Tuesday, January 31, 2012
31 years married
Today is our 31st wedding anniversary. I had to this post up before midnight.
Other news- I found Myrtle's nest on the weekend , with 6 eggs in it. And today I found Henny's with 13 eggs, so the mystery is now longer mystery ie where are the eggs. Oh, and there's no honey on the bees.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Fallible and Fragile
Last Friday week I fell out of a beech tree landing flat, face down. It was my friend Jane's tree, a large, mature tree I've picked foliage from most years of the last twenty. Jane, an elderly lady in her eighties was entertaining a visitor for afternoon tea and they saw me plummet from the tree and rushed out to see if I was alright. They found me with the wind knocked out of me and blood coming from my nose and mouth. My nose hit the ground and my teeth had torn the lip inside the mouth.
I have not felt well since with a chest of sore ribs front and back and some probably related neck soreness/stiffness. Indeed I have not felt energetic enough to do my morning walks knowing I had to continue working each day with the pain in the the ribs slowing and tiring me easily. I can only thank my good luck to not have broken an arm, leg or shoulder or worse and I can report that I'm now quite well recovered though I expect the ribs to be sore for some time yet. I did the morning walk today for the first time since the incident and enjoyed it immensely, waving to my catholic friends going into church, and chatting to Stevie and Annie whom I met along the way.
Last Tuesday I came down with some sort of gastro virus, which remains with me yet and made the working week extra tough coping with the the ribs and general debilitation from the gastro. Yesterday I made a dash to the chemist in Cockatoo to catch him before he shut at 12 midday to get some 'Gastro Stop'. I was conscious of keeping under the speed limit through the town but forgot about it departing and got booked for doing 77kph outside Clappo's garage. There was a couple of cops in a black Commodore station wagon with a radar gun hiding just before the Ure Rd. corner and the light started flashing as I got there. An expensive mornings shopping it turned out to be when the $244 fine is factored in and the 3 points I lose. The sad thing is that we have lived in Gembrook for over thirty years and for the first 28 years or perhaps more the speed limit there was 80kph. Old habits die hard, and it is only in the last year or so that our Gembrook Rds are now saturated with traffic branch police from Pakenham in all manner of ruses including irridescent bright green utes and innovative camera concealment tactics. A sad state of affairs, after a quiet existence here for so long, and a sure reason why I'll not be unhappy to leave this town when the time comes. It has been spoilt by increased traffic and bureacratic interference on many fronts, more of which I'll write about on another day, the suburbanization of our little town.
It has done nothing but strengthen my resolve to "not let the bastards beat me." I've set about retrieving my $244 by cancelling my Weekend Australian subscription and charities and telemarketers will find me a more difficult prey. I'm about to continue cleaning out my shed and setting up the extactor and the tanks to start after a bit of honey. There'll be less given away and the price goes up. This month has been a realization of my fallibility and fragility but will leave me with a hard edge.
So I copped a punch or two I didn't see coming in the first round of 2012 and went to the canvass, but I bounce straight up without taking a count, and expect to finish the round full of fight. I landed a couple myself, we learned on Jan 6 when our first electricity bill arrived since our solar system installation that we'd been approved for the the premium buy back rate. And our carbon emissions reduced from 1.7 tonnes to 0.4 tonnes on the same period last year. That makes me happy.
I have not felt well since with a chest of sore ribs front and back and some probably related neck soreness/stiffness. Indeed I have not felt energetic enough to do my morning walks knowing I had to continue working each day with the pain in the the ribs slowing and tiring me easily. I can only thank my good luck to not have broken an arm, leg or shoulder or worse and I can report that I'm now quite well recovered though I expect the ribs to be sore for some time yet. I did the morning walk today for the first time since the incident and enjoyed it immensely, waving to my catholic friends going into church, and chatting to Stevie and Annie whom I met along the way.
Last Tuesday I came down with some sort of gastro virus, which remains with me yet and made the working week extra tough coping with the the ribs and general debilitation from the gastro. Yesterday I made a dash to the chemist in Cockatoo to catch him before he shut at 12 midday to get some 'Gastro Stop'. I was conscious of keeping under the speed limit through the town but forgot about it departing and got booked for doing 77kph outside Clappo's garage. There was a couple of cops in a black Commodore station wagon with a radar gun hiding just before the Ure Rd. corner and the light started flashing as I got there. An expensive mornings shopping it turned out to be when the $244 fine is factored in and the 3 points I lose. The sad thing is that we have lived in Gembrook for over thirty years and for the first 28 years or perhaps more the speed limit there was 80kph. Old habits die hard, and it is only in the last year or so that our Gembrook Rds are now saturated with traffic branch police from Pakenham in all manner of ruses including irridescent bright green utes and innovative camera concealment tactics. A sad state of affairs, after a quiet existence here for so long, and a sure reason why I'll not be unhappy to leave this town when the time comes. It has been spoilt by increased traffic and bureacratic interference on many fronts, more of which I'll write about on another day, the suburbanization of our little town.
It has done nothing but strengthen my resolve to "not let the bastards beat me." I've set about retrieving my $244 by cancelling my Weekend Australian subscription and charities and telemarketers will find me a more difficult prey. I'm about to continue cleaning out my shed and setting up the extactor and the tanks to start after a bit of honey. There'll be less given away and the price goes up. This month has been a realization of my fallibility and fragility but will leave me with a hard edge.
So I copped a punch or two I didn't see coming in the first round of 2012 and went to the canvass, but I bounce straight up without taking a count, and expect to finish the round full of fight. I landed a couple myself, we learned on Jan 6 when our first electricity bill arrived since our solar system installation that we'd been approved for the the premium buy back rate. And our carbon emissions reduced from 1.7 tonnes to 0.4 tonnes on the same period last year. That makes me happy.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Fifty Bucks is Fifty Bucks
It was with some alarm that I opened the mail yesterday to find a renewal notice for Lib's car insurance saying that the premium payment was overdue and must be paid immediately, and that the car was currently uninsured. I don't recall the first notice at all, it must have slipped by me pre Christmas.
