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Care ~ perfection

“WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT!” a poem 16 Aug 2019 (Freya was a mother too!)

Maybe a lot more people care,* but you expect them to act a certain way,

AND THEY DON’T!!?!! So, you are OFTEN apt to say:

For instance:

“You really don’t care – because you’ve not called me today!”

Or: “If you REALLY loved me, you-WOULD-HAVE-remembered my-birthday-is-in-


SUCH PEOPLE WE MIGHT CALL: “relatives!” or “a sister” or “a brother,”

OR “household pets!” or “people who-call-you-MOTHER!”

What you expect THAT-SHOWS-YOU- they-care, YOU MAY NOT GET,

BUT! Don’t GIVE UP! For, you can always place this bet:

That when you least expect it, they’ll do JUST what you KNOW,

They SHOULD HAVE DONE to show you they care! Then, you’ll glow;

KNOWING they truly, absolutely – and always did CARE,

And-you might maybe even-go-so-far-as-to DARE,

To “imagine” that you DON”T-really-know – always what others might do,

To show they REALLY care,

For “little ol’ YOU!”

fin <3

  • – (about you) THAN YOU THINK!

~ Oh! Mr Best You’re Very Bad – Jane Austen Shared

Oh! Mr. Best, you’re very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By me, a tunefull Poet.– You used to go to Harrowgate Each summer as it came, And why I pray should you refuse To go this year the same?– The way’s as plain, the road’s as smooth, The Posting not increased; You’re scarcely stouter than you were, Not younger Sir at least.– If e’er the waters were of use Why now their use forego? You may not live another year, All’s mortal here below.– It is your duty Mr Best To give your health repair. Vain else your Richard’s pills will be, And vain your Consort’s care. But yet a nobler Duty calls You now towards the North. Arise ennobled–as Escort Of Martha Lloyd stand forth. She wants your aid–she honours you With a distinguished call. Stand forth to be the friend of her Who is the friend of all.– Take her, and wonder at your luck, In having such a Trust. Her converse sensible and sweet Will banish heat and dust.– So short she’ll make the journey seem You’ll bid the Chaise stand still. T’will be like driving at full speed From Newb’ry to Speen hill.– Convey her safe to Morton’s wife And I’ll forget the past, And write some verses in your praise As finely and as fast. But if you still refuse to go I’ll never let your rest, Buy haunt you with reproachful song Oh! wicked Mr. Best!– ~ Oh! Mr Best You’re Very Bad – Jane Austen Shared


Port Augusta is known as a ‘working class town’, which is ironic because no one there has a job. The city has been redundant since its port ceased to operate in 1973, making half of its name a lie. Attempts to resuscitate ‘Portagutter’ by kick-starting a new economy predicated on polluting the atmosphere with copious amounts of carbon ended with the closure of all of its coal-fired power plants in the 2010s. Now little more than a blight on the South Australian desert landscape, Port Augusta exists purely so people can confuse it with Port Pirie and Port Lincoln.

Port Augusta is cursed with a punishing climate that sees the mercury push 50 degrees, forcing feral punters to cool off in the flooded rubbish tip known as the Spencer Gulf. 500 algae-encrusted shopping trolleys were recently fished up from waters near the wharf to prevent jumpers from landing on them, but a sizeable trolley reef remains.

Aside from a derelict disused port, Port Disgusta boasts a world-class collection of abandoned buildings, towering razor-wire-tipped fences, beaches with more broken glass than sand, and patches of dirt in lieu of lawns. It’s also home to the Australian Arid Lands Botanic Garden, which showcases all of the nothing that grows in the Outback. A former hit with overseas visitors was the now-closed Baxter Detention Centre/refugee prison, which attracted tourists from all over Southeast Asia and the Middle East, and must have been incredible because most visitors stayed for years.

Port Augusta: Where the Dirt Meets the Sea.

Only in AUSTRALIA 🇦🇺

Australian Forests ~ Victoria

The heart of the Dandenong Ranges, this is Perrins creek road….a mystical place, full of intrigue and timelessness. I have been down this road on a few occasions and it seems to be there is always something new to find. Once you encounter this place, the memories never fade, nor does the longing to return….