Friday, January 24, 2020

Mud, Mud, Glorious Mud

I think the original line was Food, Food, Glorious Food. Was Mud, Mud from a Monty Python work? So apt if it is marking the death of Terry Jones.

River sent a huge amount of dust across to us last night (thanks for that hon) and it combined with rain that in the dark we thought was marvellous. Not so marvellous when I stepped onto the balcony in the half light of dawn and noticed a strange colour on the surface. I didn't think much about it and went back to sleep. Later I woke to hear on the radio about our muddy rain overnight. What a mess, not just on our balcony, which I spent half an hour cleaning today and the glass is still filthy, but all over the city is mud. Some cars look like they have been in outback Australia. Car wash business owners were out dancing on the street. Today when we were out we couldn't sit on any kind of permanent outdoor public seating as it is all filthy. Everything is so dirty. I hate it. Only clean rain will clear the filth away from everything.

I was hoping to keep this post a bit on the light side, but how can I when three US Americans have been killed in a plane crash while fighting fires in New South Wales. So very sad. Canberra Airport was shut down as it was threatened by fire. A Queanbeyan dump caught fire with toxic black smoke rising into the atmosphere. Also Prime Minister Morrison's father died a couple of days ago, so I won't get stuck into him in this post.

This morning ABI Brother called and cancelled our normal visit to Mother. They had no power, scheduled maintenance, and Mother was so terribly unwell. We were kind of relieved. R's back has gone bad. But we will have to take her out for a Sunday drive instead. She has been working up to this for a while.

We had a great visit from Jo on Tuesday, she and R cooking pizzas and salad for dinner for Jo, her mothers and us of course. We caught the 67 tram to Elwood and then walked along a couple of streets to St Kilda Botanical Gardens where I had been a couple of weeks ago. We showed her the ill proportioned rotunda where a family photo was taken in the 1990s, and then Rain Man. I pointed out to her the old furnace and chimney that used to heat a glass house, and the home of the late artist Albert Tucker, before lunching at 95 in Acland Street, once run by hipsters and now run by Indian and Asians. Still good, but perve factor lower.

It was a pleasant outing with Jo. The change in her since the scout jamboree is remarkable. We then shopped for pizza ingredients and Jo bought cakes for dessert. Jo is super clever, talented with singing and dancing and is learning fast about relating to people and not challenge them with rehearsed statements. Not bad at all for 12 and half year old.

Christmas Day 2018 at Oldest Niece's Fire Fighting Nephew's wife said to me behind her hand, and he wants me to have one of them! as the children were running riot in the backyard under a water sprinkler thingie.

I missed the call but in order of family seniority, Fire Fighting Nephew called each family member on the same day as above, starting with Mother, to inform us that his wife is pregnant. Wow! He called Sister as we were eating. Another great nephew or niece, as if we don't have enough. I am not sure how his professional high flying wife will deal with a baby. Time will tell. This will be great nephew/niece number six. Surely one of them will push we old old aunties around in wheelchairs. Fire Fighting Nephew will be a great father.

Look at the filth.


Strange tree. Anyone know it?


Thank goodness for that. The gladdy stem was sitting horizontally and blocking my view of the tv.


The ceiling of the strangely proportioned rotunda shown in a former post. I could have lain on the floor and captured the whole ceiling, but why should I.


51 comments:

  1. No longer little Jo sounds to be developing into a fine person. Which is lovely to see.
    Smoke and dust this way. The airport is quite close as the crow flies.
    And yes, I am sad for the families (blood and fire-fighting families) of those who died yesterday. And yet more homes were lost. Decent rain cannot come soon enough.

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    1. EC, years ago when there were terrible fires in your area and the Mount Stromlo Observatory was damaged, along with many? houses. Were you threatened by those fires?

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    2. We lost nearly 500 houses that day. The fires were less than 200 metres from home, and embers were falling from the sky. My youngest brother was the subject of a compulsory evacuation (though his house was saved). At three in the afternoon (my birthday as it happened) we couldn't see across the road for the smoke and the only visible light was the flames. Power was gone.

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    3. Thanks. It must have been terrifying. I hope you haven't let that spoil your subsequent birthdays. I remember reading a blog in the very early days of blogging with a blow by blow description of the disaster.

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  2. The hippopotamus song by Flanders and Swann. Mud, glorious mud.

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    1. Thanks Marie. I have watched the original now.

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  3. How wonderful it must be watching Jo blossom.
    A new baby! That is exciting! I think we are done with babies for a while. Everyone in the baby generation is finished, now we must wait for Savannah and Quinn to grow up.
    Mud! We have mud season here every Spring. But that is when all the snow melts. So far nothing like that falling from the sky.

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    1. Maribeth, not related mud to my story, but I noticed a little mud on my shoes after walking with Jo through the park. I was horrified. Growing up on a dairy in a wet climate there was mud, much mud and the prissy young Andrew hated mud.

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  4. I think it could be an Illawarra flame tree native to the south east coast. It is a beautiful tree. We have been having dust storms since October and I sweep the verandah as often as I can but it still filters into the house. We don't have the water to spare to wash the car and we have been driving through the paddocks to feed the cattle. It's not great conditions but we always try to look on the bright side of life.

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    1. Cheryl, that must wear you down. I hope things improve for you soon.

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    2. Oh yes, I think you are right Cheryl, especially by the description of Marcellous below.

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  5. We seemed to have missed the muddy rain but copped the big hailstones!
    Sounds like you'll have to open a birthdays & Christmas bank account to save for pressies if any more next generations arrive in your family.