I didn't have time to act straight away, but I rang another company at about 5.30pm looking for a quote for comparison, being mindful also that Lib was now home so there was little risk till the morning of the car being damaged before I could sort out new cover.
The company I rang is based in Sydney, Real Insurance, and I thought they'd be worth a try as they were cheaper when I shopped around last year for cover for Ian's Subaru, Lib's old car, which is still with us here in Gembrook and available for our use. I took it to Pakenham yesterday to drop some documents to the council and do some shopping. After a wait of 5 minutes listening to music a girl spoke to me apologizing for the delay and explaining their office worked till 8pm so she would take my details and someone would ring me back at a time that suited me if they could.
I said 7.30pm and gave her my home phone no. The phone duly rang a little after 7.30pm, just before Lib was to dish our Atlantic salmon that I'd bought on the way home, much to her irritation. The young man took all details of the car and came up with annual premium $53 cheaper than AAMI which could be paid monthly on credit card in 12 equal instalments with no penalty for the monthly choice over one annual payment, the same deal I'd taken on the Subaru. It makes sense to me.
So I grabbed it and we finished up quickly without any spoilage of the meal. I have two more cars covered by AAMI, my carryvan and Meredith's Ignis and as they fall due I'll try Real Ins too. Fifty bucks is fifty bucks, and it may as well stay with us. I had said the same thing recently when I wrestled with the farmpak insurance on the farm, for the house and sheds. The premium jumped from $2800 to $4200 with no explanation so I spent quite a bit of time seeking alternatives. One came in at $3450, I waited a bit another came in at $3250 by email after some delay. I rang and accepted that over the phone, the broker said he'd send me the paperwork. The very next day another one came in by email at $3200 so I rang and accepted that. Fifty bucks is fifty bucks.
The next morning I emailed the broker who offered $3250 saying I was not proceeding. The phone rang ten minutes later, it was he. "Why not", he asked. I told him a cheaper price had come in, different broker, same insuring company. "How much cheaper," he asked.
I wasn't going to tell him so I said, "Three figures woud cover it." He then offered a premium of $3030 so I grabbed that and rang the other broker saying I was not proceeding. She was fine about it. So I saved over $1000 on the original gouge but the insurance still costs about 7% above last year's.
Also yesterday we received invoice for our water diverting licence and entitlement fee, $577, increased 15% from $502 last year. We used no water last year because of all the rain, (you pay for it whether you use it or not or lose the licence), and are unlikely to this year also as it is pouring rain outside and our recently acquired tanks are full. We installed tanks because we weren't permitted to use the creek water the two years previous because stream flows were so low. They waived payment in those years. We have to pay now because if you lose the licence you wouldn't get another one. I'm intending to look into possibility of selling the water, 14 megalitres, but who wants water in wet years.
Speaking of rain, this lot is accompanied by a cold snap and a thunderstorm and strong wind. The dogs are peculiar and I missed my walk choosing to do this post instead. The radio news just said squalls of 100kph winds are expected in tha Dandenongs. I'll have to go out and pick later but i have some slack this morning so I'm off to cook up some eggs.
I didn't have time to act straight away, but I rang another company at about 5.30pm looking for a quote for comparison, being mindful also that Lib was now home so there was little risk till the morning of the car being damaged before I could sort out new cover.
The company I rang is based in Sydney, Real Insurance, and I thought they'd be worth a try as they were cheaper when I shopped around last year for cover for Ian's Subaru, Lib's old car, which is still with us here in Gembrook and available for our use. I took it to Pakenham yesterday to drop some documents to the council and do some shopping. After a wait of 5 minutes listening to music a girl spoke to me apologizing for the delay and explaining their office worked till 8pm so she would take my details and someone would ring me back at a time that suited me if they could.
I said 7.30pm and gave her my home phone no. The phone duly rang a little after 7.30pm, just before Lib was to dish our Atlantic salmon that I'd bought on the way home, much to her irritation. The young man took all details of the car and came up with annual premium $53 cheaper than AAMI which could be paid monthly on credit card in 12 equal instalments with no penalty for the monthly choice over one annual payment, the same deal I'd taken on the Subaru. It makes sense to me.
So I grabbed it and we finished up quickly without any spoilage of the meal. I have two more cars covered by AAMI, my carryvan and Meredith's Ignis and as they fall due I'll try Real Ins too. Fifty bucks is fifty bucks, and it may as well stay with us. I had said the same thing recently when I wrestled with the farmpak insurance on the farm, for the house and sheds. The premium jumped from $2800 to $4200 with no explanation so I spent quite a bit of time seeking alternatives. One came in at $3450, I waited a bit another came in at $3250 by email after some delay. I rang and accepted that over the phone, the broker said he'd send me the paperwork. The very next day another one came in by email at $3200 so I rang and accepted that. Fifty bucks is fifty bucks.
The next morning I emailed the broker who offered $3250 saying I was not proceeding. The phone rang ten minutes later, it was he. "Why not", he asked. I told him a cheaper price had come in, different broker, same insuring company. "How much cheaper," he asked.
I wasn't going to tell him so I said, "Three figures woud cover it." He then offered a premium of $3030 so I grabbed that and rang the other broker saying I was not proceeding. She was fine about it. So I saved over $1000 on the original gouge but the insurance still costs about 7% above last year's.
Also yesterday we received invoice for our water diverting licence and entitlement fee, $577, increased 15% from $502 last year. We used no water last year because of all the rain, (you pay for it whether you use it or not or lose the licence), and are unlikely to this year also as it is pouring rain outside and our recently acquired tanks are full. We installed tanks because we weren't permitted to use the creek water the two years previous because stream flows were so low. They waived payment in those years. We have to pay now because if you lose the licence you wouldn't get another one. I'm intending to look into possibility of selling the water, 14 megalitres, but who wants water in wet years.
Speaking of rain, this lot is accompanied by a cold snap and a thunderstorm and strong wind. The dogs are peculiar and I missed my walk choosing to do this post instead. The radio news just said squalls of 100kph winds are expected in tha Dandenongs. I'll have to go out and pick later but i have some slack this morning so I'm off to cook up some eggs.
