So much to report! I swear I’ve gotta book in some time every week with you so that I stop writing these epic catch up posts. Hope you sit through it without numbing your bum 🙂
I’ve been sick with a lung infection (just typed lunch unfection hahaha) so that’s been a barrel of laughs. I wasn’t able to do half the things I wanted to do with the time off because I’d just get so puffed and end up in a coughing fit and couldn’t do anything apart from ending up irritated beyond belief because of it. I’m not a very good couch potato, can ya tell??
Last week my bestie and her tribe of monsters came to stay with me which was pretty bloody awesome. I thought the kids (aged 7, 9, 14 and 16) would be bored out of their brains but they absolutely loved it. They came on exploring expeditions with me and their Mum, went hiking and spent a lot of time bashing weeds and plants with sticks, hunting for pretty pink quartz (which is all over my property) and toppling dead trees. They didn’t want to leave (and I didn’t want them to go either) and the house was really quiet after they left. It was really nice to have a house full of life and noise.
I had last week off work and had planned to get a whole bunch of things done around the place but I was hit with a $460 electricity for 2 months (!!) which I’m going to ring them up about because I didn’t even pay that in town, an $866 septic pump out bill and I had the council weed inspector come around and apparently my place is infested with serrated tussock and St Johns wort. So I’ve gotta get a contractor in to spray 100m from my neighbours borders and 50m from the access road that runs through my property… no idea how much that’s gonna cost but a couple of thousand I imagine. All money I don’t fkn have!! I did want to spend my money on a mower and a whipper snipper and a mulcher and to buy supplies for making wicking beds for my veggies but nuuuuuuuuuu gotta spend it on useless crap 😦 Not happy about all that if you can tell. I had a day or two of being mopey and mad but I’m over that now and am going to move on with a positive attitude and just be more resourceful. I’ve got some things I can use as wicking bed containers and I’m still going to buy the supplies but because the containers are smaller than I had originally planned (and only 2 instead of 4/6) it won’t cost as much and I’m just going to keep my eye on the Gumtree Freebies section of other things I need. The mower, whipper snipper and mulcher I’m just going to have to delay although I’m going see if I can stretch for a mulcher as that would be really useful for compost and ground cover and all that. And I really do need either a mower or whipper snipper to keep the weeds/grass down at this time of year aka snake season. *sigh* need to magic up some money….
The thing that annoys me most about this situation is all the chemicals that will be sprayed on my land. And the fact that I don’t really have a choice in the matter. I have until December to do this or I get fined. The area that I’d wanted to plant my olives is one of the more denser patches of weeds that will have to be boom sprayed. They say that the residue fades but really, how quickly? And I’m going to have to do this all again in a years time for maintenance and maybe the year after that too. That aspect breaks my heart because I really don’t want to have all these chemicals in my soil. At least the area that I want to put my orchard is relatively weed free and the ones that are there I’m going to dig out so I don’t have to spray. I’ve been trying to find a more enviro friendly yet effective serrated tussock and St Johns Wort killer but haven’t found anything yet. There’s also the blackberry but apparently there’s another division at the council that deals with that and they will actually come out to remove it. It’s mostly by the waterway so I’m curious to know how they’ll tackle it without polluting the water as I have platypus living in there. And I worry about the duckies as they free range, luckily not much in the area that’s due to be sprayed but it just can’t be good for them either.
I can now add a fox (almost ran it over this morning haha), black cockatoos and kookaburras to the Spot the Wildlife list 🙂
Think I’m going to break this post into two as the next bit is all ramblings about the ducks… which if you’re not into The Days of our Lives – Duck Edition you can skip 🙂
So I’m about 3/4 packed up… 6 days to go til I have to be out. Just the big furniture things which the movers are taking to storage on Thursday. I’ve been taking boxes of stuff over there already and there’s 43 boxes of stuff lined up against one wall like a giant Tetris puzzle. Funny how when you look at a wall of a boxes and think that it contains your “life”. In a way it’s just stuff. Things that when I look at they make me happy. As I’ve been packing my stuff it’s given me a lot of time to think about the things I’m packing and why I’m keeping them. I do have a hoarding trait but it’s because of my upbringing. Since I was born, this is my 18th move (I think, and not that I remember all of them of course). But I’ve become a pro at moving in a way. And it’s partly the reason that I want my land and to build my house. To plant MY roots. I’ve never felt like I belong anywhere, that anywhere felt like HOME.
