Skinflint Sunday: Tex Glanville

My cousin in the US linked to this youtube clip of my grandfather. I had no idea this existed. 🙂

My grandfather was active in the vaudeville circuit in Australia, also performing hypnotism as well as the rope spinning, slack-wire walking and juggling. He was a very interesting man. He was one of those people who seem to be good at everything they try their hand at. That was how he caught the eye of my Grandma. He was friends with one of her brothers and he came to their house one afternoon to play tennis. Never played it before, but beat the whole lot of them – and they were a family who played tennis constantly because they had a tennis court!

It was especially poignant because this is exactly how I remember him… I saw them when I was on my honeymoon a year later and so this is how Grandpa will always look like in my head.

Meanwhile, here’s a quick snap of Scout. Clearly, she places no importance on how dachshunds have to be careful and look after their backs. She likes to climb; so climb she must.

I’m hoping to have some big news in the next week or so….

Finance post: First retire – then get rich.

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Chasing seagulls.

Scout’s now 8 months old. She’s a big girl now.

Today I finally took the dogs to the beach. I’ve been on holidays for nearly two weeks but another project has been taking up my time and nervous energy, (more on that soon), but today was the day! As soon as breakfast was over we hot-footed it down to the beach.

When the tide is out a sandbar appears just off the beach, close enough to wade to. Or, if you’re as short as Scout, to swim to. Poppy is an absolute bird dog, so as soon as she spotted these seagulls on the sandbar she was itching to get at them.

They had a few attempts…

… but it all seemed a bit too swimmy and scary. Here Scout holds Poppy’s ear on the way back.

After a bit of thought, and me strategically moving to a narrower and more shallow way to cross…

… they were happy.

They ran up and down that sandbar for ages…

… while young Jeffrey stayed at my feet. Only 2 more days of holidays to go.

Thermomix Recipe: Tahini Saves racing up to the shops when you’ve run out of this. 🙂 Just popped some in a jar to go into the fridge. With a vegetarian son in the house, we’re suddenly making a lot of hummus.

Finance post: Sell! Sell!! Sell!!! Sell? This is a post from easily one of my favourite finance bloggers. You might recall that I reviewed his book The Simple Path to Wealth last year and absolutely loved it.

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Podcasts I’m listening to.

I thought I’d post a few things I’ve been reading and listening to, in case other people are looking for something entertaining to pass the time. (The photo is Evan20 and the dogs at the #backyardbeach.)

PODCASTS.

I’ve been listening to Dave Ramsey‘s podcast for years. For those who haven’t heard of him, he runs a 3-hour talk-back radio show on American radio about getting out of debt and staying away for credit cards and other borrowings forever and ever amen. He uses a few biblical references every now and then, which is weird for Australian ears to get used to, but I love his general philosophy on living beneath your means and reducing risk in your financial world. Every hour he has people come in to do their debt-free screams and they tell their stories. Very motivational stuff.

When my commute got HUGE after I moved an hour away from work, I began to add to my podcast list.

My Dad Wrote a Porno. I’m binge-listening this podcast at the moment and I love it. It’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. Evan20 and I started listening to it and even though this sounds like a weird Mother-Son bonding thing, trust me. This ‘erotic book’ is not erotic in the slightest. It’s made me stop taking the train to work so that I can I have privacy when I hear something hilarious. The premise of the podcast is that a trio of thirty-somethings get together each week to hear a chapter of said porno being read aloud. Two of them haven’t heard it before the recording, so we get their unadulterated reactions to “Rocky Flintstone’s” book. He’s an awful writer. Well worth a listen, though maybe make sure your headphones are working if you’re going to listen to it in public.

The Moth. People go to various venues around the world, throw their names in a hat and, if chosen, speak about a real-life experience they’ve had. Usually, the events have a theme to them. You never know what you’re going to hear, from hilariously funny to heart-wrenchingly sad. I’ve been using some of these podcasts to teach public speaking with my English classes when I run “Moth-style” classes with them.   

This American Life. This is one of my favourite podcasts. Every week is different, with different stories told around a common theme. This podcast is always thought-provoking and entertaining. I look forward to it every Monday – it’s a “must listen.”

SerialThis was the first podcast I subscribed to after listening purely to Dave Ramsay for a couple of years.

The New Yorker has quite a few podcasts. Here are the ones I subscribe to.

The New Yorker: Fiction. Authors read a story written by someone else and then they discuss it. Gee, there’s some wonderful short stories out there!

