Smoke Gets in Your Eyes

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Our daughter Susannah and her boyfriend Darren arrived from Melbourne yesterday; we took them straight from the airport to meet the Brisbane contingent of our family before bringing them on to Belivah. Everyone got on like a house on fire and smoke got in our eyes…

And for those interested in the song….

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes Lyrics

“Smoke Gets In Your Eyes” was written by Kern, Jerome / Harbach, Otto.

They asked me how I knew
My true love was true
I of course replied
Something here inside cannot be denied
They said “someday you’ll find all who love are blind”
When your heart’s on fire,
You must realize, smoke gets in your eyes

So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed
To think they could doubt my love
Yet today my love has flown away,
I am without my love (without my love)

Now laughing friends deride
Tears I cannot hide
So I smile and say
When a lovely flame dies, smoke gets in your eyes

(Smoke gets in your eyes, smoke gets in your eyes)

Smoke gets in your eyes

Read more: The Platters – Smoke Gets In Your Eyes Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Birds of a Feather

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Here at Belivah we all like to feed the lorikeets, and when the birds have taken flight we take flight ourselves and send off a different sort of flights – of course, I mean arrows. We all love cloud-shooting! Chris just missed sending an arrow into its target – the bucket; nevertheless, he has the bug – we all have the cloud-shooting bug.

Don’t try this at home unless you have a secluded garden; even here at Roland’s we had to aim our arrows in the opposite direction to the new neighbours. And another word of advice, never send an arrow straight up into the clouds or it may return from whence it came!

Gumtree – The Australian Way to Advertise

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Why spend a fortune on regular advertising? Do it the Australian way and find a convenient gumtree!

Upon seeing adverts on two trees at the end of our road Chris remarked, “If we were in China and there was another one would you call it a triad?”

 

Good Morning From Belivah!

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It is half past six in the morning as I write this from Roland’s place at Belivah (a beautiful name for a beautiful place in the countryside not far from Beenleigh, Brisbane southside (and off the highway heading to the Gold Coast). The sun is shining and beckoning us to take a walk before it gets too hot so I can’t dally here. For now I shall leave you with a few photographs of Wynnum…

The African Queen and Other Boats, Trains, Cars and Trucks

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It’s too late at night to write about my long and busy day which began at five-thirty with a four mile walk (there and back) to Wynnum Creek, and I’m too tired to go into detail about the move to Belivah near Beenleigh. Suffice to say that Chris and I had a great time staying with my brother Henry in my hometown of Wynnum (Brisbane, Australia) and tonight we are ensconced with our friend Roland (alias ‘Birdman from Brisbane’). I’ll leave you with photographs of some of the various vehicles we encountered on our two walks today….

You Can’t be Too Careful – A Joke

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Very funny Geoff! Thank you.

The Careful Granny

After working most of her life, Grandma finally retired. At her next checkup, the new doctor told her to bring a list of all the medicines that had been prescribed for her.

As the young doctor was looking through these, his eyes grew wide as he realized she had a prescription for birth control pills.
“Mrs. Smith, do you realize these are BIRTH CONTROL pills?”
“Yes, they help me sleep at night.”
“Mrs. Smith, I assure you there is absolutely NOTHING in these that could possibly help you sleep!”
She reached out and patted the young Doctor’s knee. “Yes, dear, I know that. But every morning, I grind one up and mix it in the glass of orange juice that my 16 year old granddaughter drinks… and believe me, it helps me sleep at night.”

A Taste of Australia

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Here are some photographs of my old hometown of Wynnum at sundown… (My brother Henry let me borrow his new Nikon camera.)

Sixty Years of Prayer

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     A little humour from Gary in Wisconsin…

 

A female CNN journalist heard about a very old Jewish man who had been going to the Western Wall to pray, twice a day, every day, for a long, long time.

So she went to check it out. She went to the Western Wall and there he was, walking slowly up to the holy site.

She watched him pray and after about 45 minutes, when he turned to leave, using a cane and moving very slowly, she approached him for an interview.

“Pardon me, sir, I’m Rebecca Smith from CNN. What’s your name?”

“Morris Feinberg,” he replied.

“Sir, how long have you been coming to the Western Wall and praying?”

“For about 60 years.”

“60 years! That’s amazing! What do you pray for?”

“I pray for peace between the Christians, Jews, and the Muslims.”

“I pray for all the wars and all the hatred to stop.”

“I pray for all our children to grow up safely as responsible adults and to love their fellow man.”

“I pray that politicians tell us the truth and put the interests of the people ahead of their own interests.”

And finally “I pray that everyone will be happy”.

“How do you feel after doing this for 60 years?”

“Like I’m talking to a brick wall!“

The Sights in Dubai

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Today Dubai, tomorrow Australia. Here are some of the highlights of our day in Dubai…

 

Should Have Gone to Spec Savers (or A load of old Soap)

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Not only did we have a delicious lunch at John and Barbara’s favourite garden centre but also I found some novelty soaps which I thought would make nice presents for my Australian friends and family. The bars of soap looked like abstract paintings with swirls and circles, and different colours – some even aped confectionery; and each different variety had a particular scent and a name to best represent the soapy smelly artwork.

I chose six cakes of soap and put each into its own cellophane bag (it was similar to a sweet-shop ‘pick and mix’) but, of course, there were no labels on the bags to indicate the names. So I took photographs of the names, the idea being that I would print out the names and descriptions and pop them in with each respective soap. Unfortunately, I wasn’t wearing my glasses when I took the photos, otherwise I might have noticed that two of the descriptions were intended for our European neighbours…