the nothing ,anything ,everything thread

[opmania]

This is a thread with no particular

Topic so no one can be off topic 🙂

So if anyone out there has something 

To say about anything you like now

Is your chance

Keep it clean 

And be nice 

See how long that lasts

Can we keep politics and religion out 

Of the conversation 

[ecar3483]

There's something I don't understand about hard waste collection.

People hereabouts put old golf buggies and perfectly good tables and stuff I don't think i can identify, readily, out, and away it goes.

I'm pretty sure that sometimes it's other locals who "liberate" the "waste", ha ha.

Anyway, it goes out, it goes away.

Pretty straightforward, you might think.

I keep putting the same thing out, and they keep leaving it and I don't know why.

It's a perfectly good, slightly used recycling bin - a big green one, with a yellow lid.

I would think people would fall over themselves for one of those, but no, nobody seems to want it.

😉

[tasfleur]

Wonder if that's because people think you are putting the recycling bin out regularly ... 

[lyndal1838]

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@ecar3483 wrote:

There's something I don't understand about hard waste collection.

People hereabouts put old golf buggies and perfectly good tables and stuff I don't think i can identify, readily, out, and away it goes.

I'm pretty sure that sometimes it's other locals who "liberate" the "waste", ha ha.

Anyway, it goes out, it goes away.

Pretty straightforward, you might think.

I keep putting the same thing out, and they keep leaving it and I don't know why.

It's a perfectly good, slightly used recycling bin - a big green one, with a yellow lid.

I would think people would fall over themselves for one of those, but no, nobody seems to want it.

😉

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I don't know about your area but in my area those bins belong to the local council.  We are provided with one as a garbage bin and one as a recycling bin.  If they are damaged or lost then you can request another one.

The local council frowns on anyone "liberating" the bins for their own use and then requesting a replacement.  The kerbside collection workers would not dream of taking them.

[ecar3483]

Little girl magpie decided that today was a good day for singing.

So she did.

For half an hour, straight. (I know, I checked the clock).

I thought that seeing as she was here, getting her some earthworms would be a kind gesture.

She looked at them like they were earthworms. Or Brussels sprouts, or overcooked broccoli...

I didn't think it was possible for her to get an "erk!" expression on her face.

I was wrong.

She looked at them, then at me, and there was a definite air of "eeew!".

"But they're earthworms", I said, "They're natural, and organic, and that kind of stuff".

She didn't have to say a word, the look of mild horror was sufficient, ha ha.

🙂

[lloydslights]

Why did the chook cross the road?

To get to Deb's garden and her newly planted seedlings.

Shoo.  Shoo.  or it'll be drumsticks at 20 paces.

[ecar3483]

Shoo, shoo, cockatoo...

I found a wattle seedling in the garden, it was a tiny little thing; about 10 cm tall.

I carefully dug it out and transplanted it into a raised garden bed.

In there, it's not going to stepped on, or run over, so it should be safe.

Or so I thought...

Some clever feathered fiend decided to clip it short, to the same height as the edge of the garden bed - something of the order of 2 cm.

Shoo, shoo, cockatoo, indeed, ha ha.

There's a huge, and I mean Huge boy possum out on the table.

He might be big, and he's got a couple of duelling scars, but from the regular guilty look around I think he knows that he's a guest, and not to get any ideas, ha ha.

He's got the graduated colour effect - grey on his back, and sides, turning to ginger red as it comes round to the belly, then golden yellow, and finally cream on the centre of his belly. His legs start off golden yellow then darken towards the feet, an almost maple syrup colour.

When he sits up on his haunches he looks like one of those sunset paintings that you used to find in cheap highway motel rooms.

There's a tree not too far from the fence, that's pretty much dead, so I thought I'd put a small arch up in the gap, between the two.

It's no substitute for the tree, but it'll give the birds and the possums something else to climb on.

It's a curved top, on upright posts.

The uprights aren't too difficult; two long stakes with a zig zag of horizontal and angled pieces between them to add a bit of strength and stability, but the arch, the curvy bit...

I'm not a mathematically gifted person when it comes to calculating curves.

How many pieces will I need and how wide will it be when it's finished?

Blank look.

Ha ha.

[ecar3483]

There was, many years ago, an internet group who called themselves something along the lines of The society of the moon.

They'd gather to discuss anything lunar, from science to mysticism.

As happens with groups people fell out with each other, and there were arguments, and people would leave the group, but ill feeling followed them, all the same.

These former group members would often be referred to as the ex-crescents.

What a lot of work, just to support an obscure pun.

🙂

[ecar3483]

I put the arch up. It was that or do a load of washing and the dishes, ha ha.

The curved bit is (guessing) about 5 foot across, and the legs are about 6 foot long.

I figured the easiest thing thing to do was to build it in pieces, then do the final assembly outside.

It's easier than trying to wrestle something that size through doorways.

There was, of course, one thing that I didn't take into account - just to the left of the photo there's a large, tall gum tree.

A large, tall gum tree with about 30 cockatoos in it, all of them watching me.

Attaching the legs to an arch is not a smooth, simple task, especially when the room available and the room ideally required for the process don't exactly match up.

I think about another two feet in every direction would have helped, ha ha.

I may have earned the admiration of my audience at one point when the arch snagged, while I was moving it, and in accented, but otherwise reasonably fluent cockatoo I told the arch what I thought of it.

They're a bad influence on me, ha ha.

It slipped into place with no worries, I added a couple of braces to the fence, just for extra stability, and a bridge so it connects to the main network, then stood back and admired my handiwork.

Unlike the birds, who though it was new and different and they're not sure that they like it, so they spent the afternoon ignoring it.

Or maybe they weren't game to touch it, having witnessed the rigmarole that I went through with it.

It's there, now, and tomorrow it'll probably be just another part of the furniture.

🙂

[lloydslights]

Maybe they think it is an arch enemy.  

[ecar3483]

I've been chortling about that all day.

You're brilliant. 🙂