The New Yorker: Poetry. Every month or so a poet chooses a poem that’s been published in the “New Yorker” magazine and s/he and the poetry editor read and discuss it. Then they read one of their own poems. Marvellous attention to the details and nuances of language. I’ve heard some magnificent poems here.

The New Yorker: The Writer’s Voice – New Fiction. Each month an author reads a short story of theirs that the ‘New Yorker’ has published. I know I’m not alone in liking to be read to.

Alice Isn’t DeadThis is basically a novel broken down into bite-sized pieces. I binged on the first season over a week of travelling on the train. I think the next season is soon to arrive.

Missing Richard SimmonsA friend at work put me onto this one and I really enjoyed it for the first four episodes, but now I’m starting to feel as if this guy’s starting to err on the side of harassment, assuming everything is genuinely fine with Richard Simmons and he just wants to be left alone. Of course, the whole question is that nobody appears to know for sure if this is the case. Interesting listening, but I’m not sure I’ll continue for much longer…

No Such Thing as a Fish. I haven’t listened to this yet, but this is a weekly podcast by the researchers for QI. They get together and talk about the most interesting fact they’ve each uncovered that week. Sounds as if it could be really interesting, and funny as well. Gotta be happy with that!

Welcome to Night Vale. Spo wrote about this one on his blog. I’ve downloaded every episode (yikes! There’s about 3 years’ worth!) but I haven’t tackled it yet.

The Tim Ferris Show. I’ve only listened to one episode, when he interviewed Mr Money Moustache. I’ve downloaded a few eps to try, though they’re quite long and appear to be fairly business-oriented. Still, I’ll give him a go.

Financial Independence podcast – Early Retirement.  I’ve linked to the page on his blog that has a list of who he’s interviewed on his podcast. Lots of the FIRE bloggers are here. (Financial Independence Early Retirement.)

 

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Skinflint Monday: go to the beach for free.

16939331_10209691053168016_4645384439135595636_nOn Sunday the kids and I drove to Mornington dog beach. The dachshund group on FB was having a walk there, so I thought it might be fun to see what it was like. They had a good turn-out, with about 15 dachshunds (and 2 cavaliers.)

 

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They had all different types of dachies, with the most common being black and tan longhairs. Scout was one of 2 miniature wire-haired dogs. They were really excited when we turned up, because Sherlock would have a friend.

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Sherlock is a 9 month-old, though his coat was far fluffier and softer than Scout’s. He’s a brindle colour.

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He was a fair bit bigger than her, too.

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After we were there for a while, I brought out the ball. Poppy and Scout tend to think that a visit to a beach is wasted unless they can chase a ball. Here’s Scout getting slightly bossy.

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Look at the intent gaze…

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Whenever Poppy gets the ball, Scout ‘helps’ by grabbing Poppy’s ear and running with her/being dragged by her all the way back. Poppy has the patience of a saint.

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Here’s one so her breeder can see her topline.

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Most of the dogs socialised with each other, but some decided to crawl into their Mum’s lap. One boy spent the whole time happily nestled in a hole in the rocks.

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Poppy and Jeff enjoyed themselves too. They got so many pats… they were the novelty item. At first I wasn’t sure how the dachshund people would regard the cavaliers, but after Poppy and Jeff ignored the hysterical barking that first greeted us, and were then friendly to the ‘nervous’ dachshund, we were all regarded as part of the pack.

They’re a good size as regards ‘bigger’ dogs. Not so huge as to be scary, but just big enough that the tiny dogs can get socialised.

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I love this shot. Someone else took it for me.

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This is the view I had in the rear-view mirror on the way home. Poppy likes to see where we’re going.

Financial post: Our greatest love stories are all about money.

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And now, an old Youtube clip.

 

Financial post: Well worth watching. Grab a coffee and settle in!

I started the morning in such a productive way, getting so many things done before work, so I thought I’d keep the ball rolling and actually write a blog post on the blog, instead of just in my head.

So much, yet so little, has been happening. Though I had a win today: A year 7 boy came up to me at the end of the class this morning and said, “I never thought I’d say this, but English is the BEST class!”