Wednesday, January 04, 2012
The Bell Rings
Here we are on 4 Jan, it's 7.55am as I write, a storm cell is causing intermittent torrential rain, lightning and crashing thunder. The dogs are terrified and are inside with me, right at my feet. It's prudent for me to forget the morning walk.
Round one of my 2012 fight is well and truly underway. I'll take a month at a time, a twelve rounder. The bell went off on New Year's day with me on roster duty in the Emerald museum. Beryl accompanied me, as she accompanies the rostered person every Sunday if she can, whoever is on roster. Beryl is elderly and unwilling to be in the open museum by herself, understandably, so our policy is for two people to be in attendance. Dennis (treasurer) visited to discuss matters park and museum. June (secretary)came with her old school friend Roland Betheras who grew up at 'Tivoli', a Clematis farm of note in earlier times.
Roland, whose son Rupert played football for Collingwood in fairly recent times, reminisced about his own footballing days after a quick tour of the museum. He said he played in the 1955 Emerald premiership team as a seventeen year old, after being promoted to the seniors as a sixteen year old with two others by coach David Cairns whom he said was a marvellous footballer. The coach was criticized picking such young fellows but he stuck to his guns. In the grand final against Monbulk Roland was given the job at centre half forward to play on the oppositions star player 'Sennitt', a huge man who played centre half back and was a fabulous mark and could kick to the Main Rd. ('Sennitt' was from the Sennitt's Ice Cream family at The Patch, which was a major ice cream company distrubuting all over Victoria. My friend Ida Pullar's husband Allan drove a delivery truck for 'Sennitts' for much of his working life and Ida said they treated Allan like one of the family and were wonderful to work for. I think they sold out to 'Streets' in the 1960's.)
Roland reckons he was BOG in the grand final, without having a kick before half time. His instructions were to lead one way to take Sennitt away from the ball as the kicker played the opposite flank. It took Monbulk till half time to catch on to what was happening but by then Emerald was eight goals up and held on to win.
Roland has three sons who are artists, including Rupert. He says they got their talent from their mother. He lives at Sommers now but it made my New Year's Day a rewarding one for me meet him and hear his stories if briefly. There was an interesting old man nicknamed the 'Scrub Turkey' who figured comically and managed to have himself innebriated and locked up regularly. If anything went missing 'Scrub Turkey' was said to be responsible. Once at the football club after training when they'd raffle a dozen bottles of beer somebody bought a ticket for Scrub and it won. They found Scrub asleep at the station and put the box of bottles next to him. The police came along and nicked Scrub thinking he must have pinched the bottles.
On Monday the forecast was for 40C. I picked some abutilons at Pepsi's, pansies and cornflowers at Hannah's for the restaurants, and went to the farm about lunchtime. I whippy snipped grass for a couple of hours in the steep bottom paddock, heat or no heat, determined not to lose the momentum I'd built on the previous Friday and Saturday. Monday night was stinking hot, we slept with an electric fan blowing on us all night.
Tuesday, yesterday, was hot again. I had an order from Foxie for thirty bunches of copper beech and ten green. Gord and I mowed at Hannah's in the morning. Hannah left on about Dec 20 for Cairns to be with her daughter for Christmas and is due back today, I didn't want her to come back to long grass everywhere. After lunch I climbed a tree to cut copper beech with Gord underneath to quickly get it in the shade if it fell in the hot sun. We were working bunching it when Shane came to pick up Australian Herb Supplies order and he said he wanted 30 copper beech for today so it was back up the tree again to do it then to give me some breathing space so I can pick restaurant flowers comfortably and maybe call in on my friend Maria this afternoon and cut some grass for her as I said I would if I could.
I've arranged to interview Leo Buckley tomorrow for my first 'Signpost' article for 2012 which is due next week, and my mind is ticking over on NHPEM business which I need to get activated this month. So the first round is fast furious and somehow I don't think I've had long enough between bouts.
Round one of my 2012 fight is well and truly underway. I'll take a month at a time, a twelve rounder. The bell went off on New Year's day with me on roster duty in the Emerald museum. Beryl accompanied me, as she accompanies the rostered person every Sunday if she can, whoever is on roster. Beryl is elderly and unwilling to be in the open museum by herself, understandably, so our policy is for two people to be in attendance. Dennis (treasurer) visited to discuss matters park and museum. June (secretary)came with her old school friend Roland Betheras who grew up at 'Tivoli', a Clematis farm of note in earlier times.
Roland, whose son Rupert played football for Collingwood in fairly recent times, reminisced about his own footballing days after a quick tour of the museum. He said he played in the 1955 Emerald premiership team as a seventeen year old, after being promoted to the seniors as a sixteen year old with two others by coach David Cairns whom he said was a marvellous footballer. The coach was criticized picking such young fellows but he stuck to his guns. In the grand final against Monbulk Roland was given the job at centre half forward to play on the oppositions star player 'Sennitt', a huge man who played centre half back and was a fabulous mark and could kick to the Main Rd. ('Sennitt' was from the Sennitt's Ice Cream family at The Patch, which was a major ice cream company distrubuting all over Victoria. My friend Ida Pullar's husband Allan drove a delivery truck for 'Sennitts' for much of his working life and Ida said they treated Allan like one of the family and were wonderful to work for. I think they sold out to 'Streets' in the 1960's.)
Roland reckons he was BOG in the grand final, without having a kick before half time. His instructions were to lead one way to take Sennitt away from the ball as the kicker played the opposite flank. It took Monbulk till half time to catch on to what was happening but by then Emerald was eight goals up and held on to win.
Roland has three sons who are artists, including Rupert. He says they got their talent from their mother. He lives at Sommers now but it made my New Year's Day a rewarding one for me meet him and hear his stories if briefly. There was an interesting old man nicknamed the 'Scrub Turkey' who figured comically and managed to have himself innebriated and locked up regularly. If anything went missing 'Scrub Turkey' was said to be responsible. Once at the football club after training when they'd raffle a dozen bottles of beer somebody bought a ticket for Scrub and it won. They found Scrub asleep at the station and put the box of bottles next to him. The police came along and nicked Scrub thinking he must have pinched the bottles.
