Amongst the unblogged

 Reminiscences of teenage desires 

The heartbreaks of when the world dreamt proves to be 

Soulless and skewiff - unkempt.

Frenzied labour, spinning plates with the snap of AI finger clips.

Watching unravel those who first moulded us into the seedlings of who we came to be.

Sourdough.

Wondering at the faceless forbears who rode across oceans as newlyweds, young families and lone voyagers and the impact that their lives have on mine and many others.

Young love. 

Evolution of a child. Evolution of our elders. Plane travel. AT&T. Ted Lasso. Subway. Jersey Mike's.

But I am on holidays and it's nice to put it down.

Tomato bush with 1970s sepia snapshot filter (aka Jeanie's camera on her phone - I don't know either)

Dinner was a very simple pasta with onions, tomato and basil.

I do get much joy in cooking for others. I miss it.

Genealogical mysteries - James Augustus Edwards

 First thing to know about this man is that there is another in the annals of history that holds this name and there is no chance that my James Augustus is the former mayor or governor or something or other in some city in the US. I mean, that guy may have been more important than mine, but mine is rather fascinating.

Facts that I know.

• That he married an Irish girl from Limerick in western Queensland in the 1860s
• That he was a business associate of my great -grandfather before he suggested that his daughter might be a good wife for him (he was a widow with 4 children) as she was a well trained housekeeper who had no prospects and was 24
• He was right 
• That he was a published author of and therefore recipient of some of the most damning reviews in the last 250 years of colonial literature 
• And from his death certificate, his father was Edwards and his mother was Phoebe 
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• Wouldn't he had made a fascinating dinner companion?
• I like to imagine that he and Mary Annie had a bit of a hoot.

The end of the 41 hour day saga

 Last night US time I attempted to edit that post yesterday to give a more thorough reckoning of the day that was 13th October for us.

It was a thorough reckoning - I had almost got us aboard the first flight - but I failed blogging on my phone 101 - save everything regularly. (Guess who just hit save!)

And thus my update - involving things from invoking the lives of 4 ancestors and comparisons to their voyages and views of life, confessions, complications of regional holidays and caffeine - is forever lost in the ether.

Probably just as well - it was about 3 parts whinge so the gods were saving us all.

Today is now Thursday here (Friday at home) and today the pool has been utilised greatly by the less Sun shy, the pool table warmed up, caffeine easily come by and much talk, love and laughter shared with my mother-in-law.

(The phone still has its 1970s sepia tone settings going on)

I think that I can get used to this resort!

A very long Wednesday - and we're not at the end yet...

 So currently I am sitting in the departure lounge at Vancouver airport 3 hours before we left Brisbane today. Go figure!

The Monday after the unblogged weekend

 I had plans.  I took photos.  I wrote lists.

I did some.