Readers who’ve been with me for a while may recall that I bought a house for myself for Christmas in 2015 and moved to a beachside suburb further out along the train line, in preparation for my house to be torn down. Well, the house is still standing and my youngest son, Evan20, has been living there all this time. However, the power and gas are getting turned off tomorrow and Evan20 will be moving back with David23 and my good self. Personally, I think he’ll be thrilled to be moving back home. I’m positively delightful to live with. (Plus, he has Poppy, Jeff, Scout and Daphne to cuddle.) Imagine, having had almost a year’s worth of independence when you’re 20, then moving back in with the Parental Unit. He’ll be so happy…

I’ve gone back to teaching full-time and I like all of my classes, thankfully. I have 2 year 7 English classes who are bright and bubbly, a year 8 English class who are almost robotically well-behaved, a year 12 Theatre Studies class and a year 9 English Skills class. This last group are the kids who need more help in English. For some unknown reason, I have them on the last 2 periods of the week – the two periods where no-one wants to work, particularly on the bits and bobs like grammar, punctuation and spelling. It’s been 3 weeks now and so far no-one’s killed anyone. I’m keeping the lessons fast and entertaining and they’re a nice group of kids, though you have to watch ’em like a hawk.

My year 12 class is working on the play ‘Twelve Angry Men’, which I’m so excited about. I’ve wanted to do this play for 3 years and up till now the kids haven’t chosen it. They’ve changed the name to ‘Twelve Angry Jurors’ because more than half of them are female. It’s coming along really well and I think they’ll do a good job. 🙂

I thnk that’s enough for today. Cheers! 🙂

 

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Back to reality.

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Sadly, the school term has started and I’m back at work. My holidays were pretty much spent in a haze of reading, Netflix, reading from a screen and then beach walking. A nap, then back to reading again. It was heaven.

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Scout is growing like a weed. She and the cavaliers are a happy little unit. We used to get heaps of comments about how pretty the cavaliers are whenever we were out walking, but now they’re completely ignored and it’s all about Scout.

The development of the old house has still not begun. Evan20 is moving out next week and then the coast will be clear for the house to be demolished. It’s been dragging on for so long I can hardly believe that soon the building will start.

Ah well! The start of a new year!

Thermomix recipe: Green Olive and Butter Bean Dip

Finance article: How much you will earn and spend in your lifetime.

 

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Skinflint Sunday: is it time for another nanna nap?

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Well, Christmas has come and gone, and it was as wonderful as always. In the week between it and new year’s I’ve read 9 novels, slept many nanna naps and seen quite a few Dr Phil shows. I also discovered that the school has thousands of movies I can access from the library website, so I’ve caught up on heaps of movies I either haven’t seen for years (hello ‘Romper Stomper’) or I was always going to get around to seeing. My fitbit steps have gone to hell, but I’m feeling really well-rested and happy. Time for a new year!

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The love that Scout feels for Daphne has only become deeper with time. The level of tolerance that Daphne exhibits towards Scout has deepened too. A bit.

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In the final month of the school year, Scout was coming into work with me on the days that David23 had work and couldn’t feed her lunch. Which, working in a kitchen in the lead-up to Christmas, was almost every day. We’d ride in on the train together, we’d walk I’d carry her up the road to the school and then she’d come to all my classes with me.

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The kids loved her! Especially the naughty year 9 boys, which was a bit of a bonus for me. I’d agree to let them hold her if they sat still and did their work. Considering everyone in that equation was a wriggly puppy, it worked a treat. She’s the most well-socialised puppy in Melbourne, because with over 2,000 kids wanting to pat her, she’s certainly not afraid of strangers.

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Morale in my staff room has never been higher. She didn’t put a foot wrong the whole time she was there… thank goodness. Then at the end of the day we’d ride the train on the way home, then off we’d go to the beach.

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I love this shot. Poppy was mesmerised.

Next year I go back to work full-time, so I’m soaking up these holidays.

This financial post says it all. I read it a few days ago and it encapsulates exactly how I live my life.

Thermomix Recipe: Coconut Chia pudding I really like having a healthy breakfast ready to go, especially on work days.

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Skinflint Sunday: in Scout’s own words.

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My Mum said that the council website (whatever that is) says that after Nov 1 each year until March 31, dogs are only allowed on the beach leash-free (wherever that is) from sunrise until 7AM. This morning, Poppy woke me at 5:30, so after breakfast my Mum grabbed us all, put the very exciting leads on us, (my brother Jeff tries to bite his and my Mum tells him off. I try to do it too…), and we went down to the beach for a half-hour’s stroll. It was heaven.img_8246

So many new things to explore!

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Sometimes my brother and sister would race off without me…

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…but they always came back.

img_8271There were lots of crunchy shells to walk on…

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… as well as some washed-up dead fish. Smells terrific! For some reason my Mum wouldn’t let us eat them.

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Sometimes it all got to be so HUGE, that I just had to take some time to take it all in.img_8269

But then we were off again.

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I love my big sister and brother. Poppy and Jeff know everything, and life is really good now that they’re finally talking to me. Jeff didn’t like me for the longest time,  but he lets me sleep next to him now.

