Poor Old Henry’s Unwinding Strategies

I can remember you know when we were younger. I was always Flatstick and we worked hard and it was very hard to sort of relax and unwind at the end of the day – wasn’t it?

I suppose one of the things about being older is it without having to sort of tire ourselves out so much during the day and come home with it all still a go in our heads and including planning for tomorrow, that you can kind of sit back in and take it a bit easy and you don’t have to worry too much about what tomorrow is bringing apart from the appointments that you might have.

No more waking up in the morning and you’re on the go flat stick straight away and now that we’re retired we don’t have to be Flatstick straight away. I think that makes for easier relaxing at night.

Being retired the worries of tomorrow are not so focused in your head as when you are working and only have a small respite time before having to be up and at it again.

I have a dental check in three days

My dental surgeon is outstanding but calls for checking remind me of Poor Old Henry as Poor Little Henry.

The teeth are chattering three days out in anticipation of the coming check.

They remind me of a time they were ‘babies’ and presented themselves to Mr Werral and his foot-powered drill set up on a street-side open verandah of a timber merchant’s trading centre in Moora – WA -on alternative Saturdays in the 1950’s.

There are moments in history that remain watermarked in the memory banks.

Henry is flummoxed – 4

Are denocratic governments really democratic, or is it that they are just less totalitarian in some aspects of their political leadership thatmight be the case in pronounced totalitarian countries?

Is totalitarianism an aspect of all governments, with its severity of impact in some countries making it more rigid than in other countries that have a more laid-back and laissez-fairere attitude to some aspects of governance?

Are ALL governments focused on controlling citizens?

Henry is flummoxed – 3

Why are people on huge salaries often such poor performers in the roles they fill?

Why is Australia so delinquent in preparing for future social and economic uncertainty?

Why do people with huge wealth feud so bitterly about wanting more – particularly as they can not take it with them when they die?

Poor Old Henry listened to the words of a wise food expert

I was little, weak, Puy, and undersized and underweight for someone my age. It worried me more so as time passed

That was until I met a canteen lady who managed the school canteen. She told me that she was a canteen lady and could help me to grow. I was full of scepticism and was probably rude in asking her “how“ that could possibly be true.

She replied to me.“My nourishing food will help you to grow.“A light dawned within my soul. I regularly are her nourishing food and I certainly did grow.

Canteen ladies can share much wisdom if those they feed are prepared to listen to them.

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Culinary Heaven saves on building costs

“The Shredded Chef” is so good that service in Darwin and Palmerston means new homes and apartments may soon be constructed without regular kitchens.

This will be an exciting prospect for new homebuyers. This will be an exciting prospect for new homebuyers. There will be substantial savings on construction costs and a guarantee of moderately priced nutritious meals available through subscription to “The Shredded Chef“. There will be substantial savings on construction costs and a guarantee of moderately priced nutritious meals available through subscription to “The Shredded Chef”.

You know – 2

You know you are getting old when you know that everyone in every group is younger than you.

You know your better days are passed when the icecream which just cost you $3.50, was one you once purchased for five cents.

You know the world is spinning out of control when half the world is at war, with infrastructure in a growing number of countries and regions being reduced to rubble and dust.

You Know – 1

You Know – 1

You are getting old when you start talking about the burial places of predeceased family and friends.

You are aging when people appointed to key organisational positions are younger than your youngest child.

You are getting past it when the body will not respond to the mind’s request that you get up from your reclining chair and attend to work-related tasks

Henry is Flummoxed – 2

Why is Chris Bowen allowed to spout on about renewables when it is patently obvious he us on the wrong track?

Why are hundreds of thousands of hectares being ripped from primary agricultural use and turned into useless land because of transmission towers and lines?

Does not this smack of the way the South African and Zimbabwe Governments have reappropriated lands in their countries?

THE LATEST DEFINITION

What does MMIWG2SLGBTQQIA+GENOCIDE stand for?

