Share Your World – 2014 – Week 26

Share Your World Challenge Answers


Is your refrigerator, organized or a mess inside?

I like a clean tidy fridge and mostly it is. I like dairy foods on one shelf,  leftovers on another and so on. I will admit to being guilty of not cleaning out the fresh fruit and veg compartment as often as I should. Hubby of course thinks that as long as an item is in the fridge it’s fine and is likely to put leftover cat food next to the margarine.  I still haven’t managed to retrain him.

If you could be famous for one thing, what would it be?

I don’t want to be famous, not for anything. I like my anonymity. Who would want to be public property all the time? I’d rather be unknown than live in a gilded cage.

Lady Diana.jpg
The late Princess Diana of Wales.

Lady Diana“. Licensed under Public domain via Wikimedia Commons.

What one thing have you not done that you really want to do? 

Just one thing? How to choose? I’d really like to travel on the Indian Pacific train from Sydney to Perth or vice versa. I’ve always wanted to do that.

Indian Pacific at Sydney Central
By Ypsilon from Finland (Own work) [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons

Where do you eat breakfast?

I like to eat breakfast at our kitchen bench but sometimes there is so much of Hubby’s stuff on it, think books, laptop, stamp albums, that there is no room to put a plate so I take it into the smaller of our two lounge areas where there is a dining table.

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

Last week I got to see some gorgeous miniatures at the Dolls House and Miniature Show in Hobart. This week will be a quiet, stay at home sort of week but I’m looking forward to my chat nights with my sister and a close friend which we do online twice a week.

Daily Prompt: Sleepy Time

Sleepy Time

More and more of us go to bed too late because of sleep procrastination. What are the nighttime rituals that keep you up before finally dozing off?


Sweet Dreams!
Sweet Dreams!

Thank goodness! I thought it was only me!I didn’t even know there was a name for it. I’m a serial sleep procrastinator.

I started it when I was working full time. I sometimes worked a late shift and I’d finish work at 2 am, it would be after 2:30 am when I got home but I couldn’t always  go straight to bed. I had to wind down first. A hot drink, maybe something to eat and then I’d read for a while.  I was younger then, I still managed to get up at a reasonable hour most mornings.

Sleep procrastination also became something I did because night was my “me time”. I knew I should go to bed if I had to be up early for work but I hated the idea that my whole life was about going to work and household chores so I’d keep on stealing a bit more of the night for myself.

Finally I was introduced the biggest temptation of all, the internet. My sister and I live in different towns and rather than phone calls we like internet chat as a way of keeping in touch. She’s a night owl too so twice a week we sit up to all hours chatting about this and that. Other nights I sit up reading post after post or even writing them. (You are to blame WordPress.) When it’s two in the morning here it’s only lunchtime in Europe and the day is just beginning in parts of the USA. New posts come up and I find myself thinking “Just one more and I’ll go to bed.” but of course then I see that someone I follow has posted and I read another “just one more”.

In winter I sometimes just don’t want to go to bed even when I’m sleepy. It’s warm and cosy in the living room and I’ll sit up to watch a television program I’m interested in. When it’s over I think that I should go to bed but I know that the bedroom will be cold and I hate lying on cold sheets so I stay where I am and watch whatever is on. At that hour it usually seems to be documentaries about serial killers or WWII being rerun on the History Channel.

Sometimes Hubby gets up to go to the bathroom, he has a talent for deciding to do that just as I’m about to go to bed so I put it off again until he’s gone back to bed, adjusted his CPAP machine and settled down. Did I mention that Hubby  snores? Before he got the machine the noise was another thing that put me off going to bed. It was like trying to sleep in a room with a washing machine running, the decibel levels were about the same.  I knew I wouldn’t get off to sleep until I was exhausted.

As I am not working now it doesn’t matter if I don’t get up at the crack of dawn but I know that I should try to get to bed earlier. I could always get up early and read WordPress posts.


Daily Prompt: Set for Solstice

Set for Solstice

Today’s Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year (in the Northern Hemisphere). How are you taking advantage of the extra hours of light this time of year? Do you like it, or do you already miss earlier sunsets?

Down here at the bottom of the world today was the Winter Solstice, the shortest day of the year. I looked out of the window at 5:15 pm and it was already dark. It was a nice day though, bright and sunny and warm enough to sit outside.

