Winter Nigh

Since my last post I have purchased a new work van, a Renault Kangoo which goes well so far, touch wood. I would have gone for another Suzuki but the APV from 2005 have not been built to take a tow bar so I went for the next cheapest small van. It was a pleasant trip second half of last week to Lakes Entrance to meet up with our old mate Willy to build a new deck on the side of the house. The Kangoo is full of electronic wizardry like cruise control and CD player, aircon, digitized display showing fuel consumption, range, fuel used, average speed and so on, all at fingertip, so long as you know where the button or lever is.

We've started lighting the open fire in the evenings, and I've had a few good feeds of wild mushrooms. The autumn leaves have all but gone to ground and the days are short, we are only a few weeks to the shortest day. I picked pittosporum garneti and calendulas and climbed a tree to pick Mexican hawthorn berries today and went to my computer class. It was a bright moon coming home, I turned off my headlights and drove easily without, so good the illumination, just for fun, but quickly turned on again if a car came the other way.

Winter is nearly here. Winter is lovely. In its own way. Bees rest, weeds slow down. It's good to snuggle into a bed heavy with blankets. For a while. I'm dreaming a lot. Earthquake dream the other night, real and scary. A football playing dream another, back at Greta. A funeral dream, in the country, a lady I knew well died. Lib was with me, we argued, I stormed off before the service, took the car, Lib can walk 20k's back, then softened and left the car for Lib and walked, thinking nothing is better than walking anyway.

It's late. I watched Q+A about religion. Interesting. Bill Gates tomorrow. Martina Wainright next week, musn't miss that, will have to leave comp class early. After Q+A I watched Footy Classified, then caught up on email. Must go now to seek dreams, to fly in the unconscious, if lucky, at worst some hours of solitude, and drifting in out of with pleasant thoughts in the conscious. I think of many things and many people in the wee hours. The mind needs the dark and quiet. I love quiet.

So ends this day. Good night.