AI Responded

MMIWG2SLGBTQQIA+GENOCIDE stands for:

  • MMIWG: Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women and Girls
  • 2S: Two-Spirit (a term used by some Indigenous North Americans to describe a person who embodies both masculine and feminine spirits)
  • LGBTQQIA+:
  • L: Lesbian
  • G: Gay
  • B: Bisexual
  • T: Transgender
  • Q: Queer/Questioning
  • Q: Queer/Questioning (the second ‘Q’ can also represent ‘queer’)
  • I: Intersex
  • A: Asexual
  • +: Represents other sexual orientations and gender identities
  • GENOCIDE: Refers to the systematic extermination or significant oppression of a group of people.

This term highlights the violence and discrimination faced by Indigenous women, girls, and members of the LGBTQIA+ community, emphasizing the ongoing crisis of missing and murdered individuals within these groups in many regions, particularly in Canada and the United States.

it’s getting longer and longer and longer and…

Asked of AI

Poor Old Henry’s morning rituals – 1
What are they
?

Response:

Poor Old Henry’s morning rituals could encompass a range of activities that reflect his routine and personality. Here are some ideas:

1. Waking Up

  • Early Rise: Henry wakes up at dawn, greeted by the soft light filtering through his curtains.
  • Stretching: He takes a moment to stretch his tired limbs, preparing for the day ahead.

2. Coffee Brewing

  • Coffee Preparation: Henry makes a pot of strong coffee, relishing the aroma as it brews.
  • Special Mug: He pours his coffee into his favorite, slightly chipped mug that holds fond memories.

3. Morning Walk

  • Neighborly Stroll: He takes a slow walk around the neighborhood, nodding at familiar faces.
  • Nature Appreciation: Henry stops to appreciate the blooming flowers and the chirping of birds.

4. Reading

  • Daily Newspaper: Back home, he sits down with his coffee and reads the newspaper, savoring the quiet moments.
  • Book Snippet: Occasionally, he reads a few pages from a book that he’s currently enjoying.

5. Breakfast Routine

  • Light Breakfast: He prepares a simple breakfast, perhaps toast with jam and a piece of fruit.
  • Listening to Music: While eating, he listens to his favorite oldies playlist, tapping his foot to the rhythm.

6. Journaling

  • Gratitude Journal: Henry spends a few minutes writing in his gratitude journal, reflecting on the good things in his life.
  • Thoughts for the Day: He jots down his thoughts and aspirations for the day ahead.

7. Personal Care

  • Grooming: Easy-going grooming routine, perhaps a quick shave and combing his hair.
  • Dress Code: He selects his outfit for the day, usually something comfortable yet presentable.

8. Daily Planning

  • To-Do List: Henry writes down a list of tasks he hopes to accomplish, setting a clear intention for the day.

These rituals create a comforting rhythm to his mornings, reflecting his personality and the simple joys of life.

Response:

YEEHAH!! AI DOESN’T KNOW EVERYTHING

Poor Old Henry’s morning rituals – 1

There are 3600 seconds in the first hour of each morning. The first hour may start at different times depending on awakening.

For example, the first hour today started at 10.30 am , yesterday at 8.00 am and so on. This happens because of retirement.

In the olden days many years ago at Warburton Ranges, my day would generally start at around 3.30’am. It was 1974.

I was a school principal and also a remote-area student studying by correspondence. Our house was joined to the school by a shared aluminium roof and separated by a breezeway that led to our donkey boiler and the school’s sole rainwater tank. (Maybe more about those later),

At 3.30 am, I would go into my classroom which was the closest of the four linear classrooms to our house. There I would spent around two hours, sometimes a little longer, studying. (Again, maybe more about that later).

At the end of my solitude of study, I would check with my wife and our three children, then aged nearly three, 18 months and three months of age – at the start anyway.

I would then light our donkey boiler fire to ensure hot water.

Showering and dressing followed. Then it was off to fuel the donkey boilers that heated water for the communal showers.

That involved stacking dried tree branches – that had been delivered by the community – under the 44 gallon drums and firing the wood in order that the water in the drums was heated.

The boilers were set up with proper inlet and outlet reticulation so hot water was replaced by cold. The drums were placed on their sides to facilitate heating.