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    1. Cathy, it is a bit like that, although at least the younger ones are satisfied with cheap, or they don't really care or notice. Less presents should be the order of the day.

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  6. Bu the looks of it, it's probably a Red Maple, not only from the red leaves, but from the look of its trunk.

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    1. Thanks Lee, but I would know a maple and it would be in full leaf now.

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    2. Well...in that case, it could be an Acer Autumn Blaze...

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    3. Autumn Blaze still seems to have the standard deciduous maple habits. It was a not a tree I was aware of and isn't it glorious. AKA, Lipstick Maple and Jeffersred. I'd love to see an avenue of them.

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    4. Well...if you're that desperate to know what it is...ring your council...ask them...or ring/email your bearded mate on the ABC....you should get the answer you need from either or... :)

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    5. I am not desperate to know. Just conversation and curiosity.

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  7. Call me a slattern but your patio looks clean to me.

    XO
    WWW

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    1. Ok Slattern, believe me, it was not. The water in the mop bucket was a reddish brown and that was after the first part was mopped with a different bucket of water.

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  8. Me too. The side path and fence by the house, where the wind is trapped, are covered in brown ick. The car looks as if I have been driving around the bush.

    Well done on the baby front!

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    1. Hels, we need clean rain to wash everything off. I can't take much credit for the baby front ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  9. Fun60 and Cheryl beat me to it.

    I think Flanders & Swann's "Mud, Mud, Glorious Mud" predates Lionel Bart's "Food Glorious Food." It was their break-through hit and there is also a second instalment. You can find them on youtube.

    Illawara Flame tree is a bit like a Jacaranda in that it sheds its leaves just before it flowers and the flowers come first before the new leaves, which is what makes it look so striking. The Illawara is actually towards the southern end of its natural range I think.

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    1. Marcellous, I enjoyed the hippopotamus song. Yes, by your description of the leaf fall etc, it is an Illawarra Flame Tree, and yes, much as jacarandas have recently done here.

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  10. PS I suspect the monty python association in your mind is the Lionel Bart parody "Every sperm is sacred" which from memory starts with one of Terry Jones' drag roles.

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    1. I will check that later but I don't have any recollection.

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    2. Every sperm is sacred - It's from Monty Python's Meaning of Life movie.

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  11. Anonymous2:51 pm

    Try this... short version - Ian

    Egg, bacon, sausage and spam
    Spam, bacon, sausage and spam
    Spam, egg, spam, spam, bacon and spam
    Spam, spam, spam, egg, and spam
    Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, spam and spam
    Lobster thermidor aux crevettes with a Mornay sauce garnished with truffle patรฉ, brandy and with a fried egg on top and spam.

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    1. Nice work Ian. Yes, I knew they did something about spam. Spamalot? But I never found them terribly amusing, as I didn't Black Adder.

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    2. Spamalot=wot spammers do. (*~*)

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    3. Anonymous1:02 pm

      Spamalot was the musical stage version of MP and the Holy Grail. Written by Eric idle. - Ian

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    4. River, yes, taken on a new meaning.

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    5. Ian, yes I remember it now as a musical.

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  12. I'm so sorry about the muddy rain, which is a thing I have never heard of before. I hope the clean up doesn't take too long. It sounds very much as if Jo will be a wonderful adult.
    I've seen red trees like that before, we have them here in Adelaide, but I don't remember what they are called.
    I think you should lay on the floor of that gazebo and get a proper photo of the ceiling, which looks like it would make a great fish pond if the gazebo ever collapses.

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    1. River, we at times get dirty rain, but we've never had muddy rain. Another record toppled. I was concerned that Jo was becoming a sulky, sullen uncommunicative teenager but I am not now. Sister said she started puberty last year and her rapidly changing hormones some angst to her. No, if I lay on the floor I might not get up again. The inverted dome would make a great fish pond.

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  13. That must be a pain having muddy rain. WE've had wild storms but no dust. The tree is aflame tree native to Australia. we have lots of them here in Springwood lining the streets.

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    1. Diane, is that Illawarra Flame Tree?

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  14. I hope you get more rain soon. Lots of it.

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    1. Tavel, sadly nothing on the horizon.

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  15. I've heard of acid rain, but never muddy rain.

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    1. Cynthia, it was a combination of dust blown here from inland Australia and then rain.

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  16. So sorry about the muddy rain. Ugh. Glad you were able to clean most of it off. Nice outing you had with Jo.

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    1. Gigi, it was a nice outing. Thanks.

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  17. Mud from the sky. Sounds biblical. I hope it at least put out a few of those fires.

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    1. Kirk, it does sound biblical. Yes, the rain has helped with the fires but many are still burning.

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  18. we've heard now here also of your dust storms and its topsoil being blown around. And off fields. Sad about the three Californians killed fighting fires there too. Little Jo is now Jo and only 12. She's going to be something!

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    1. Strayer, it always seems extra sad to me when visitors to Australia die. It will be very interesting to watch Jo grow up.

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  19. You've been suffering a few weather mishaps - smoke and now a dust storm!
    Congratulations on the new future baby in the family. Little Jo seems to be very accomplished and grown up for her age.

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    1. Sami, pretty good on the family front, for sure.

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  20. Oh how lovely Andrew, a new baby in the family, you are catching up with me, I have 10 I think at last count ๐Ÿ˜Š I heard about your muddy rain, how awful.

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