On Monday the forecast was for 40C. I picked some abutilons at Pepsi's, pansies and cornflowers at Hannah's for the restaurants, and went to the farm about lunchtime. I whippy snipped grass for a couple of hours in the steep bottom paddock, heat or no heat, determined not to lose the momentum I'd built on the previous Friday and Saturday. Monday night was stinking hot, we slept with an electric fan blowing on us all night.
Tuesday, yesterday, was hot again. I had an order from Foxie for thirty bunches of copper beech and ten green. Gord and I mowed at Hannah's in the morning. Hannah left on about Dec 20 for Cairns to be with her daughter for Christmas and is due back today, I didn't want her to come back to long grass everywhere. After lunch I climbed a tree to cut copper beech with Gord underneath to quickly get it in the shade if it fell in the hot sun. We were working bunching it when Shane came to pick up Australian Herb Supplies order and he said he wanted 30 copper beech for today so it was back up the tree again to do it then to give me some breathing space so I can pick restaurant flowers comfortably and maybe call in on my friend Maria this afternoon and cut some grass for her as I said I would if I could.
I've arranged to interview Leo Buckley tomorrow for my first 'Signpost' article for 2012 which is due next week, and my mind is ticking over on NHPEM business which I need to get activated this month. So the first round is fast furious and somehow I don't think I've had long enough between bouts.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Christmas Day
I just realized that today, Christmas Day, being the last Sunday of the month, is curry pie day. Lib has gone to work, Gord and Rob are still asleep, and Pip and Snow aren't here, they're staying for a couple of days in the kennels where I took them yesterday. I didn't want to risk leaving them here with all this thunder happening while we won't be here much today and tomorrow. They have developed extreme anxiety to thunder, a result of neighbouring young bucks using fireworks at odd times close by.
It'sraining, so I'm not doing my morning walk, and even if I was and the dogs were with me, the baker wouldn't be open anyway. I guess I'll have to make do with Christmas lunch with my family, then dinner with Lib's. I kick started with egg, bacon, cheese, and tomato toasted sandwiches for breakfast and look forward to the feasts later in the day.
And I'll take my curry pie credit through to next Sunday, New Year's Day, when the baker is sure to be open, you'd think.
It'sraining, so I'm not doing my morning walk, and even if I was and the dogs were with me, the baker wouldn't be open anyway. I guess I'll have to make do with Christmas lunch with my family, then dinner with Lib's. I kick started with egg, bacon, cheese, and tomato toasted sandwiches for breakfast and look forward to the feasts later in the day.
And I'll take my curry pie credit through to next Sunday, New Year's Day, when the baker is sure to be open, you'd think.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Reflections
Fortunately I find myslf in good health and happiness as we near the end of a difficult year. A year ago we were renovating the "clinic" at the farm where Vince had been a good tennant with his osteopath business. He'd scaled down over a few years and had been semi retired for some time. When he left we decided to renovate the building into living quarters which turned out to be a more tiring and expensive project than was anticipated. It took our savings. Meredith, Elvie and I contributed to make up the cost. So we started the year skun out and not a little anxious. The prospective tennant we had lined up pulled out but Jod took the opportunity and moved in as soon as it was finished. He pays rent so over time our expense will be recouped.
The big rain of February set the tone for a wet and wild ride which has continued for most of the year with rampant growth of trees and shrubs and grass and weeds creating a high work load which has not eased up. Our scratchy financial position meant we had to chase every dollar we could in the way of keeping customers supplied and happy. Somehow customers have a habit of requiring the difficult or scarce rather than the easy and plentiful. That's the way it goes.
The last three months have been good from a financial viewpoint. Two wet springs in a row made for terrific blossom and beech foliage. We have at last a small buffer in the bank which should tide us over the next couple of months as business quietens after Xmas and we concentrate on farm maintenance eg grass cutting and weeding and pruning and mulching. Not that we are flush by any means but we've gained a little breathing space.
Aside from the sheer brutality of meeting financial commitments there's a psychological endurance needed in small business, and I think I can be pardonned if I have become cynical. It was not long ago that I had a letter from the Fairwork Ombudsman suggesting that I had been selected for a possible audit of my workplace arrangements and payments, and that if I was in breech of any regulations it would be far better for me to disclose my errors beforehand than be detected by the auditor.
Not long after that a letter came from the Tax Office telling me that my figures were below "industry average", and seeing that I was involved in an industry where cash was often transacted, there was chance that I'd be selected for audit shortly and it would be wise of me to make disclosure of any receipts that had not been declared before thy were discovered at audit. I was informed there were hefty penalties and that the tax office had access to my bank accounts, and they worked from information provided to them by other parties.
Now I have nought to hide from anyone but I still find this communication intimidating, and when you are a small business scratching a living out of a few acres and employing a few people honestly and diligently you can't help but feel offended, remembering that as an self employed toiler I have no perks like sick pay or holiday pay. Every dollar is hard won.
Lately when I get home if I watch TV there are advertisements for WorkSafe directed at employers with the theme "We're coming to get you, the inspector is on his way". Of course I pay work cover insurance and we've never had a claim against us. I guess my premiums help pay for the ad.
Nowadays also as I drive to the farm and return there's every chance the police are aiming their radar speed gun at me or there's a speed trap set up to photograph the car's number if I transgress. I have not been booked for speeding for many years but Meredith, one of the slowest drivers I have known was detected and fined for doing 63 in a 60 zone a while back, and Lib copped a $240 fine for speeding whilst going shopping for the nursing home in her lunch hour. I have been pulled up dozens of times and asked to blow in the straw this year.
My farm pack insurance renewal came with a 50% increase in the premium and reading the fine print I find that a healthy portion of the total due is stamp duty and fire levy. There was no explanation for the rise in premium and we've never made a claim. The council rates have gone up double the CPI for two years in a row. It never seems to end. And everybody knows what is happening to electricity and water charges.
