Hi everyone,
Today has been kind of a misfire. As mentioned yesterday, I had work with Daryl the Gardener lined up and duly lobbed up at his place at 9am. We needed to buy a few tools at Bunnings and the headed to the job site in northern Shepparton.
The site is a rented house in a newish housing development where the landlord wants the tenant to weed the front and back yards after which we're to lay turf down. Apparently she'll save a couple of dollars by not having us do the weeding, although this seems like an epic false economy to me since we'll be stripping the topsoil back anyway; still, it's her work to give.
In the event, the tenant had not done the weeding and Daryl declared that we could go no further that day. I pegged out the areas for turfing and as of midday clocked off.
I have to say I was a bit annoyed by knocking off after doing little more than hammer in a few pegs and putting out builder's string, but what can you do? I'm labour, not management.
Since I was in town I went to the library to check the job ads in the local papers without seeing anything. I borrowed a couple of books and headed back to the farm.
The old boy and Michael had gone to Violet Town by the time j got back, so I attended to a few other things and took the dog on a good long walk.
I noticed (which I hadn't before) how one of the strainers and stay-rails have been cut from trees on the place, which seemed rather cool.
Having some time around sunset I squeezed in a short ride and then warmed up by the fire. Michael and the old boy were back around dark.
Not for the first time, I'm missing my old life tonight - when I'd work late at the office, sometimes even make dinner there (I did this a lot at Hall & Wilcox) hen get the late train or tram back to wherever I was living. On Friday evenings, a night time walk along the esplanade at Elwood Beach and then get a pizza and a bottle of wine from Anabella's at Glenhuntly. Life, even though narrow, still seemed to contain a lot of possibilities. Well, I guess now I still need to keep looking for The Next Thing. Whatever if is, it'll be good.
Enough philosophising! Hope all is well with you good people wherever you are.
More tomorrow.
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