Monday, 6 February 2017

Kaos

I get to the party and I am loaded up with presents, champagne and hot food navigating through the house between 3 poodles, kids and an obstacle course of coffee tables, chairs, and a long table assembled together with a collection of smaller tables placed in a walkway spilling out into the already crowded lounge room.

So I make my way to the kitchen, intact balancing the hot dish on my arm and hanging onto the champagne for dear life after having offloaded the present to the hostess. Standing room in the kitchen is about a little over 50 cm square from bench top to bench top and when I arrive it is crowded. I get bailed up by a couple I haven't seen in years and proceed to start a conversation amidst the chaos. The hostess offloads the hot dish and I am desperate to pop the champagne and I have suddenly launched into a spirited conversation with the couple who I haven't seen in a while. The bloke is eyeing off the champagne cork concerned I don't take out his eye in the process of popping it or worse take out the overhead lighting. People suddenly stand clear.

In the meantime the bloke whose been eyeing off the champagne cork accidentally spills his glass of red wine all over his white shirt and hastily elbows party goers out of the way to reach the sink in the kitchen to get water and sponges to soak up the stain.

There are plastic champagne glasses and wine glasses available which are badly constructed as the bases keep falling off and they are very unstable to drink out of.


I grab a more stable plastic glass, the champagne and I grab the hostess since it is her birthday and I want to pop it in her honour and we go outside to minimise any damage to people, light fittings or kids - success, the sweet sound pops signalling good times and celebrations. The hostess presents two unstable glasses to fill up. The one stable glass I found has been cast aside.

Reluctantly I take one of the unstable glasses and I wish the hostess a very happy birthday. We go back inside where the kitchen is now overflowing with guests and still more people arrive with food to put into the kitchen.

The flow of party goers moves out of the kitchen to make way for the newcomers and spills out into the lounge room, where we navigate around the long table assembled with a collection of smaller tables and move around coffee tables and poodles while kids run through gaps made by adults and chase one another into the other parts of the house.

We all shuffle around, keen to shake off that awkward feeling I'm sure many readers can identify with. Small talk prevails while the hostess buzzes around adding more presents to the pile of gifts precariously sitting atop of one another where one slight movement at any moment would see them tumble and fall over the lounge room floor only adding to the frenetic atmosphere.

There is a quiet lull in the room as party goers leave to go elsewhere in the house and the bloke who spilled red wine all over his shirt tries desperately to disguise the stain by crossing his arms across his abdomen but realises he can't hold the position all night and after speaking with his wife, he gets up to get his jacket out of the car.

In the meantime, the room is quite calm and fills up again with people. I encourage party goers to sit in the lounges and as I wave my arm, I spill portions of the champagne on my shirt. I race to the kitchen and get behind the bloke's wife who has also got up and is getting a refill. I laugh and say 'I'm not stalking you,' and she laughs and says those glasses are really unstable. She moves to one side as I announce I am after a sponge.

After this, I dig around the kitchen cupboards and find a stable glass and pour a rather large glass of champagne. I make my way back into the lounge room where poodles and coffee tables block my way so I retreat, go back through the kitchen and find a chair on the other side of the room and sit on it.

Success, I have a solid chair and a glass of champagne which is not spilling, I relax and finally start enjoying myself. However, it is short-lived as the hostess announces we are all going outside to eat and there is commotion as the large table which I am sitting next to has all the food taken off it with the tablecloth removed revealing a series of smaller camp style tables which are upended and folded up and taken outside to be set up.

We all make our way outside and happily chat as the tables have food added to them.

Anyhow, the hostess calls out ‘time to eat,’ and I put my glass on the table which is slightly angled on the down slop, however I place it firmly in the middle of the table believing it to be quite stable.

Just as I fill my plate with food, I am chatting happily with the hostess and suddenly the glass goes flying as one of the younger guests, sitting on a computer chair swirls around on it, upsetting the table and there is the sounds of glass shattering.

The hostess swings into action armed with a dustpan and broom states that everyone needs to keep away because it is glass. Chairs are moved to block kids getting through and the hostess sweeps frantically.

By this stage I am cringing but retain composure and sit eating and carry on a conversation. After a while the hostess too sits and eats and for the rest of the evening there are no more dramas.

Friday, 19 February 2016

Fire and Flood - Vance Joy

Fire and Flood was released in 2014. I didn't realise that this was an Australian singer until I did some research. There is awesome talent in this country, with influences from a range of singers, both international and home grown to create wonderful diversity in harmonies and lyrics.

I'm not really sure of the meaning in this song but I simply like it. Here is Fire and the Flood...