So I do feel I'm under constant harrassment. I regard myself as an honest, law abiding, hard working citizen, contributing much to the community above my business interests in voluteer work. My feelings are not diminished by the knowledge the harrassers receive holiday pay, sick pay, healthy superannuation, not to mention compassionate leave, long service leave, maternity leave. Mostly they are public servants whose tenure is 'safe' from economic fluctuation.
I make no apology for what may be perceived as whingeing. I intend to speak my mind more in the future. Despite the grinding oppression, I repeat I'm fortunate to be in good health and happiness and ready to take up arms for new battle in the New Year. I wish my friends and readers a happy and safe Christmas and festive season. May God be with you.
The big rain of February set the tone for a wet and wild ride which has continued for most of the year with rampant growth of trees and shrubs and grass and weeds creating a high work load which has not eased up. Our scratchy financial position meant we had to chase every dollar we could in the way of keeping customers supplied and happy. Somehow customers have a habit of requiring the difficult or scarce rather than the easy and plentiful. That's the way it goes.
The last three months have been good from a financial viewpoint. Two wet springs in a row made for terrific blossom and beech foliage. We have at last a small buffer in the bank which should tide us over the next couple of months as business quietens after Xmas and we concentrate on farm maintenance eg grass cutting and weeding and pruning and mulching. Not that we are flush by any means but we've gained a little breathing space.
Aside from the sheer brutality of meeting financial commitments there's a psychological endurance needed in small business, and I think I can be pardonned if I have become cynical. It was not long ago that I had a letter from the Fairwork Ombudsman suggesting that I had been selected for a possible audit of my workplace arrangements and payments, and that if I was in breech of any regulations it would be far better for me to disclose my errors beforehand than be detected by the auditor.
Not long after that a letter came from the Tax Office telling me that my figures were below "industry average", and seeing that I was involved in an industry where cash was often transacted, there was chance that I'd be selected for audit shortly and it would be wise of me to make disclosure of any receipts that had not been declared before thy were discovered at audit. I was informed there were hefty penalties and that the tax office had access to my bank accounts, and they worked from information provided to them by other parties.
Now I have nought to hide from anyone but I still find this communication intimidating, and when you are a small business scratching a living out of a few acres and employing a few people honestly and diligently you can't help but feel offended, remembering that as an self employed toiler I have no perks like sick pay or holiday pay. Every dollar is hard won.
Lately when I get home if I watch TV there are advertisements for WorkSafe directed at employers with the theme "We're coming to get you, the inspector is on his way". Of course I pay work cover insurance and we've never had a claim against us. I guess my premiums help pay for the ad.
Nowadays also as I drive to the farm and return there's every chance the police are aiming their radar speed gun at me or there's a speed trap set up to photograph the car's number if I transgress. I have not been booked for speeding for many years but Meredith, one of the slowest drivers I have known was detected and fined for doing 63 in a 60 zone a while back, and Lib copped a $240 fine for speeding whilst going shopping for the nursing home in her lunch hour. I have been pulled up dozens of times and asked to blow in the straw this year.
My farm pack insurance renewal came with a 50% increase in the premium and reading the fine print I find that a healthy portion of the total due is stamp duty and fire levy. There was no explanation for the rise in premium and we've never made a claim. The council rates have gone up double the CPI for two years in a row. It never seems to end. And everybody knows what is happening to electricity and water charges.
So I do feel I'm under constant harrassment. I regard myself as an honest, law abiding, hard working citizen, contributing much to the community above my business interests in voluteer work. My feelings are not diminished by the knowledge the harrassers receive holiday pay, sick pay, healthy superannuation, not to mention compassionate leave, long service leave, maternity leave. Mostly they are public servants whose tenure is 'safe' from economic fluctuation.
I make no apology for what may be perceived as whingeing. I intend to speak my mind more in the future. Despite the grinding oppression, I repeat I'm fortunate to be in good health and happiness and ready to take up arms for new battle in the New Year. I wish my friends and readers a happy and safe Christmas and festive season. May God be with you.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
December Rain
As I went past the rain gauge on Saturday as I whipper snipped I tipped 25 ml out, which had fallen Friday night. I tipped out another 35 ml this morning which fell on Saturday night accompanied by much thunder and lightning.
Since my last post we've had a holiday to South Australia where we found considerable relaxation if not peace and quiet. We stopped overnight on day one at the Kaniva motel having failed to find a vacant cabin in the Nhill caravan park. We cooked on the communal barbecue in company with several shearers who were having a quiet drink after a long hard day. The motel owner had warned us there'd be some rough looking and talking characters at the barbie but they were "good boys" who often stayed there. Lib thought she brought some frozen steak but when she took it from the esky thawed out it turned out to be a big fish head, whatever that was doing in our freezer I know not, perhaps it was put in there with the intention of putting it in the bin on garbage day but was forgotten. We had enough sausages to get by.
The next two nights were in a motel in Adelaide, on Sth Terrace near wher Rob is living. Adelaide is great. The city centre is surrounded by parkland and it's an accessible city with excellent public transport. People are relaxed and friendly and there's far less traffic and hustle and bustle than Melbourne. We dined out at a Greek restaurant one night and a Chinese the other with Rob and his friend for company. We did a tour of the Adelaide oval and St. Peter's cathedral and explored the city.
We then moved south to the beach and stayed 3 nights in a cabin at Adelaide Shores caravan park which itself is only 15 minutes from the city. The airport is right next door so we watched (and heard) many planes coming and going. Saturday we went to Morphetville races just up the road with mixed result on the punt. Our best collect was when I put the money on the wrong horse for Lib, No 4 insted of 5, she didn't want me to but I went back and put some each way on No 5 and as luck would have it 4 and 5 came first and second. We drove to the Clare Valley one day and Maclarenvale another and bought some fabulous wine to enjoy over Christmas.
Everywhere through Western Victoria and rural S.A. the wheatfields looked fantastic and harvesters were busy and grain trucks delivered wheat to mountains of it in the storage yards. It was a great thing to see, and probably the best harvest for many years.