To be continued

Cold War –  the reflections of a 1946-born baby

Personal  

The Cold War had an impact on me in many different ways. For me, the most significant event was serving compulsory military service in Vietnam during the Vietnam War. It worked this way: those who turned 20 years of age at a particular point in time had their names, or at least their birthdays, on marbles put into a barrel. A sufficient quantity of those birthdates was pulled out of the barrel to satisfy conscription requirements for each period of time. My birthday is 24 February. I was just so petrified, so worried, so anxious that that marble would be pulled. Those unfortunate enough to be conscripted were required either to put their occupational training on hold and undertake that military service, which included going to Vietnam, or, in the alternative, to finish their training if they were partway through, then defer their employment until that conscripted military service was undertaken.

So many people work in scripted roles whose lives were both physically and mentally ruined, shattered by the Vietnam War. Not the least of those outcomes was that returning veterans from Vietnam were not appreciated nor admired by the population as a whole. Rather, they were spurned and criticised for the fact that their efforts helped to create havoc within Vietnam for the local populations.

Although that has now been put to rights, the consequences of the Vietnam War are such that those impacted still have the horror of those 1970s periods built into their psyche, their thinking, and what happened to them.

Political

The Cold War placed Australia in an invidious position, requiring it to choose which political ‘team’ to support. 

Without hesitation, Australia always fell in behind America. One of the things during the Cold War that I most remember is our Prime Minister of the time saying that Australia was “all the way with LBJ “ – Lyndon B. Johnson, the American President.

 America – historically proven to be one of the most, if not the most, aggressive countries in the world when it comes to starting war – 

As always, Australia followed like a little lapdog. So it has been that we’ve had troops and resources channel into supporting America in a Multitude of overseas conflicts. The worst experience was probably that of Vietnam, where our engagement in the Arthur military “initiative” always gave a sense of being right there with the United States.

In many respects, that Cold War attitude has never faded! It also means that Australia has become increasingly isolated within its own region, with its neighbours. Apart from New Zealand, we are in essence the odd country out in this corner of the world. With relationships between America and us facing increasing strains, I feel that the vulnerability that began during the Cold War is certainly spilling over into the present. I am reminded of the words written by Professor Hugh White in his Cordially Essay, “Sleepwalking to War,” which were both realistic and dire.

Social

In social terms and in general interactions with people, the Cold War had little impact on me. That was largely because my living situation throughout most of the Cold War period was one of rural isolation, then school isolation, from the broader social context.

At the back of my mind, and probably most other people in their late teens, 20s, and early 30s, was just what might happen in terms of any explosion on the world stage and the consequences of that, certainly as they got older, on their economic and family circumstances.

The fear that existed for myself and many others coming into their 20s in age terms was the apprehension associated with the Vietnam War and whether or not we were likely to be conscripted and forced into military service. That was a shadow that hung over me and, I suspect, over the majority of people, particularly men, my age. Conscription was for men, not for women.

Educational and cultural changes

Educationally and culturally, the predominant theme at the time was to look with admiration upon “the West” and those countries that stood, in democratic terms, against totalitarian governments and, certainly, against communism. Communism was “dirty”. As always, education played a significant role in shaping the thinking patterns that underpinned students’ conceptual development. Their abhorre3ence at the elements of persuasion that were part of this period, in large part, influenced people to regard Vietnam Veterans as people who were traitors rather than as people helping in the American/Australian efforts to ‘liberate’ the power and influence of the communist spread in that part of the world.

Media and communication

Knowing what was going on in the world was slower, and Father as Victoria, then is the case these days. We learned about what was happening with respect to everything, including the Cold War and its impacts, through the radio, newspapers, and discussions with others. What we knew was often listened to by the pit of media coverage.

Telephone communications were expensive for long-distance calls, and a per-word price limited telegrams; therefore, “express” mail was really out of the question. Newspaper reports were often days late by the time you received them. Radio was a better option, but again it was limited by the fact that shortwave radio was at least unreliable and often very, very ecstatic if you were listening on the wireless.

