Jan's Chronicles

I guess typing on a chromebook forces an oldie like me to learn new tricks. Using unconventional key combos to initiate upper case letters would be one of the most infamous. Fellow chromebook newcomers, if this new trick causes you to grind your teeth in chagrin, please do not despair and do not stress out your dental health or the mental health of your dentist any more than you need to, because we are all there in the same place.  There's no such thing as 'we have all been there', unfortunately. This chagrin is an ongoing condition. Oldies like me take forever to learn it. To achieve mastery is a dream that shall never come true. Anyway, before this post turns into a rebel's ramble against the chromebook, and instead of wishing everyone a blessed if belated Christmas like a normal person, I would like to propose a theory regarding the amount of hair o on a person's head and its relation to the amount of brains within said person's cranial cavity. As with any th...

Dear Mr and Ms Maslin, I have good news for you and baby sis Violet. I have found Evie. She is a boarder at RSPCA  Norwood, she is the sweetest medium sized feline that ever graced the lodge,  has a best friend called Nellie, and is waiting for a family to adopt her. She was the Princess Royale in your family when she was with you. Now she is of course Her Royal Highness the Princess of Norwood, so a potential family would have to pay a hefty sum to be able to adopt both her and her best friend aka her lady in waiting.  Evie being Evie, she gave the matrons the same price of just under $40 for only adopting herself to keep the database happy, but she has also made it very clear that she won't leave without Nellie, for whom she set three times the amount of adoption fees than her own. To the Princess, Nellie is never just a friend or her lady in waiting; she is her life. Families looking for two sweetest feline girls out there, please pop in to the lodge at Petbarn Norwood...

  If you are feeling cheerful right now, you might want to stop reading. There is a sleepy little pocket halfway up the hills here in Cambradelaide, by name Mitcham. There are two locales here that means something more than mere locales to my sister.  One is Scotch College, and the other is the Edinburgh Hotel on High Street.  My sister was a faith-based support worker for the disabled. One of her clients from a different suburb died of cardiac arrest at the Edinburgh Hotel, on the floors of the gaming room, in September 2019, leaving behind two adult children, older brother David and younger sister Mary. The nearby Scotch College shares the same name as the one in a neighbouring state to the west, where the eldest of three young siblings was a pupil, and where, in July 2014, all three of them perished together with their grandfather on the MH17 flight returning home from Amsterdam.  The three siblings were called Mo, Evie and Otis, then aged 12, 10, and 8. I was bar...

 Ok. I mentioned yesterday that I was going to put down some details concerning the ongoing feud between two schools here down in Cambradelaide. hmm...anyone has any idea what Cambradelaide even means? It's just a weird compound word that popped up in my head, like how random thoughts on creation popped up in God's head when he was slaving away in those seven-day overtime hours of grave labour, perhaps the most fateful for the creatures and times to come.  I'm not God, nor a god. I may be inclined to worship the gods from the ancient civilisations around the world, Greek ones not being the most ancient of them all, but I only do that out of an appreciation for culture. When it comes to the soul and the spirit, I'm an unapologetic monotheist. Jesus is my one and only Lord and King, both in this world and the next.  Although none of us mere mortals has the luxury of being God, or a god, we can still enjoy some privileges only the likes of the deities can have, such as cre...