We've been back a week and I been very busy picking beech and flowers and catching up on bookwork, grass cutting, weeding and other business concerning the park and museum etc. Never a dull moment.
Gotta go, very tired. Great win by NZ in the cricket. As I write it's raining again, I can hear it on the roof. I hope the heavy rain has missed the broad acre crop areas. I must buy the Weekly Times on Wednesday to find out.
Since my last post we've had a holiday to South Australia where we found considerable relaxation if not peace and quiet. We stopped overnight on day one at the Kaniva motel having failed to find a vacant cabin in the Nhill caravan park. We cooked on the communal barbecue in company with several shearers who were having a quiet drink after a long hard day. The motel owner had warned us there'd be some rough looking and talking characters at the barbie but they were "good boys" who often stayed there. Lib thought she brought some frozen steak but when she took it from the esky thawed out it turned out to be a big fish head, whatever that was doing in our freezer I know not, perhaps it was put in there with the intention of putting it in the bin on garbage day but was forgotten. We had enough sausages to get by.
The next two nights were in a motel in Adelaide, on Sth Terrace near wher Rob is living. Adelaide is great. The city centre is surrounded by parkland and it's an accessible city with excellent public transport. People are relaxed and friendly and there's far less traffic and hustle and bustle than Melbourne. We dined out at a Greek restaurant one night and a Chinese the other with Rob and his friend for company. We did a tour of the Adelaide oval and St. Peter's cathedral and explored the city.
We then moved south to the beach and stayed 3 nights in a cabin at Adelaide Shores caravan park which itself is only 15 minutes from the city. The airport is right next door so we watched (and heard) many planes coming and going. Saturday we went to Morphetville races just up the road with mixed result on the punt. Our best collect was when I put the money on the wrong horse for Lib, No 4 insted of 5, she didn't want me to but I went back and put some each way on No 5 and as luck would have it 4 and 5 came first and second. We drove to the Clare Valley one day and Maclarenvale another and bought some fabulous wine to enjoy over Christmas.
Everywhere through Western Victoria and rural S.A. the wheatfields looked fantastic and harvesters were busy and grain trucks delivered wheat to mountains of it in the storage yards. It was a great thing to see, and probably the best harvest for many years.
We've been back a week and I been very busy picking beech and flowers and catching up on bookwork, grass cutting, weeding and other business concerning the park and museum etc. Never a dull moment.
Gotta go, very tired. Great win by NZ in the cricket. As I write it's raining again, I can hear it on the roof. I hope the heavy rain has missed the broad acre crop areas. I must buy the Weekly Times on Wednesday to find out.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Vale Molly
The last week seems a blur of travel, emotion, nostalgia and hard work. Lib and I left for Wangaratta last Saturday morning. We took Ian's Subaru, Lib's old car, as I'd had it serviced during that previous week, a run would do it good, and Lib's Hyundai had a fault with the electonic locking/unlocking, we couldn't open the tailgate at all and doors other than the driver's door which needed a key because the button wouldn't work, could only be opened from the inside. Yet another case of modern technology causing more trouble than it is worth.
The roadsides and farmland was lush and green after the wonderful winter and spring rain and Eildon reservoir was full to the brim, a sight to behold at Bonnie Doon. I had strong memories of my introduction to fishing there with Billy Edward's family in late 1967. We were camped on one side of the Bonnie Doon arm of the lake and Billy and I took the dingy to row to other side to sneak a smoke too far off to be detected. We took the fishing rods as part of the ruse, tied up to a tree near the far bank, dangled a couple of worms over the side and lit a fag in bliss. Bang went the rods, we caught over 50 redfin in an hour which astounded Bill's dad, who said, "Remember this well because in your lives you'll be lucky to see such once more."
Lib's sisters Pat and Marg and Marg's Phil were at Molly's house when we arrived. They said Moll was lucid but in pain and discomfort and wanting to sleep all the time. When Lib and I arrived at the private hospital we went to room 8 where her husband Bill had died eleven years earlier. One side of her face was still scarred by the shingles and the other bruised by her fall that had caused a brain haemmorage causing her to lose her cognitive ability for a day or so. She was a skeleton with skin. She said she had a constant headache from which she could not get relief. Conversation was difficult as the shingles made the hearing aid too painfull to wear. I stayed in the background but she recognized me and gave a smile and small wave. After an hour or so I went to the tea room for a cup of black tea, which I enjoyed uncustomarilly with a half a spoon of sugar. On returning to the room Lib suggested I go to the supermarket and buy some salad and penne pasta to go with the meat sauce we had brought from home for dinner that night.
I took the shopping back to Molly's house and gave the others an update and when I returned to the hospital Lib told me Molly's GP had been in. I was sorry I'd missed him as Molly had spoken so much of him over the years, she was friend's with his parents and knew him from boyhood and was besotted by him too it seemed, a not uncommon thing I'm told in the circumsances of Molly's long slow loss of health and self reliance.
In my absence a morphine injector had been installed on Molly's thigh, part of the palliative plan she and her doctor had agreed on. As we left I kissed Molly on the cheek and she clasped my hands in her beautiful hands, which I had admired earlier, twitching and wringing as she fitfully slept and dreamed. We shared an intimacy at that moment, her eyes conveyed her love for me and I knew it was the last time I would see her. It was goodbye.
Next morning I walked early with Lib. We took Molly's binoculars to observe birds. The case had an inscription, "Presented to Clarence Browne to recognize 50 years service to the British Footwear Company September 1954." Clarence was Molly's father and must have started work there in 1904. Molly was born in 1919. Lib went to the hospital with Pat. Molly was in less discomfort but still lucid, it was expected her death to be some days away.I rang the railway station and booked a ticket to Melbourne, catching the 1.20pm coach to Seymour. Just north of Violet Town I thought of my old friend Norm Jenkins, a recluse old beekeeper whose house was right where the freeway now runs. His house was compulsorily acquired, he refused to leave, but died of a heart attack well before a final confrontation. Awaiting the train on Seymour station I remembered standing there on first week end leave after a month national service training at Puckapunyal, 39 years ago. The express train to Southern Cross rolled through new housing developments into the northern suburbs of Melbourne. I was struck by the general look of industry and delapidation for the most part.