"Fire And The Flood"

I was only walking through your neighborhood
Saw your light on, honey; in the cold I stood
Anywhere I go there you are
Anywhere I go there you are

I been getting used to waking up with you
I been getting used to waking up here
Anywhere I go there you are
Anywhere I go there you are

There you are
There you are

You're the fire and the flood
And I'll always feel you in my blood
Everything is fine
When your head's resting next to mine
Next to mine
You're the fire and the flood

Since we met I feel a lightness in my step
You're miles away but I still feel you
Anywhere I go there you are
Anywhere I go there you are
Late at night when you can't fall asleep
I'll be lying right beside you counting sheep
Anywhere I go there you are
Anywhere I go there you are

There you are
There you are

You're the fire and the flood
And I'll always feel you in my blood
Everything is fine
When your head's resting next to mine
Next to mine
You're the fire and the flood

Now listen here she said
Boy when you know you'll know
And I know

You're the fire and the flood
And I'll always feel you in my blood
Everything is fine
When your head's resting next to mine
Next to mine
You're the fire and the flood






Tuesday, 9 February 2016

Song

Hello,

Here is another song I discovered on a playlist recently. I do like the earthy, tones in both the instruments and the singer's voice. It's been around for awhile. Perhaps I have been under a rock all these years...........:)






I hate the world today
You're so good to me
I know but I can't change

Tried to tell you
But you look at me like maybe
I'm an angel underneath
Innocent and sweet

Yesterday I cried
You must have been relieved to see
The softer side
I can understand
How you'd be so confused

I don't envy you
I'm a little bit of everything
All rolled into one

I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed

I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it
Any other way

So take me as I am, this may mean
You'll have to be a stronger man
Rest assured that

When I start to make you nervous
And I'm going to extremes
Tomorrow I will change
And today won't mean a thing

I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed

I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it
Any other way

Just when you think, you got me figured out
The season's already changing
I think it's cool, you do what you do
And don't try to save me

I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed

I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it
Any other way

I'm a bitch, I'm a tease
I'm a goddess on my knees
When you hurt, when you suffer
I'm your angel undercover

I've been numb, I'm revived
Can't say I'm not alive
You know I wouldn't want it
Any other way

Songwriters
BROOKS, MEREDITH ANNE/PEIKEN, SHELLY

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Monday, 25 January 2016

Place your Hands - Reef


Hello,

I discovered this song last month but it has been around since 1996 and to me it still feels as fresh as if it was released in the 21 st century. The lyrics are, 'place your hands on my hope,' but the last word does sound like something else so this is called a mondegreen :)

I have written the beginning of another short story, so I hope that you will stick around as I would like to post it sometime in the future.

Cover by Jack Nolan





Oh, place your hands on my hope
Run your fingers through my soul, oh oh, yes
And the way that I feel right now
Oh Lord, it may go

So place your hands on my hope
Run your fingers through my soul, alright I say
Oh, and the way that we feel right now
Oh lord, it may go

Put your hands on, put your hands on, yeah
Put your hands on, put your hands on, yeah
Put your hands on, put your hands on, yeah
Put your hands on, put

You know you cannot hide from whats inside
You know you cannot hide from whats inside
So I ask of you to help me through
I ask of you this thing to do

Put your hands on, put your hands on
Put your hands on, put

So lay me down for a while
Join my body with my mind, alright now
Oh, and I cried at the common one
For weeks aft he died

Put your hands on, put your hands on
Put your hands on, put your hands on

Put your hands on, put your hands on
Put your hands on, put your hands on
Put your hands on, put your hands on
Put your hands on, put your hands on

'Cause the way that we feel right now
Oh Lord, it may go away

Put your hands on, put your hands on
Put your hands on, put your hands on
Put your hands on, put your hands on
Put your hands on, put your hands on

Thank you Songwriters
STRINGER, GARY PAUL/BESSANT, JOHN DAVID/GREENSMITH, DOMINIC JOSEPH/HOUSE, KENWYN JOHN



Friday, 19 June 2015

Running High - Chapter 23

Herve moved away from the nurse’s station and stood beside Sara. He told Sara the nurse was calling a Priority 1 so the Doctor would come and see Ric. Herve went on to say they thought he may need surgery and he would most likely be transferred to another hospital.

Herve paused and then said, ’The Doctor has to authorise the move. The nurse said Ric had been assessed with either kidney stones or appendicitis.’

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

Sara said, ‘thank you.’ She went on, ‘It’s been awful seeing him sick.’

Herve paced as Sara went to see Ric.

Finally a female appeared and she introduced herself explaining she was a Doctor. She asked Ric some questions and pressed his stomach.

She wrote on a piece of paper and attached it to a clipboard and said, ‘Ok he is getting transferred. He needs surgery.’

She spoke into a device and said, ‘wait transport is coming now.’

Then she was gone.

Ten days had passed since Ric’s unexpected collapse and Sara’s long-held dream to finish a marathon was dashed in the closing stages of the race.