When someone asks you “where are you from” how do you answer? The place you’re born? the place you grew up? Your hometown? For me it’s not an easy question to answer. I was born in a foreign land that my parents lived in for a few years, growing up I never lived anywhere for more than 3 or 4 years until I came to Australia when I was 13. And my hometown is the place I live right now by default because it’s the place I’ve lived the longest. I don’t have any affinity to this place other than that. So I guess my quest for land and to build a house on it is in a way my quest to stake a claim in this world and make it mine. And hopefully something that my children will think of as theirs. The future is uncertain but it’s something I hope they will feel.
When I look at the things I’m packing, a lot of them have memories attached and I think that’s why I hold on to them. Because growing up and moving so much I was never allowed to keep things. I feel silly for holding on to two boxes of Barbie stuff but the feelings that are attached with that stuff are so intense that I don’t want to let go of them yet. It’s memories of my childhood and the place I was when I used to play with them every day for hours on end and make clothes and furniture for them. There’s like a golden movie haze that I associate with that time. My Dad built me this giant Barbie house and I was SO thrilled to have it. I remember sneaking down to the basement to watch him build it and wish he’d hurry up so that I could put all my Barbie furniture in it and start playing with it. Like a lot of my childhood toys I don’t remember what happened to it but I can see it so clearly and still treasure it whenever I look at my Barbie stuff.
I guess packing up your stuff stirs things up. Makes you evaluate your life and your “things”. Makes you remember the memories attached to certain items. Funny but I miss my stuff already even though I know it’s all in boxes in a storage warehouse. But the things I own make me happy and dare I say it, define me. They make up my past and present. So with them all locked up in boxes in a warehouse it’s freeing and saddening at the same time. Because it is just stuff and life is made up of more than that.
Anyway I’m insanely tired and as you can read, probably over emotional. Just another step in the journey. More ranting and housey stuff another time.
Have a great day 🙂
Really enjoyed this article and found myself nodding my head in a few spots:
It’s kinda what I was getting at in a previous post – making a meaningful contribution to the world on a daily basis. In my previous job I didn’t think what I did was meaningful, in fact I thought it was downright useless. If I stopped what I was doing the world wouldn’t stop turning and people would still go about their normal lives. There was a point to it for my organisation of course but it was pure desk dronery and paper shuffling to me. My new job, which I started in October, is a little different. I feel like am making a contribution to something a bit more important but it still smacks a little of “busywork” in the grand scheme of things.
I like to think of the usefulness aspect in terms of a zombie apocalypse. If shit hits the fan (and the fan is on high) and normal civilisation ended, being an executive desk drone is not very helpful or constructive. You can’t effectively slice a zombie up in a flurry of a thousand papercuts, staple their brains out or stab them in the eye with a hole punch to save your life. Unless you were a prepper during your home time you’re not going to be able to contribute to what remains of society in any beneficial way except for maybe sending out a memo to get the fk out of town and cc-ing in any living people.
Ultimately to me it comes down to striving for meaning vs working a job for money to pay the bills and be a good consumerist. Of course my definition of what is a meaningful job would be different to yours as I’m sure there are some desk drones who love their job and get a massive sense of satisfaction and significance out of it. And if so, good on them. For me I just want something more, I need more meaning and more constructive usefulness. What that is exactly I don’t know yet and I’m still searching for it and a way to survive while doing it. I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up (something I refuse to do by the way) but I guess along the discovery road I want to learn some essential skills so that I’m not killed off or left for dead if SHTF in whatever form that happened to take. And even if it didn’t, just to be a little bit more self reliant and less consumerist works for me while I’m plodding down the road of life.
Anyway my desk is calling – there are some papers to be shuffled.
Bad mood, rotten day, no suitable candidates, nothing good to say…. but what I do have to offer you today is this:
You’re welcome 🙂
No suitable candidates again today. Not even anything worth looking at further in the new listings! Very slim pickings indeed so I’m chanting “I will not be discouraged” to myself over and over again 🙂
So some fun things today… The below are some reasons that everyone should get into gardening ;} Certainly inspires me!
And a new concept for me – Pothole gardening! Such a cute idea! Guerilla gardeners plant flowers and shrubbery and set the scene with plastic toys etc on your everday street or sidewalk pothole. I love some of the cute little scenes that people have created. I’d love to do one but I just don’t know of any potholes around me that aren’t in the middle of the road on a busy street… and also my pessimist side thinks that some nasty butthead would go out of their way to run it over. But that’s just the mood I’m in right now 🙂 So check it out:
(image from the above website)
So I just discovered that there is actually a wordpress app made for Crackberry!!! Good thing I’m sitting down huh. So this is the test. Blink and you’ll miss it 😛