A half hour wait for a connecting train to Belgrave was followed by more than hour stopping at 27 stations on the way through Melbourne's eastern suburbs. The railway reserves, once we left the inner city where nothing much of anything grows, were a mass of weeds, low growing like blackberry in particular, and many tree weeds like pittosprum and cotoneaster. If you had a beehive at each station I reckon you'd have a blackberry honey flow, such was the rampant growth and proliferate flowering. A unkempt man carrying a bulging laundry bag sat near enough to me so that I could fill my nose with his scent resembling a municipal tip. He picked up a paper cup with a lid and straw that had been discarded by a previous traveller and consumed the remaining contents. Then he took a spray can of deodorant out of his laundry bag and sprayed his face and hair and torso with it. Fortunately he alighted at Surrey Hills. I hoped he was aware that soon he'd be able to have his fill of wonderful fresh blackberries if he could compete with the birds.
The train pulled into Belgrave at 6.20pm. I had a half hour wait for a Gembrook bus. I knew there was left over home made soup at home in the fridge, but by now I was hungry so I snacked on four steamed dim sims from a noodle shop in Belgrave's main street before the 695 bus came. I took a leak in the bushes behind the station, rather than find the Belgrave public toilet. Gord told me a while back when he was in there some queer tried to lure him into a cubicle. I was in no mood for rubbish like that.
Six hours on the road, I was home at 7.20. I'd rung Gord from Belgrave and he was waiting at the bustop which saved me a twenty minute walk home, not that I minded walking but I rang him to let him know I was coming so he didn't have to worry about feeding the dogs or putting the chooks away. The ticket in Wang cost me $22.90 and covered me on Metlink so I paid no more to get to Gembrook. Good value I think.
I'd booked the Hyundai in for a service on the Monday at Clappo's garage. I told him to have a quick look at the electric locking but not to spend time on it if it couldn't be rectified easily, as it was a warranty problem and Hyundai wouldn't charge me but I'd have to go to Dandenong. He fixed it, it was a loose connection at the fuse box.
I had a lot of picking to do on the Monday and then an appointment with arborist Steve Major in Nobelius park to appraise tree work. Lib rang Monday night to say Molly was comfortable and still communicating. Marg and Phil had left on the Sunday as I did and Pat went back to Bendigo that day. Lib, having taken a weeek off work, was to call them to return as Molly approached passing.
I went for a walk Tueday morning and the the light on the answering machine was flashing when I came back. Molly was in my thoughts on my walk. It was Lib's voice on the message, telling me Molly had passed away at 2.00am, peacefully in her sleep. I had a lot of picking to do, beech foliage, they're all screaming for it this year, and a Park Advisory Group meeting at 3.30 pm, followed by a meeting with the Emerald Village Committee at 4.30.
Lib came home Wednesday afternoon and cooked roast lamb. We played Molly's CD's of her old 1930's music that she loved. The busy week continued to a crescendo yesterday in 35 degree heat with a horrible north wind that left me exhausted. It rained overnight and continued this morning with a peaceful calm that has allowed me to reflect on the last seven days which saw us heading of for Wang this time a week ago.
Molly is survived by three of her sisters, all in their nineties. She lost her oldest sibling Nell last year aged 99 and brother Lin a couple of years ago at age 94 I think. Lib has been now four days without her mother alive and I can see it has shaken her to her core. I'll miss the lady who has been mother-in-law since 31 Jan 1981. She was an amazing intellect, well educated, well read, well travelled, a lady of strong opinion who could mix and match with people of all ages and backgrounds. We loaned Molly my grandmother's photo album when 'Old Nanna' was still alive, which contained letters and postcards from my grandfather from France during WW1. This family treasure is now held for safety by Meredith's Annie and it contains Molly's letter to "Annie" (Old Nanna), thanking her for sharing it with her, and saying how wonderful it must be for her to look at the the letters and photos and feel 18 again. Molly was all class.
Molly's death notice was in Wednesday's Age and is as follows-
MEEK
Ina Mary (Molly)
07.01.1919 - 15.11.2011
Beloved and loving wife of Bill(dec) much loved mother, mother-in-law and grandmother of Margaret and Philip- Alexandra, Lizzie and Pippa; Pat and Michael- James and Jonty; Libby and Carey- Gordon and Robbie.
Dearly loved sister of Nell (dec), Cath, Lin (dec), Pat and Margaret.
There will be a Memorial gathering on Molly's birthday, January 7th, 2012 at 16 Willow Drive Wangaratta, 2-5pm. All Molly's friends and acquaintances are invited to attend.
The roadsides and farmland was lush and green after the wonderful winter and spring rain and Eildon reservoir was full to the brim, a sight to behold at Bonnie Doon. I had strong memories of my introduction to fishing there with Billy Edward's family in late 1967. We were camped on one side of the Bonnie Doon arm of the lake and Billy and I took the dingy to row to other side to sneak a smoke too far off to be detected. We took the fishing rods as part of the ruse, tied up to a tree near the far bank, dangled a couple of worms over the side and lit a fag in bliss. Bang went the rods, we caught over 50 redfin in an hour which astounded Bill's dad, who said, "Remember this well because in your lives you'll be lucky to see such once more."
Lib's sisters Pat and Marg and Marg's Phil were at Molly's house when we arrived. They said Moll was lucid but in pain and discomfort and wanting to sleep all the time. When Lib and I arrived at the private hospital we went to room 8 where her husband Bill had died eleven years earlier. One side of her face was still scarred by the shingles and the other bruised by her fall that had caused a brain haemmorage causing her to lose her cognitive ability for a day or so. She was a skeleton with skin. She said she had a constant headache from which she could not get relief. Conversation was difficult as the shingles made the hearing aid too painfull to wear. I stayed in the background but she recognized me and gave a smile and small wave. After an hour or so I went to the tea room for a cup of black tea, which I enjoyed uncustomarilly with a half a spoon of sugar. On returning to the room Lib suggested I go to the supermarket and buy some salad and penne pasta to go with the meat sauce we had brought from home for dinner that night.