Personal Opinion

My personal involvement in the Cold War was limited to thoughts about the fear of military service, the priority I placed on men’s lives, the disruption the Cold War might cause to my career, and my very real concern about myself and the impact of the Cold War on impersonal terms. When I wasn’t called up, the primary focus of the Cold War disappeared from my thinking.

This was partly due to where I was living and partly to my preoccupation with a new career in teaching. For the most part, aside from my two years of training, college life was remote, and we were rather out of touch with what was happening in the broader world.

You would hear about what was going on, often beyond its immediate currency. Still, it seemed distant and far away, and world Affairs faded into the background because of the primary focus on living and working 1200 km from Perth and 600 km from the nearest town. There was no Radio, and communication with the outside world was by VJY radio transmission.

From time to time, I would hear of unfortunate things happening to people connected to the war emerging from this period, and how it was negatively impacting them. That made me remotely empathetic, but the personal distance from what was happening obviously dulled my sense of and sensitivity to the pitiless savagery of the Cold War and its consequences.

Henry Gray.

April 9 2026

DEMENTIA THE SILENT, INSIDIOUS SCOURGE

  • Dementia is a merciless scourge sowing weeds in the brain.
  •  Dementia clouds once clear minds with kaleidoscopic confusion.
  • Dementia now Australia’s number one destroyer of human life. Denentia strangles laughter, sucks oxygen from merriment.
  • Dementia is akin to brain cancer. But is not curable.
  • Dementia – one of Revelation’s seven last incurable plagues.
  • Dementia now Australia’s number one destroyer of human life.
  • Dementia’s status as Australia’s No 1 killer is kept quiet.
  • Dementia reduces living to existing.
  • Alas, the dementia mind wanders aimlessly in time and space.
  •  Constant vigilance is a ‘must’ for dementia carers.
  • Dementia is frankenstinian sucking the blood out of life.
  • Dementia is like incurable cancer, slowly and excruciatingly squeezing and dragging you down.
  • Dementia slowly kills the crowns of family trees.
  • Dementia is incurable because the brainbox is a sealed unit.
  • Dementia diminishes  life’s sparkle and grows lethargy.
  • Dementia carers are desperate to improve lives of cared for.
  • Dementia sufferer’s minds  can be assailed by awful thoughts.
  • Dementia  creates scams and distortions in sufferer’s minds.
  • Dementia saps the confidence of sufferers and their carers.
  • Dementia sufferers can respond unpredictably on occasion.
  • Dementia carers’ minds cannot be  turned off for a minute. 
  • Dementia  sufferers ask incessant strings of questions.
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Fun way to exercise

Running around the table while shredding paper.

Counting your steps on a timed interval of choice.

Keeping a tally of steps taken each day.

Counting the steps taken during the playing of a song or songs on the radio.

Singing and singing – that is an exercise for Poor Old Henry.

JOYBELLS FOR TRUMP

THE AMERICAN CHORUS OF JOYFUL ALLEGIANCE

COMING SOON

To be introduced into all American schools and classrooms from preschool to tertiary institutions.

To become an educational institution on June 14 2026, the day this great leader celebrates his eightieth birthday and joins the octogenarian ranks as its most important member of all time.

To become a prescribed chorus to be sung three times in every learning environment during the first ten minutes of every school day or at the start of the first lecture on any university day.

To be learned and sung in English.

The last line of each stanza is to be sung with enthusiastic gusto. 

To be sung at the commencement of all celebrations – concerts, graduations, sporting fixtures, board meetings, staff meetings, and so on, before following proceedings begin. (To be, in essence, accorded the same import as ‘Welcome to Country obligations in Australia.)

To be incorporated into the benedictions and conclusions of all religious services, except for weddings, where it will be sung as a part of matrimonial proceedings.

To be included in the recordings of bedtime ‘talking bears’ and other cuddly toys that children listen to before they go to sleep.

To become an inherent part of all screen savers on all devices used by members of the American population. 

The Tribute – to be sung with sincerity, feeling, and from the heart.

Donald John Trump,

Donald John Trump,

We praise the Lord every day,

For DONALD JOHN TRUMP.