I do enjoy the long summer evenings we get here in Tasmania. The twilight is longer here than in Adelaide and as it’s not so hot in summer it’s nice to have the extra time to be out and about. The week between Christmas and New Year is such a busy one in Hobart with yachts to see, the Taste of Tasmania and night cricket matches that we really need all that extra daylight. Or it’s nice to just sit outside and enjoy the long evenings.

I don’t mind the short winter days though. I don’t have to be up and on the bus in the dark any more but I remember that when I did I’d see the dawn breaking over the Huon River and as we’d climb out of the valley the sun would sometimes burst out from amongst the clouds and dazzle us. It would often be dark when I got home but it was warm and cosy inside with the heater on and  the curtains drawn.

That’s the nice thing about the changing seasons, there is always something to look forward to.

Late afternoon on a July day in Oatlands.
Late afternoon on a July day in Oatlands.

Daily Prompt: Freudian Flips


Freudian Flips

Do you remember a recent dream you had? Or an older one that stayed vivid in your mind? Today, you’re your own Freud: Tell us the dream, then interpret it for us! Feel free to be as serious or humorous as you see fit, or to invent a dream if you can’t remember a real one.

I have some really bizarre dreams at times, I know they are weird even while I’m having them but like many people by the time I am properly awake the dream is gone and I don’t remember what it was about. I suspect most of them are more about what I read or saw on TV that day than anything to do with me.

However, when I was younger I used to have a recurring dream that I was at school. I don’t remember specifically what each dream was about but they used to upset me a lot. I sometimes used to wake up in tears.

I didn’t always enjoy school.  I didn’t enjoy doing subjects I was bad at, like sewing, cooking and any kind of sports. I didn’t like teachers who shouted or were rude and sarcastic. As I’ve mentioned in the past I was a shy child and hated to draw attention to myself so I hated doing anything that involved speaking up in class, I was nervous around teachers and didn’t really want to play with the other kids even when well-meaning teachers tried to insert me into a group.

It wasn’t all bad though, I liked some teachers who introduced me to ideas that I would never have picked up at home. I wasn’t bullied; I got on well with my classmates  but I was glad when school was finally over.

After I left school I had the school dream through my late teens and early twenties and the theme was always that I was back in school again and I’d be trying to tell them I didn’t belong there. Later, as I moved into my thirties, I had the dreams less often and they changed. Now I was saying. “I don’t have to be here.” and I would leave. In the dream that felt good.  The dreams became less frequent over the years until they almost disappeared completely.  These days I rarely dream about school, or if I do I don’t remember so it must be less upsetting. I think I have dreamed myself in school occasionally but I’ve not been upset about it and haven’t tried to escape.

What does it all mean? Well my interpretation is that as I’ve  grown older and more confident I haven’t felt that I had to prove myself to others or conform if I didn’t want to. I’m happy with who I am and I’m more accepting of things I can’t change. I’ve read a bit about the meanings of dreams and what it says about dreaming about school seems to tie in with my feelings.

I don’t know what Freud would have said but I bet he’d have had a field day with my “soap opera” dreams if I could ever remember them!

Sweet Dreams!
Sweet Dreams!


Daily Prompt: An Ounce Of Home

An Ounce of Home

You’re embarking on a yearlong round-the-world adventure, and can take only one small object with you to remind you of home. What do you bring along for the trip?

I used to think that I’d love to travel for a whole year. Now I’m older I’m not so sure. it’s a long time to be away from home. So many things change. I think I’d rather take my year in three month batches but that’s another story.

Obviously I’d want photographs of the people close to me and of my pets and I’d want some of my favourite books but a laptop or tablet would be able to take care of those needs and I’d be in constant contact with home I’m sure. But what item would I want to take that’s not practical or useful but I can’t do without? It didn’t take long to decide that I could not go a whole year without a doll. I’m sure I’d acquire new ones along the way of course but I think that I’d want to set out with a doll in my luggage.

I’d pick a small one, probably a Barbie that I liked and she would become my travel doll. I’d pack her a small travel wardrobe, just what would fit in a sandwich bag, and I’d photograph her at various places I went and write about what I saw from her point of view. It would be fun to do for my doll blog and I would enjoy having a doll to play with. Several years ago I participated in a travel doll project with some internet friends. The doll was sent to each participant and everyone photographed her and wrote about her adventures. I was the only one out of the USA & Canada I think. It was a lot of fun and that is what gave me the idea to travel with a Barbie.  The only question would be which one to take?

