Synchronicity

In the Op Shop 
a couple of Fridays ago...

It was actually the week after Will and Duchess What's her Face? were married and around about the time the American's were throwing Osama Bin Laden's body into the deep blue,  a volunteer with a wry sense of humour (I can't claim this one) ferreted out these two books and put them on display.

The late posting makes it less topical, but I think still worth the effort.

Have a lovely weekend, everyone.

Gambling makes you fat

I found myself near some poker machines on the weekend and succumbed to putting a couple of dollars (literally $2) in the slot.  Being the big gambler I am, I played a one cent machine...or as our friends in the U.S.A. would say...I played the penny slots.  

Of course, I lost my money.  

I didn't expect to do otherwise.

On Monday I found myself gambling again.
I should have known better!
I wasn't gambling for a win, I was gambling not to lose.  

The odds were strongly in my favour.  

You see every time I peg out the goats I run the risk of puncturing the polypipe that runs from the pump on the creek into my neighbour's property.  (My pipe is metal so no probs there.)
In fact, I actually mentioned this to the the Cook and her mum who were out there with me. 

But when you consider the diameter of the pipe
compared to the width of the neighbour's land....

you would have to be very lucky unlucky to hit it.

It wasn't until I went to bring the goats in later that day that I saw the puddle, actually the small to middling sized lake I had created.

Look at that!  

What an unlucky shot...right through the centre!

I have never fixed one of these before but for sure it must be easy.
Yesterday, the Cook and I drove the 25 kms up the mountain
to the hardware store to buy the necessaries.

This wasn't all bad because the hardware store

is next to a wonderful bakery aptly named The Flying Tarts.
So we flew in for brunch.
You would have lost your money if you bet otherwise on such a sure thing!

In the hardware, I explained what sort of thingy I needed and when the nice man asked what size, I made a circle with my finger and thumb...gamble number three.  

Yep! It was a dead cert to be the wrong size!

So today we will be going back up the mountain to change it ...
unfortunately we will have to have another coffee and cake.

Now that, my friends, 
is why gambling makes you fat!

Serendipity

I don't believe in fate.  That is too predetermined for me.  Serendipity is another thing all together.  Coincidences and chance abound...and if you are willing and able to make a quick decision things can turn out in unimagined, useful and  sometimes exciting ways.  I have written about a couple of serendipitous moments in my life on a separate page.  I warn you, they are quite extraordinary.

My most recent experience of serendipity occured yesterday. Whilst driving on the way somewhere we had to stop for a man was trying to shoo some goats, who had escaped, back onto his property.  We got talking....well you know the rest.

Meet Bazza

5 month old wether.

And Bubba

Bazza's sister. 

They are two of triplets born to an old Saanen doe and their father is a Boer.  They were hand reared and although a little befuddled by their new surroundings are quite tame.  Bubba loves a cuddle but Bazza is still a bit suspicious.