X2 more repeats.

Carefree Driving on Territory Roads

There ‘s a motor car here,  

A bus and truck there,  

But Ambulances, Ambulances, everywhere.

Sirens wail and horns blare,

Their loud, urgent song,

They rush to help people,  

Whose lives have gone wrong.

Drivers drunk at the wheel,  

Or speeding like sin,  

Prangs are for others, 

Never for them.  

When accidents happen,  

Not all will survive,  

Ambo sirens are constant,

On Vanderlin Drive.

Car crashes here,  

Trooper rollovers there,

Throughout the NT,  

Mishaps everywhere.

A satellite pic,

Would confirm the disgrace,

Of red lights flashing,

In this once peaceful place.

Drivers don’t care,

They are not beholden,

So many wrecking,

Vehicles they’ve stolen,

They donut and hoon,

They crash and wreck cars,

Then laugh at their efforts,

Like foolish galahs.

But if injured or killed, 

By their behaviour so bad,  

The ambos are summoned,  

Everyone’s sad,  

Left to lament losses,

With lots of support,

But owners of vehicles,

Matters not that they hurt.

Community reacts,

“Tut, tut” and “how sad”,

Seemingly forgiving, 

Actions wilful and bad,  

Leading to carnage,

On roads and highways,

By those feeling invincible,

Before shortened days.

The major road near our house has become Ambulance Way

MINISTER BOWEN AND THE MAGICAL MIST

Net Zero a Fiction

Please Chris Bowen
Please don’t shirk
From the reality that
Net zero won’t work.
Not now, not ever
We’ll live to wail
For Net Zero is
A phantom trail,
A dream with mystic
That will send
Us to the wall
With tragic end.

Bowen’s Illusion

There was a minister named Bowen
Whose energy policy has shown
It may be so wrong
But it will go on and on,
Until our economy’s blown

AN OFFER TO THE CORRECTIONS MINISTER OF THE NT GOVERNMENT.

 Could I please volunteer my services to assist in crime management for a week?

I would be happy to accept the position of Corrections Minister on an honorary basis and would be willing to volunteer the required 168 hours.

I would have sole responsibility for the corrections process and guarantee that, by the end of that week, there would be a drastic reduction in offending, with recidivism reduced by at least 80%.

My approach would also hold parents fully responsible and accountable for the actions of their offspring.

There would be no discounting of responsibility on the basis of mitigating circumstances or the excuse of race, colour or creed.

MY CAR

Old cars are good.
New cars are not.
I love my old car,
The car that I got,
Decades ago and it runs so well,
New ones cost heaps
And are like empty shells.
New fangled ideas,
Leave me stone cold,
That’s why I love,
My car oh so old.

Poor Old Henry acknowledges two intrepid overseas travellers who hail from Darwin.

I think you are both stalwart and very brave to be venturing forth into the world in these hazardous and troubled times. All the very best on your travels, and may God watch over you -and indeed everyone journeying in the world at this time.

You are far braver and bolder than I! I am far too frightened even to contemplate travel. It is bad enough in Australia and in Darwin. An awful headline in today’s Sunday Territorian.

What makes me cringe – 1

The constant bickering and screaming and fighting and physical altercations towards each other of our next door neighbours.

People begetting babies for the sake of fashion and then handing them over to agencies to bring up.

The ‘dog eat dog’ attitude that has come to prevail within society.

World leaders who are drunk on the ambition to gain power.

$1000 TO SHOWER: CARE SLUG FOR AGED

$1000 TO SHOWER: CARE SLUG FOR AGED

exclusive – Julie Cross

Older Australians are being charged more than $1000 to have daily assisted showers over the Easter weekend. 

One person was quoted a price of $337.50 per hour for personal care on both public holidays and $202.50 an hour on Saturday and Sunday, which is a total of $1080.

While any kind of call-out on a public holiday engages an extra cost, the new aged care reforms on November 1 have seen the price of basic necessities such as personal care and meals rise exponentially, whittling away people’s funding alarmingly fast.

