Australia Day

 It seems to be a day of argument and protest. Not that I'm involved (till now). It was like any other day for me. I worked in the afternoon, picking a bit for customers coming tomorrow morning.

I really can't see the point in all the fuss. I'd just as soon can the thing, it seems like a big wank for politicians. By all means have awards for those deserving but that could be on any day of the year. So could ceremonies of citizenship. I don't see how there has to be a National holiday for this. The whole nationhood thing is overblown. Yes I'm Australian by birth. So what? I had no say in it? I'm in no way special or superior to an Indonesian, a New Zealander, a Canadian, or any other person from anywhere. None of us had any say in how and where or know why we're on the planet. We all have a mouth to feed and a pooper valve the other end.

I've been thinking about my values, as I mentioned in the previous post. They are simple. Besides all same old chestnuts like freedom of speech, honesty, justice, egalitarianism, all of which are arguable to a degree (sometimes maybe it's best not to tell the truth for example) I believe that Decency is my primary value. Decency to other human beings, to animals and all creatures, and the environment. Decency is something we can carry as individuals, and by communities and governments. The law and order and justice part is more a governance thing. And too often lacking.

So much for that. I have little control of anything in this world, and the little knowledge I have is given to me by sources I can't be sure are authentic or accurate. But I can be decent. 

In one month from today settlement occurs on our house purchase at McCracken. The others at the farm are not ready to sell so will continue while they can to live at Chamomile Farm. I meet with my accountant this week to learn the best way for me extricate from the business, of which I'm sole proprietor. Hopefully there's a way for Meredith to continue the business and maintenance in a limited way after I'm gone. Mother Elvie is not ready to move into a care facility, and until she is Meredith, husband Roger, and brother Jod stay at the farm as they are now. Between them they should have the resources to do so.

2021 is shaping as big year for sure. I rang a removalist today to start the ball rolling for arrangements for migration on a date yet to be set.