It's not that my life is being boring, far from it. I just don't seem to find time to do it. I'll be better, I promise.
So this week, we have had a Norse storytelling night at a local sound temple. It was great! Someone took a photo of us but now have no idea who took it or how to get it off them! D'oh!
We also came home from that to a lot of branches from a large Bushy Yate tree that had fallen over on the chook pen and dome! Yikes! Our Firey mates came over first thing and worked so fast that I didn't get a chance to take a photo of the downed branches, but here is the poor squashed chook dome with what is left of the offending tree in the background. It still has an equal number of branches to dump next time it feels like it. We may have to take it out totally before we bother fixing the chook pen. Sorry tree!
Here we are posed in front of the propped up remnants. It is working fine with a few additions of pillars inside, cut from the insulting tree branches themselves! Best news is that every single chook escaped that event unscathed even though they were all asleep in there when it went over!
|From L to R: Smutty, Fast Attack Brock, Dave the photo guy, Tigger (Jen), Thor and Blaze.|
(Yes, Smutty is me. Blaze is Andrew. We jokingly gave each other those nicknames after a particularly grubby fire.)
We called mum into the pic because she made us yummy cake!
Our favourite Lieutenant, Angus, was there too but he took off to walk his dog, Harley, before weekend scheds started, so he missed being immortalised. Here is his orange-clad backside hard at work, though, just to prove he was there. (Don't you hate bloggers and their cameras? :D)
As you can see, the fence took a beating as well, but the sturdy gate we put in some years ago with jack-hammered holes into the rock has stood firm!
Last week mum and I took a 'cut lunch and a water bag,' as they say, and did a big drive north and west of the hills to visit mum's cousin, Lorraine. A couple of other cousins came along too in Greggy and Cheryl, plus spouses and two second (?) cousins in myself and Lorraine's son, Andrew. We have a lovely family. So jolly and funny. Short, though. Definitely short.
My two new lyres are coming along. Both have now been clamped and glued and have their soundboards.
Yes it used nearly every clamp we had to do just one of them at a time. If you don't clamp a lot, you might get gaps.
Torc has also been trimmed of extra soundboard and sanded ready for the next stage, which is perhaps drilling the holes for the tuning pins, and for the tailpiece to attach to, or perhaps putting on the design. Not sure yet. The design for this one will, of course, be a boar to match its name.
|Rosie caught in the hole of the lyre while wandering by. Nice work, me!|
|All smooth and boxy!|
I swear to you, I've taken dozens of pics trying to get good ones of these little wrigglers, and it should be easy since they are forever underfoot, but I barely have even a half decent one. Baby rooster, not sure which one but quite dark so maybe Sir Grummore.
Baby rooster showing his growing hackle feathers and cute little puffy baby rooster tail. Looks smallish so maybe Sir Ector. I'm going to get them leg bands, because I need to see who it is who has been having goes at my feet so I know who ISN'T staying! (And who gets picked up and humiliatingly cuddled for his pains.) When you see the boys all together you can tell them apart, but not one at a time.
I met my sis, Jen, at a local cafe for lunch on Sunday. We were in the beautiful garden of Mojo Cafe in Mundaring, and it was lovely, including these adorable two lassies who were playing piano accordion duets for us. My fave tune was the one from the movie, Amelie. It always evokes whimsy, quirkiness, and happiness for me!
See you on Friday. (I promise!)