Postcard from Australia
Postcard from Australia
Fiona the Travel Doll
Fiona the Travel Doll
Maybe this would be my travel companion.
Maybe Midge would be my travel companion.

Share Your World 2014 – Week 24

What makes you feel the most secure?

My home is the thing that makes me feel most secure. As long as we have our own home I feel that we will manage even if we have little money. I would not feel as safe renting a house and I can’t imagine how frightening it must be to be homeless and never know where you will sleep at night.

There is no place like home.
There is no place like home.

If you were a shoe, what kind would you be and why?

I would be a sheepskin Ugg Boot because I like to be warm and comfy.

How many languages do you speak?

I learned some French and German at school but after forty plus years I’ve forgotten most of it so only English now.

What was the largest city you have been to?  What is the one thing you remember most?

I’m guessing that the largest city I’ve been to would be Beijing. The current population is around 21 million people, not a lot less than the population of all of Australia which is about 23 million.. I was there in 1990 but it was still way bigger than any other place I’d been or am likely to go in the future. Tiananmen Square was interesting.  We visited the Forbidden City with a Chinese student who acted as our guide. We enjoyed talking to him and he, like most young people we met, wanted to improve his English. At the hotel where we stayed there was a disco most evenings which is where we met him as it was popular with the local youth.  The disco would end at around  9:30pm and the last song played was always “Auld Lang Syne” we never worked out why.  It was a smaller Chinese run hotel but we liked it even though the western style breakfast they served us was always cold. The reception staff spoke good English but the staff on the other floors who issued room keys not so much. There was a lot of traffic but more bicycles, motorcycles, trucks and odd three-wheeled cars than we would see at home. I imagine there are far more cars on the road now than there were then.

Tiannammen Square
Tiananmen Square
Beijing 1990
Beijing 1990

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

I’m grateful that my sister had a safe trip away last week and returned home safely and that she had good news about the sick friend she went to visit. This week will be a quiet one for me but I am enjoying getting all the photos I took in Oatlands onto my computer and catching up with my blogs which have been a bit neglected for the last few days.

image Spirit of Tasmania
Boarding the Spirit of Tasmania

Daily Prompt: Terminal Time

Terminal Time

You’re at the airport, your flight is delayed for six more hours, and none of your electronic devices is working. How do you pass the time?

image jet at airport
Waiting to board

This happened to me once but it was back in 1977 so there were no electronic devices to miss. I was setting off on my first overseas trip and I was waiting for my flight at Melbourne’s Tullamarine airport. At first it was not so bad. Hubby-To-Be had come to see me off so I had company for several hours. We had lunch and explored the airport. Neither of us had ever been in an international airport before so we found it interesting to see planes taking off and landing and to spot the logos of airlines that didn’t fly into Adelaide. In the end he had to leave before my flight was called, he was catching a train back to Adelaide that night so I ended up seeing him off not the other way around. I felt pretty forlorn after that. I was only nineteen and I was a bit nervous about what I was about to do. I think that I ended up reading the book that I’d brought to read on the plane. The delay was nine hours so when I did finally board my flight I just went to sleep.


These days I’m a more relaxed traveller and airport delays don’t worry me too much. I don’t fly often so I still find unfamiliar airports a bit of a novelty. If I’m stuck somewhere I haven’t been before I’ll still explore, look in the shops and take photos of planes if I find some good viewing points. I do love free airport Wi-Fi but if it’s not available I’m used to managing  without. I don’t own a smart phone so I don’t have the option of Twitter or Angry Birds anyway. I chat to people sometimes and that can be a very rewarding way of passing the time. I listen to the flight announcements for other flights and wonder why some people leave it till the last minute to board their flight. I would hate to be the person that held up the whole flight and would be so embarrassed if I was called out by name. I still normally travel with a book in my bag so I’d eventually settle down somewhere near a monitor and read, if I didn’t have a book I’d go and see what the airport newsagent had to offer. I will generally choose a book over magazines because you get more reading material for your dollar. Taking a notebook and pens as some others have suggested sounds a great idea. You can get  a lot of ideas for posts while you are sitting around waiting. I’ll be doing that in future.

Nobody likes being delayed and having a boring wait at a terminal when you want to be somewhere else but it’s better than being featured in some future episode of “Air Crash Investigation”.