Forced to choose between Ric, or winning, she chose Ric as abandoning him on the side of the road with unexplained abdominal pain was shocking to her. She did though, at the time, ask herself could she sprint across the line and then run back?

Not knowing the answer and with Ric’s sudden collapse, she chose instead to stay at his side. In that second, Sara knew she could not abandon him. As well, Gayle too, was uppermost in her mind. She never did discover if Gayle knew she and Ric were travelling and running together. Sara did not know if she could face Gayle and be party to his unexpected death in a foreign land, a flirtatious and playful jaunt that neither predicted would turn so horrible. Her love for him had welled up as she had watched in horror, as he lay on the road, his head brushing against its sharp surface, peppered with debris, violently spewing. She knew she could not abandon him despite her strong desire to sprint across the FINISH line.

By his side again, this time 35,000ft in the air, flying towards Australia, she knew she had made the right decision. Thanks to Herve, Ric’s emergency surgery had saved his life. Sara was thankful to Steele and Herve. Herve’s advocacy saw Ric get the treatment he needed as bad timing saw resources at the hospital stretched. It did her no good thinking about what might have happened if otherwise. She looked over at Ric who was sleeping. She tilted her chair back, willing the plane to fly faster as she drifted off to not only pass the time but to also forget.

They had just landed. Smiling widely, Ric looked over at Sara and squeezed her hand. They had been through a lot.

Steele had wanted to fly to Marseille and escort Sara back to Turkey. She had insisted, though on travelling with Ric so as to deliver him safely back to Gayle.

Sara was torn about letting him go. She felt they had played and played hard, risked a lot and luckily the dice, the one time when it really mattered had rolled high numbers.

She was paying a debt to Ric and Gayle, not to mention to Steele and Herve. Without their intervention, Sara thought, Ric would have died.

She was seeing the final leg of their journey through and its end had arrived. Disembarking, Sara knew Ric would soon see Gayle.

With the moment almost upon them, they continued as if it was nothing more than a brief farewell akin to friends briefly separating. As they approached the escalators, Sara knew this was it.

As she touched Ric’s arm, he looked at her and said, ‘Sara, I love you, always will.’

They were oblivious to the throngs of people around them, as Ric pressed his lips to hers and their velvety caresses were all that mattered. After denying this moment since their first meeting, they savoured its sweetness. As quickly as he had initiated it, Ric pulled away.

Separated by travellers, Sara tracked him as he moved towards baggage claims, surrounded by people waiting for loved ones and friends. Camouflaging herself amongst the crowds, she gasped as she recognised Gayle. She looked on as Gayle surged towards Ric embracing him while others swarmed around. As if sensing something of his ordeal, they formed a human shield, seeking to protect him from further threats and Ric disappeared into their arms.

The arrivals lounge swelled as travellers grabbed their baggage and moved away. With all the commotion, Sara lost sight of Ric and he did not look back to find her.





The End











Saturday, 13 June 2015

Running High - Chapter 22

The paramedics approached and knelt by Ric. Checking his vital signs, they asked questions. He pointed to the side of his abdomen. There was a short discussion between the pair and the taller paramedic opened the back of the ambulance and pulled out a Guernsey.

The other one spoke with Sara asking if she was related to Ric. She said they were friends, travelling together.

When he asked her if she knew his date of birth, she shook her head. When Ric was wheeled into the back of the ambulance, the paramedic ushered Sara beside him.

She had carried her phone with her on the inside of her shorts in a pocket. Pulling it out she frantically looked up Steele’s number.









Hitting speed dial, she willed him to pick up and after the 4th ring she heard Steele’s voice. Without any pleasantries, she launched right into telling him Ric was unwell and in an ambulance on the way to hospital.

‘Christ,’ said Steele. He went on, ‘what has he got, aren’t you running?’

‘No,’ she cried. She continued, ‘I mean, we were but he, he collapsed.’

There was silence.

After a while Steele said, ‘It will be ok Sara, he is receiving medical attention. Can you call me when you get to the hospital?’

Crying, she said, ‘yes,’ and the line dropped out.

The waiting area was crowded inside Emergency and Sara asked, ‘What’s happened?’ to the paramedic who had spoken with her after Ric’s collapse. He said there had been a pile up on Le Freeway A63 with rescuers still there working to pull the injured from the wrecks.

He went onto say, ‘Two are in surgery now.’

Hearing this, she anxiously asked, ‘When will Ric be seen?

The paramedic shook his head and said, ‘We cannot say, he has pain in the abdomen with vomiting but the others….for now are a priority…’

Gripped with worry about Ric, she looked at him lying on his side on the Guernsey, knees curled. The paramedic said Ric would get pain relief as soon as they knew what was wrong.

Bowing he said, ‘I will return shortly.’

