Karma

I can't help but smile as I walk past a new house being built on my morning walking route. It's a quite large structure of suburban style brick and tile on a small block. The house fills most of the block in the modern way and the external wall one side is close to the boundary fence and rises above it in an imposing manner that would be a regret to the resident of the cottage there, I think.

That resident, a woman, whom I think I previously posted some months ago told me to "f*** off" when I waved to her as I walked past one day, is rarely sighted by this walker, who would of course give her a big wave on every available opportunity. Now I do try not to have any feelings of angst to anybody, but the smile comes over me as I go past nevertheless, as I think of the woman in the cottage and how the building activity and close proximity of soon to be new neighbours must be giving her new impetus to explore her vocabulary.

The cook up was most enjoyable today. The two crockpots are cooling down outside in the cold of night. The roast lamb for dinner was superb, and I did my weeks supply of chook putting away food (grated cheese, chopped meat leftovers, sorrel/silverbeet, mixed seed, boiled rice, bread), and moved the portable chook house, as well of course as the laundry and fire setting and general clean up. Lib visited her Auntie June, Bill's sister, who turned 90 recently, in the retirement place over Warburton way. 

The evening meal was accompanied by an 'Exile' Barossa Valley shiraz and followed by the now customary kip. I woke to watch Amla score his triple century for Sth Africa in the test against England in a record partnership of 370 or so with Jaques Kallis, who in the opinion of Gord and myself, is the the best cricketer of the past two decades bar none. For some reason which we probably can't explain we are Sth African supporters in cricket. We barrack for anyone who plays Australia, but Sth Africa is our preference. Weird hey.