment, in every way,

I'll devote my life to you.




I love you.


Bear.

Valentine's - Hour 23

A future with you is all I see.

Valentine's - Hour 22


I only have eyes for you.

Valentine's - Hour 21

Your love places a silver lining around everything.

Valentine's - Hour 20

Our hearts beat as one.

Valentine's - Hour 19

You're more precious and delicate than glass tulips.

Valentine's - Hour 18


...I have much to say.

Valentine's - Hour 17

I don't always need words.

Valentine's - Hour 16

My words do fail me...

Valentine's - Hour 15

"Lovey dovey all the time..."

Valentine's - Hour 14

Your love whispers to my very soul.

Valentine's - Hour 13

Life with you is a garden bed of flowers.

Valentine's - Hour 12

You're the spoon to my tea.

Valentine's - Hour 11

I'd like to stroll through life with you.

Valentine's - Hour 10

You're the icing on my cupcake.

Valentine's - Hour 9

You have a very sweet heart.

Valentine's - Hour 8

I love your tender passion.

Valentine's - Hour 7

You give me butterflies when you're near.

Valentine's - Hour 6

My heart is full of love for you.

Valentine's - Hour 5

You have a special place in my arms, on my shoulder.

Valentine's - Hour 4

My love for you so tender.

Valentine's - Hour 3

You're the core of my existence.

Valentine's - Hour 2

...it can feel like something is missing from my heart.

Valentine's - Hour 1

Although lonely sometimes...
with you in my heart, I never walk alone.

Valentine's - Hour 0

I get so very sad when I'm on my own.


Thursday, February 12, 2009

My portrait...

I decided it was time to get my portrait done...

Never had one done before so I wasn't sure of the protocol, or even if one got dressed up for it any more.

I didn't want just a plain old picture of me... I wanted something a little more classy. That meant choosing my outfit very carefully too.

I can be quite the dapper bear when needs be, so I dug out my classy suit and off I went.


Here's how I presented myself...
Now is that class or what?




And here's the end product...
Now that, my dear friend, is art.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Burnt out...

We must learn from this tragedy.




A respectful retreat.

I'm not being insensitive or unaffected, I do have family that have lost everything and barely escaped with their lives, my sister's region is still burning and thankfully they are out of harm's way for now. It's just that things are happening on the internet, in blogs and blog comments and in the general media that are leaving a bad taste in my mouth.

My dear friend Angel, has this post that sums up, in words that I don't normally use but are quite appropriate in this case, the kind of thing that I'm talking about. What is it with some people?

But my pet peeve is the way that a TV 'current events' show, that essentially consists of an anchor person at a desk introducing stories submitted by 'journalists' and throwing to add breaks in between... sets itself up 'on the spot' and becomes a TV 'current events' show, that essentially consists of an anchor person standing in front of a tree (a burnt one if possible) introducing stories submitted by 'journalists' and throwing to add breaks in between...

Can someone please explain how standing there with ingenuous concerned looks on their faces makes it all that much more credible? Which of course allows them to dissect and give opinions on everything that they know nothing on. Now they're experts because they have a hat and safety vest on? Please, even this bear of little brain is smarter than that.

It's time for me to move on...



I'm not leaving the devastated victims behind, they will not be out of my heart and thoughts, they will still be of great concern to me... but I will be making this my last post on the subject.


I hope you understand.


Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Rally round...

I hear that it's good luck to catch a Leprechaun, or to have a trapped Genie in your possession... but when it comes to Aussies you don't need to restrain one to get a wish or two granted.

A dear friend of mine in Brisbane, Queensland, where, by the way, they are suffering their own crisis with flooding, has emailed me with the following response to an email I sent out to my interstate friends.


Hi Bear,
Just a quick note in response to your email yesterday about Victoria’s Bushfires ... I'm so sorry to hear of your family's loss, and glad to know that they escaped relatively unharmed... I feel pretty helpless as people usually do in situations like these... especially when you are at a distance. Money and all that helps I know, and that I have done through the Red Cross, however I was thinking.......

