Passed on

Australia has unfortunately picked up the American phrase, passed on, and that has religious connotations, as passed on to a better place, perhaps heaven, maybe hell, but is there anywhere for we who are at times good and at times bad? 

In response to someone who uses passed, I will use the word passed, but for me the words are dead or has died. In my personal life, I have not said passed. 

Passed sounds gentler, softer, less confronting. But my Ray did not pass. He died suddenly, with some pain as his guts filled with blood from his ruptured aorta. He passed nowhere. He died while unconscious from blood loss. He's gone. Completely dead. 

I know I am out of step with society on this one, and if you say passed on, that is fine with me, but in my life, people have just died and they are dead.

My old blog had a about thirty unpublished posts, and this is the only unpublished post I have, written either on July eleventh or November seventh.  I can't tell from 11/7/24 with Blogger inconsistent dating system.  

Here is a photo for you. It isn't fake. Apparently you were given time for shopping in Vienna along the way. Would you like to take the trip? The fresh fruit in Vienna is rather good, imported from somewhere, along with apple strudel with vanilla sauce (custard). 

"Darling, an omnibus to Calcutta? What fun!"

Monday Mural

Along with Sami and others I am posting a photo mural, one which I did not immediately see even though it stared me in the face when I stayed in Geelong last weekend. I can never understand how mural artists get perspective. 

Sunday Selections

Elephant's Child, River and others participate in Sunday Selections. Here is my Sunday effort. 

Talk about from birth to the grave. This might come close. I thought it was so sweet. Imagine meeting the love of your life at the age of...seven?

My arranged cupboards are but a distant memory. I can no longer find anything. This one is not so bad.

Why is my Vegemite now pushed to the back of the cupboard? Where is my honey? My peanut butter? At least the labelled canisters have been respected, but the cupboard is now chaotic, with all sorts of exotic spices. 

No real change here.

This horrible corner cupboard was kind of well arranged. We knew where things were. Even after an attempt with Phyllis to make it organised, it is a disaster. Right at the back is an electric beater and an electric knife. 

To be fair, this other corner cupboard was never good, but it is whole lot worse now.

Oh yes, I have stashed these of Ray's history to look at down the track. As JayCee said, I am very busy being a retired person. 

I pointed out these Airstream buses out to Kosov in the way to town last week. Nephew and his wife stayed in one once. Maybe I should? 

A modern building off William Street I think, with rather a nice stained leadlight window.

Can you please tell me the location of this gorgeous road, and then how to use AI?