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Sometimes if I’m lucky, my sister Poppy will let me swing from her ears. My Mum says that Poppy will never have long ears again if she lets me do this, but I don’t care.

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Mum said we were only having a short walk, because we had to be off the beach by 7AM. It didn’t seem like a short walk to me… everyone’s legs are so much longer than mine.

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Then once we were on our way home, my Mum saw a sign that seemed to make her Very Happy. She said, “This place just keeps getting better and better!” We can have lots of walks on the beach and we don’t have to get up too early for them.

This may be a problem for Poppy. She likes jumping onto my Mum’s bed at what I think is called, “this ungodly hour.” Poppy loves to get her breakfast as soon as possible.

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As soon as we got home this awful THING started moving around and making noise. It didn’t listen to my brave barking. My Mum calls it Dobby and she said I have to get over it because she loves it.

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It was all a bit tiring. My brother Jeff and I watched my Mum stack the dishwasher before Tom24 came over for a visit. She says he’s my big brother too. But my big brother Jeff is soft and cuddly.

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So this happened…

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Read this post to see where it all started. Milly has a lot to answer for, though anyone who ever thinks I won’t attain a goal once I set it… is an idiot.

Once I met Milly I asked her owners about her breeding. For those readers new to the blog, before I had kids I used to breed and show Cavalier King Charles Spaniels. In other words, I know how the game works. Milly’s owners said “Drakesleat… they’re the best in the UK.”

I emailed Jenny… Poppy and Jeff’s breeder… to ask her who she’d recommend. As a serious breeder, she knows lots of people in the dog world. She said a woman who was friends with Bertie’s breeder (pictured below) was the person to go through.

Turns out… it was the same person. Lucky Lisa strikes again!

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Dear old Bertie with short ears.

I contacted the breeder in the UK and asked if she’d exported any stock to Australia. I didn’t want to import a bitch from the UK because they have to be at least 6 months old and I wanted a puppy. Fortunately, she put me onto a breeder in Brisbane who has based his kennels on her Drakesleat lines. So before I even got back to Australia I had a pup on order.

Only took a year.

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So meet Scout. She’s 12 weeks old and has been with us for 3 days. She flew down from Brisbane on Saturday, met all of the boys on Sunday and now as I’m typing this she’s asleep under my desk at work on Monday. I have permission to bring her in when David23 is working and won’t be there to give her lunch. The tennis ball is there for scale.

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Poppy and Jeff are still at the stage of loftily ignoring her, hoping that she’ll go back to wherever she came from. The cat is a different matter.

img_8215Daphne has seen many a puppy arrive, so she knows exactly how to get the upper hand and keep it.

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I’ll leave you with some photos that seem to capture Poppy and Jeff’s feelings at this unexpected turn of events in their lives. Feel free to comment with what you think they may be thinking…

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Jeffrey.

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Poppy and Jeff.

🙂

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Not bad for a 13 year old cat.

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You know the feeling that you get when you wake up one morning and think, “I must beautify myself. I’m going to the hairdresser!!”

I decided to try one closer to home, as up until now I’ve just kept going to my old hairdresser at Southland. $90 for a cut and colour… though for the last year it was a bit hit and miss. I’ll never forget my horror when I realised I’d have to see the UK and Europe as a redhead!!!

Honestly, this new place just gets better and better. For the same price as my old hairdresser I got a better cut and colour and it’s only a 2 minute drive from my house. Happy days.

On Saturday morning I rounded the corner into the laundry with an armful of clothes, innocently singing the chorus to Bon Jovi’s ‘Living on a Prayer’… (though I always change it to ‘It DOES make a difference if we make it or not”… because Oh My Lordy yes it does), and then suddenly my song changed from Bon Jovi to an operatic note, held at a high pitch and at great volume.


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Poppy cornered a rat the afternoon before, at dusk, so I put Daphne out to deal with it. I let her back in at around 9 and I didn’t think she’d done anything.

I guess it was nice of her to want to share.

img_7917She’s the only cat here now, since Maris died. She’s loving being the only cat and she’s become so much more sociable. She was always the more affable of the two of them, but now she’s positively vivacious.

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This is the Backyard Beach at about 6:15AM. So far I’ve only taken them once… it’s a VERY early start to the day! But until March 1, this is the only time they can run leash-free at the beach. I have to admit, it was a beautiful start to the day.

Finance post: The 4% Rule, withdrawal rates and how much can I spend anyway?

Thermomix recipe: Ohhh Emmm Geee I Love Your Caramel Slice I’m probably going to make this for our next morning tea in the staff room.

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