The Saturday Telegraph has previously revealed how even in normal workday hours a registered nurse can cost up to $320 per hour, a gardener $290, a shower $180 and a domestic cleaner $170.

With the public holiday penalties on top, the double whammy, means people are being forced to go without. 

Last week, the Sunday Telegraph launched a campaign, called Care Repair, highlighting flaws in the system which are leaving older Australians worse off. It comes as more than 100 federal politicians have called on the government to fix aged care. 

Christina Tsobanis, from Melbourne, cares full-time for her mum Sophie, 85, who needs regular showers to prevent infection due to being incontinent. 

Ms Tsobanis cooks, cleans and showers her herself on weekends to save money and now on Thursdays too, after costs soared and she had to cut back.

Due to the long weekend, the next time her mum is due professional care is Tuesday, effectively five days without any help. Ms Tsobanis said if they engaged professional help over the long weekend, it would eat through their funding and not leave enough for the rest of the month.

Others don’t have family who can step in.

In a Facebook support group one member was quoted $270 per hour for personal care on a public holiday.

“ … my shower is half an hour, so $135. I said no thanks. Last shower Thursday morning, next shower Tuesday morning … Ugghhh!” she wrote.

One woman requested care on Easter Monday, but was told by the provider they couldn’t as the $202 per hour fee would “blow the budget”.

Another said she had cancelled her mother-in-law’s shower for Good Friday and Easter Monday to save her package $420.

Many families said they personally assisted with showers on weekends and holidays, because sometimes there were no services available.

A government spokesman said every Australian should have affordable access to services without price gouging and said the Aged Care Quality and Safety Commission had the power to investigate whether prices were unreasonable.

In todays Daily Telegraph and Sun Herald.

What makes personal uniqueness

My aches and pains

My spontaneous singing at home, when driving, when in the shops and shopping malls and in all sorts of situations.

The worry and frustration I feel with the state of the world

My sadness with the fact that the quality of education is going down the gurgler and trivia is the only thing that matters.

My alarm at the fact that in Australia, Aboriginal Australians are deemed by governments and institutions to be more important than everyone else.

Something’s not understood by most people – 4

How to make things with their hands.

How to appreeciate undertaking simple yet repetitive tasks.

How to share glory and positives with others without making selfish claims about personal. contributions.

How to say ‘thank you’ and mean it.

How to share good fortune with others.

How to positively appreciate ‘synergy’ and vslue collective orgsanisational. energy.

How to abhor professional balkanisation – the fencing of others out.

How to acknowledge and appreciate the efforts of those who have gone before with the building ad develpment of organisationa – in both philosophical (values) ande structural terms.

How to be bold in decisions making – afte considering the pros and cons hat will impact upon that decision; how to avoid being indecisiveand ‘wimping out’.

How to look people in the eye when speaking face to face or by ‘facetime’ when using a device.

How to speak correctly.

How to show manners in dealing with others

The list could go on for a greater length

BUT IT IS TRUE

‘The Australian’ would not approve this comment. Relation to the access of people to important landmarks and other pristine aspects of our world’s natural environment. The story’s tenet was that access is easier, allowing people to visit more and more places.

I wrote about access in Australia.

Less and less in Australia as more and more places are forbidden under the sacred sites and traditional owners – First Nations – impacts.

Not approved means ‘that is not right’, or ‘ that must be wrong’.

BUT IT IS NOT WRONG.

IT IS TRUE.

ALMOST A CATASTROPHE

The proof is here.

Two saucepans from a set and both were in excellent condition.

I filled the smaller pot and put it on the gas cooktop to boil.

But I forgot about it and we went out for about an hour.

When we came home and unlocked the door, there was this funny ‘hot’ smell.

I couldn’t work it out but while walking up the stairs, it seemed to become stronger and more pronounced.

I looked into the kitchen and saw this dry almost burning saucepan, bone dry, incredibly hot and sitting atop the gas burner.

IMAGINF HOW I FELT!

Ten days on and I still think about what we could have lost that day. How much different April 1 could have been !!! All I lost was a pot. How lucky was I.

A lesson learned.

Indeed.