If your family, or anyone else that has suffered, known to you or your family, need to get away for a while for any reason at all, now or in the coming months (to recover / de-stress / chill-out / holiday ... whatever) I have a 4 bedroom house and there is only me here (& the 2 cats). I am South Brisbane and the Gold Coast is no distance away.... I really mean it Bear ... my house is open to anyone who needs a break... Email or call me any time...

Lynette.



As I'm sure is repeated all over the world in times of terror, war and natural disasters... one is rarely left to struggle alone.

So I'd like to thank all the Lynette's of the world.
Without your love, thoughts and selfless support this tragedy would be so much worse.


Monday, February 9, 2009

A brain sizzler of a day...


On Saturday when the worst of the weather and the bushfires were raging, the temperature hit 47 C (117 F, for those still using old money) in my part of the world.

I was at my old house, the one that I'm vacating, taking care of the last pieces of furniture and generally cleaning up. Even though the new owners are bulldozing the place to build afresh, I felt I should leave the place as spic and span as I possibly could. I know... but I'm 'anal'.

Anyway, as it was SO hot and uncomfortable, I kept worrying about MB (Mama Bear) and whether or not she had switched the air conditioner on as I had instructed. I was also concerned that she didn't switch it to heat as she had once before "...because it's a lot quieter on that setting."

So at one point I decided to head to MB's and check on her.

As I drove up towards her house I could see that she was outside... today... of all days!!! What on earth is SO important that she needs to be out side on a day where one could almost fry one's brain if one wasn't careful and wearing a hat.

As I turned into the driveway I glanced across the yard and saw mum scuttling along the path and up the steps to the front door, and disappear inside the house. But something about her caught my eye as she scooted along the path in full sunlight.

In the short time I saw her I couldn't quite pick what it was... but something looked different about her... she seemed to radiate light from her silvery grey hair. I wasn't sure what to make of it, and just thought the brightness of the searing sun was reflecting straight into my eyes from her rather thinning but quite reflective hair. Which will be a comfort if she ever goes wandering the neighbourhood streets at night.

When I got inside, I caught up with MB as she was leaving the kitchen and heading down the hallway.

Me: What were you doing out in this heat?
MB: I was putting some rubbish out in the bin.
Me: (Not wanting to repeat a recent discussion... but I had to say something) But you'll fry your brain out there today if you're not careful.
MB: (Rather tersely) I'm not stupid... I was wearing a hat.

Now I knew for a fact that she did NOT have a hat on. And besides, as she told me about the hat, she pointed to the kitchen table in that way she does when she's referring to something. She points to it. Well I also knew for a fact that her hat, the only sun hat she owns, was not on the table.

Me: (As I turned towards the table) Where, there's no hat on the table.
MB: (Quite angry, the way she gets when I question her sensibilities) There... (pointing) right there on the table.

And with that she turned and huffed off. I looked again but there was no hat. There were other things, like grocery catalogues, her collection of too many plastic shopping bags and a calendar that she constantly checks and uses as a memory jogger. But no hat that I could... but wait, what's that...?

Just then MB walked back into the kitchen and no doubt could see the puzzlement on my face...

MB: (Picking something up from the table) I'm not so crazy that I'd go outside on a day like today without protection from the sun.

And she picked up what it was, that I hadn't seen,

"There... satisfied?"
A clear plastic shower cap.

Well yes I am satisfied... it explains the bright reflection as I drove up.

But what part of her addled mind tells her that a clear shower cap is the perfect protection from the blast furnace conditions outside. I'm surprised her whispy silver grey hair didn't sponteniously combust.


Well I'm sure you can recall that old saying:

"If the shower cap fits, wear it."




Australia...

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,

Of ragged mountain ranges,

Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror -
The wide brown land for me!


My Country
(excerpt)
by
Dorothea Mackellar
(1885 - 1968)