who's who

  • Al, eldest son
  • Bo, our daughter
  • Bobby, Jjj's partner
  • Dani, Waynes partner
  • Ell, waynes daughter
  • Indi, Al's eldest daughter
  • Jjj, our youngest son.
  • Morren, Bo's eldest son
  • Ollie, Bo's younger son
  • Pip Al's Al's wife
  • Si, Bo's daughter
  • Simon, Bo's husband
  • Skiddy the positrack skid stear loader
  • Ti, Al's younger son
  • Wayne our second son,

Thursday, April 28, 2011

getting back on track

21.4.2011

BUILDING NEWS

Gradually our work force is staggering back from the Easter break. Edd talked to our neighbour Craig who recommended a company with a bigger, better’ concrete pump and hopefully less attitude. We are now scheduled to retry the block fill next Tuesday.

OTHER NEWS

Still perfect weather. Once Edd had got our building plans back on line he returned to fencing work. Progress is much slower now that we are on our own again. Al dropped in at lunchtime with stories of his holiday but otherwise it was incredibly peaceful.

It is strange but it is at times like this that the difficulties of donga living really hit me. When we are rushed off our feet with workers or visitors there is no time for thinking but once they have all gone and at last I have a moment to myself I feel rather lost. I have no room in our confined space for my craft and art hobbies and my social and work life is dead. How I long for space to do things indoors.

Well, no chance there, but the garden needs plenty of work. The wheels have fallen off my cart but other tools remain, so I got stuck into a new area and cut, dragged and pulled out everything that was past it’s use by date or had grown in the wrong place. A large bush was so rotten at the base it just twisted out and I got rid of my bad mood attacking it and other problem plants.

In the evening it is a choice on TV between the royal wedding and soccer. I try to shut it out and read but this is not very successful. I think I need another trip to the second hand bookshop for more absorbing literature. Beni has leant me a pile of Australian historical material but it is not really standing up to the soccer. What is needed is a good thriller.

At present my sanity is maintained by a little book of code word puzzles that can focus my attention and provide a break from things. The trouble is that I am nearly at the end of the April book and the May one is not in the newsagents yet. This constitutes a big problem. I have resolved to demand private time for art group and pottery. Everyone always plans things for these days but I need to get stronger about insisting on my own time out.

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