Here We Go Again

The oak trees in Gembrook's main street are beautiful to behold with their bright green new leaves. It's hugely pleasant to step outdoors and smell the magnificent perfume of the sweet pittosporum trees in our yard. If I needed reminding spring is in full swing I have been. I've been busy picking forget-me-not flowers by the bunch, the beech trees are ready to shoot their new leaves, the dogwood flowers are emerging and the lilac and snowball blossom is about to break. Yes, exciting it is, but I also know that combined with the grass and weed growth it means solid work for me till Christmas, when the customers take a bit of a break, and I'll get a breather.

It has been an eventful week or two since my last post. Monday morning last week as I took Pip outside for a wee and breakfast I could hear the CFA siren. I barely registered it thinking maybe an early commuter had had an accident and went back to bed. In my semi doze I heard a helicopter buzzing in the not too distance and I thought it was an ambo helicopter taking a victim to hospital. But it didn't stop. It went on and on.

"What's with that bloody helicopter?" I said to Lib when she stirred.

"Must be an accident," she said. "Didn't you hear the siren."

"Yes, but why doesn't it land, and then take off again, instead of just flying around. Maybe it's the cops looking for a crim on the run."

The buzzing kept up and I eventually got up and in my custom turned on the radio. The news told me the Gembrook pub was on fire and that explained the constant helicopter noise - a TV news crew.

The fire had a good hold on the building before the brigades got there and they had a hard job putting it out. The roof caved in. The local paper said yesterday there are no suspicious circumstances and apparently the fire started in a drier in the laundry due to a clogged lint filter.

On Thursday of last week about lunchtime I had a message on the answer phone from Big John. asking me to ring him on his mobile. As soon as heard it was from Big John I knew why he was ringing. My friend Jane Tilley, his neighbour, had died that morning. I had been half expecting such call for some time. Jane had been in out out of hospital over quite a period following successive falls at home. I'm so glad Gord and I visited her a couple of weeks earlier. She was in good spirits but very frail. I'll miss her greatly. Everyday since I drive past her road and think of her. She was a dear lady and a great friend for more than 30 years. She was I think 90 or 91, and may her beautiful soul rest in peace.

Saturday was Grand Final Day. The Friday was a public holiday. I picked FGMN's in Gembrook Bushland Park, as I have frequently lately, but it was not as pleasant as the solitude of the forest normally because trail bikes in the not too distance buzzed non stop their particularly irritating fluctuating noise like ten thousand mosquitos. Saturday I went to Ralphie's for lunch. Monica and he put on a lovely spread of salmon and salad, lovely, hit the spot. We watched the game and Rick and I were quite enthralled at the tightness of the contest and happy with an Eagle victory, but both teams deserve congratulations for putting on such a great show. Lib and Gord did not come with me. They were at Lakes Entrance. Lib was feeling much better after her last chemo episode and took the opportunity to go there before starting her radiotherapy as she did today, which will continue every day Mon- Fri for 3 weeks plus one day, 16 sessions in all. they came back Monday, fit and refreshed and ready for the new challenge.

Sunday was nice weather wise and I was home by myself working in the garden. The noise from motor bikes going up and down Launching Place road was horrendous, and there was plenty of hooting from the Puffing Billy whistle. I don't know what it is about human beings that makes them want to make so much noise. As I watched the Grand Final and all the hoo hah and carry on there was so much noise. I don't bother going to AFL football anymore at all, largely because of the traffic getting there and all the noise from the PA and the adds and music on the the big screen. Can't handle it. (Not to mention the loud and uncouth behaviour of the fans, I could go on and on about that).

Then on Sunday I saw a clip on TV of Jimmy Barnes performing at the GF. I didn't hear it but you could see him screaming into the microphone by his face contortion and I imagined the loud music booming in competition to his voice and believe me you'd have to pay me big money to go and watch that. What on earth is the matter with humans? I think mental illness is rife in our society. I reckon 50-80% of the population are mad to some degree, probably because they are bombarded with noise and crap.

With that in mind, and Lib's cancer and treatment, Jane's death, and the death of Lib's cousin Sheilah earlier in September  (cancer aged 64), I make a conscious decision to withdraw from society as much as possible, especially excessive noise and politics, and begin a life as recluse as I can be, while still functioning usefully for my select people with whom I choose to remain in association. And to seek solitude and silence, where I can delight in the wonder and beauty of the natural world.

The rest of it can go to buggery.