Concerned about medical resources being used elsewhere, she grabbed her phone, telling Ric she would be right back.

She hurried to the ward’s entrance and quickly dialled Steele again. He picked up after the second ring.

Crying, her words tumbled out and Steele asked her to slow down. She told him medical staff were treating badly injured people from a car accident and that she didn’t know how long Ric would have to wait.

Cursing, Steele said, ‘Sara, you have to stay calm. There was silence and then continuing he said, ‘I have a friend, a colleague. His name is Herve and he lives in Marseille. Give me a minute, I have to call. I will ring you soon.’

He rang off and Sara shuffled to an empty chair in Emergency and sat down. Exhausted after running the marathon and shocked at Ric’s sudden collapse, she put her head in her hands, desperate to block everything out.

She would have stayed this way if it was not for a tapping on her knee. She opened her eyes and in front of her was a child, no more than 6 years old. He stopped as she saw him. He had a lollipop in his hand and his large, brown eyes watched her as she held his gaze.

After a while, he cautiously extended the lollipop to her. She took it and half crying and half smiling, said, ‘Thank you.’

He looked at her shyly and hardly blinking his big brown eyes, he watched her again for several moments. She returned his gaze. After a while, he turned and ran back most likely to his mother. She was nursing a baby and had a toddler by her side. At the toddler’s feet was a bucket. She smiled and Sara smiled back. Unwrapping the lollipop, she put it in her mouth, finding the tangy flavour a welcome distraction. As she did her phone rang. Answering it, she heard the familiar sound of Steele’s voice.

‘Sara,’ he said, ‘I have good news. I spoke to Herve and he is driving now to the hospital. He has your number and I will text you his. Be strong, Ric is depending on you.’

Sara choking back tears, nodded and she said, ‘Ok, I better go back to Ric.’

‘Do that Sara,’ he said ringing off.

Before she did, she gave a friendly wave to the mother and little boy who had given her the lollipop. As she did, a name was called. Watching as the mother stirred, Sara realised it was her. Overladen, as she stood up, Sara went over and said, ‘Let me help you.’

She took the baby as the mother carried the toddler asking the little boy something in the local language. Sara watched as he carried the bucket and followed his mother into the treatment room. Sara walked with them handing the baby back as the toddler was placed on the bed.

Medical staff gathered around and the mother smiled at Sara who farewelled her, giving a big wave to the little boy, jumping playfully beside her. Sara welcomed the child’s joie de vivre, before turning her attention once again to Ric.

Sara went to his side and could see straight away Ric had not improved. She asked a nurse how long to get attention. The nurse did not reply but instead offered painkillers. Sara gave them to Ric.

Suddenly her phone rang, ‘Hello, Sara,’ said the speaker on the end of the phone.

‘Hello,’ replied Sara, ‘is that Herve?’

‘Yes, I am entering Emergency now.’

‘Ok,’ said Sara, ‘I will come see you.’

She leant across to Ric explaining to him Steele’s friend had arrived and she would be right back.

He did not react and she quickly walked to the Emergency’s entrance.

She knew it was him, as he came through the doors. She smiled and said, ‘Hi, you must be Herve.’

Returning a smile he said, ‘Yes hello, it’s Sara, isn’t it? So nice to meet you. Steele called me and told me the news about Ric. I know both Ric and Steel well, so please let me help.’

With that she took him through to the treatment cubicle where Ric lay on the Guernsey.

‘Ric,’ he said as he got closer, ‘I hear you’re a bit sick.’

Ric opened his eyes and waved and said, ‘Herve, what a way for us to meet again and you seeing me like this.’

‘Yes,’ said Herve, ‘You certainly have got yourself into a bit of trouble. Let’s see what we can do.’

With that he approached the nurse’s station and he began speaking to one of the staff members. Sara observed his calm tone and manner as he spoke quietly. As Herve gestured towards Ric, the nurse nodded.










Herve paused and the nurse said ‘Un instant se il vous plait.’ (One moment please)

Herve looked at Sara, waving his hand slightly and mouthed the words, ‘wait’ as the nurse made a phone call.

Sara motioned with a slight nod of her head without saying anything.

The nurse’s call ended and she spoke to Herve. He became animated as she told him news.

Herve replied with, ‘Oui, oui.’ (Yes, yes)

The assistant continued and Herve said, ‘Merci beaucoup.’ (Thank you a lot)












Birds of Tokyo - 'Lanterns' Acoustic Live - BPM TV In the Raw


Lanterns by Birds of Tokyo - Perth Western Australia

The song is about a journey. It might be your journey or is it mine - a new job, a new relationship or a material journey. Whatever, know that as we traverse the inky landscape of surprise and intrigue, we light our own paths to reach our destinations.


'On we march 'til we meet the dawn, we will light our way with our lanterns on.'




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