60 Seconds of Mayhem

Our recent holiday was a bit like a Griswold's vacation if you seen those nutty movies. It started at Tyers where we pulled in for fuel and lunch on the way down to Lakes. As I began to drive out of the servo, Gord, sitting behind me, let out an loud roar..."STOP."

I had moved off while he still had his door open and his leg out of the car and the rear tyre had gone onto his foot. If I'd had a few more revs up it would have snapped his lower leg just above the ankle for sure. As it was we we were all a bit shaken but relieved he was alright.

The rain started about Bairnsdale and became heavier the closer we got to LE. The roof was leaking when we got to the house. The TV wouldn't work. The rain kept up most of the night. The pan catching the drip from the hall ceiling was in the way as I went to the toilet twice during the night. Bang crash.

The large retaining wall at the rear of the house has a decided bend in it, we discover when daylight comes next morning. Still raining on an off, too wet to inspect roof and attempt silicon repair. The rain dissipated after a couple of days but it remained freezing and windy. Never have we encountered such cold at Lakes before.

After much ringing around a landscaper arrived to inspect rear wall. It needs engineer's design he says, and council permit, there's complications, cost will depend on design and specifications. Ball park figure? Between 15 and 30k.

We bumped into dear Dorothy and Henrick down the street. Henry tells us he has been diagnosed with mesothielioma, there's nothing they can do, he doesn't have long to live. He worked at the power stations when a younger man and was exposed to asbestos. He is 86 and never before seen the inside of a hospital as a patient, till he was in for a week for biopsy in Melbourne. He escaped Poland after WW2, a refugee, after great suffering, A fine gentleman, an unfair end.

We managed to get a new telly from Retravision as the faulty one was in warranty, in time to watch the footy. Our team was flogged. We went fishing well into the bush past Bruthen, I lost my glasses, left them on the roof of the car when I tied hooks, then leaving them there as we drove off. We drove back down the rough rocky track to the creek, grid walked back. Gord found them, undamaged, phew!

Finally I shrugged off my reticence to work out in the cold and began pruning rampant tree and shrub growth up on the bank behind the house. Robbie came out to help and sliced the side of his finger off with brand new secateurs. Blood everywhere.

On the last evening of our last day we took the dogs for a last walk to Lake Bunga. Pip was out in front and was attacked by a large woolly German Shepherd. I sprinted to defend Pip and did a hammy, leaving me with no power to run or kick. Dogs had run back past me, there was much yelling and screaming. Lib was trying to kick G shepherd off Pip, no impact, then drag it off. We grabbed Pip. Shepherd took off after Snow and got her too. Robbie tried to sword the shepherd with the point of the umbrella. Miraculously both our dogs were unharmed.

I reckon it was all over in 60 seconds but in that time I strained the hamstring and Lib hurt her back. Two lessons learned...you never know what's about to come round the bend ahead...and, I think my effectiveness when urgent action is required has deteriorated badly with the advance of years. My sprinting days are well gone. If I hadn't known it before I do now. I have never felt my age like I did then and have since the incident. The confidence is shot. The thought that we could have brutally lost out two wonderful little dogs in the space of a minute sends a shiver to the soul.

The next day as we left to drive home after the big house clean, after midday, the clouds had all gone and the sun shone brilliantly. The last hour or so of the drive home was exceedingly difficult into the lowering sun. At least we arrived home all well, if sporting wounds and sore spots. Dogs too.