I took the shopping back to Molly's house and gave the others an update and when I returned to the hospital Lib told me Molly's GP had been in. I was sorry I'd missed him as Molly had spoken so much of him over the years, she was friend's with his parents and knew him from boyhood and was besotted by him too it seemed, a not uncommon thing I'm told in the circumsances of Molly's long slow loss of health and self reliance.
In my absence a morphine injector had been installed on Molly's thigh, part of the palliative plan she and her doctor had agreed on. As we left I kissed Molly on the cheek and she clasped my hands in her beautiful hands, which I had admired earlier, twitching and wringing as she fitfully slept and dreamed. We shared an intimacy at that moment, her eyes conveyed her love for me and I knew it was the last time I would see her. It was goodbye.
Next morning I walked early with Lib. We took Molly's binoculars to observe birds. The case had an inscription, "Presented to Clarence Browne to recognize 50 years service to the British Footwear Company September 1954." Clarence was Molly's father and must have started work there in 1904. Molly was born in 1919. Lib went to the hospital with Pat. Molly was in less discomfort but still lucid, it was expected her death to be some days away.I rang the railway station and booked a ticket to Melbourne, catching the 1.20pm coach to Seymour. Just north of Violet Town I thought of my old friend Norm Jenkins, a recluse old beekeeper whose house was right where the freeway now runs. His house was compulsorily acquired, he refused to leave, but died of a heart attack well before a final confrontation. Awaiting the train on Seymour station I remembered standing there on first week end leave after a month national service training at Puckapunyal, 39 years ago. The express train to Southern Cross rolled through new housing developments into the northern suburbs of Melbourne. I was struck by the general look of industry and delapidation for the most part.
A half hour wait for a connecting train to Belgrave was followed by more than hour stopping at 27 stations on the way through Melbourne's eastern suburbs. The railway reserves, once we left the inner city where nothing much of anything grows, were a mass of weeds, low growing like blackberry in particular, and many tree weeds like pittosprum and cotoneaster. If you had a beehive at each station I reckon you'd have a blackberry honey flow, such was the rampant growth and proliferate flowering. A unkempt man carrying a bulging laundry bag sat near enough to me so that I could fill my nose with his scent resembling a municipal tip. He picked up a paper cup with a lid and straw that had been discarded by a previous traveller and consumed the remaining contents. Then he took a spray can of deodorant out of his laundry bag and sprayed his face and hair and torso with it. Fortunately he alighted at Surrey Hills. I hoped he was aware that soon he'd be able to have his fill of wonderful fresh blackberries if he could compete with the birds.
The train pulled into Belgrave at 6.20pm. I had a half hour wait for a Gembrook bus. I knew there was left over home made soup at home in the fridge, but by now I was hungry so I snacked on four steamed dim sims from a noodle shop in Belgrave's main street before the 695 bus came. I took a leak in the bushes behind the station, rather than find the Belgrave public toilet. Gord told me a while back when he was in there some queer tried to lure him into a cubicle. I was in no mood for rubbish like that.
Six hours on the road, I was home at 7.20. I'd rung Gord from Belgrave and he was waiting at the bustop which saved me a twenty minute walk home, not that I minded walking but I rang him to let him know I was coming so he didn't have to worry about feeding the dogs or putting the chooks away. The ticket in Wang cost me $22.90 and covered me on Metlink so I paid no more to get to Gembrook. Good value I think.
I'd booked the Hyundai in for a service on the Monday at Clappo's garage. I told him to have a quick look at the electric locking but not to spend time on it if it couldn't be rectified easily, as it was a warranty problem and Hyundai wouldn't charge me but I'd have to go to Dandenong. He fixed it, it was a loose connection at the fuse box.
I had a lot of picking to do on the Monday and then an appointment with arborist Steve Major in Nobelius park to appraise tree work. Lib rang Monday night to say Molly was comfortable and still communicating. Marg and Phil had left on the Sunday as I did and Pat went back to Bendigo that day. Lib, having taken a weeek off work, was to call them to return as Molly approached passing.
I went for a walk Tueday morning and the the light on the answering machine was flashing when I came back. Molly was in my thoughts on my walk. It was Lib's voice on the message, telling me Molly had passed away at 2.00am, peacefully in her sleep. I had a lot of picking to do, beech foliage, they're all screaming for it this year, and a Park Advisory Group meeting at 3.30 pm, followed by a meeting with the Emerald Village Committee at 4.30.
Lib came home Wednesday afternoon and cooked roast lamb. We played Molly's CD's of her old 1930's music that she loved. The busy week continued to a crescendo yesterday in 35 degree heat with a horrible north wind that left me exhausted. It rained overnight and continued this morning with a peaceful calm that has allowed me to reflect on the last seven days which saw us heading of for Wang this time a week ago.
Molly is survived by three of her sisters, all in their nineties. She lost her oldest sibling Nell last year aged 99 and brother Lin a couple of years ago at age 94 I think. Lib has been now four days without her mother alive and I can see it has shaken her to her core. I'll miss the lady who has been mother-in-law since 31 Jan 1981. She was an amazing intellect, well educated, well read, well travelled, a lady of strong opinion who could mix and match with people of all ages and backgrounds. We loaned Molly my grandmother's photo album when 'Old Nanna' was still alive, which contained letters and postcards from my grandfather from France during WW1. This family treasure is now held for safety by Meredith's Annie and it contains Molly's letter to "Annie" (Old Nanna), thanking her for sharing it with her, and saying how wonderful it must be for her to look at the the letters and photos and feel 18 again. Molly was all class.
Molly's death notice was in Wednesday's Age and is as follows-
MEEK
Ina Mary (Molly)
07.01.1919 - 15.11.2011
Beloved and loving wife of Bill(dec) much loved mother, mother-in-law and grandmother of Margaret and Philip- Alexandra, Lizzie and Pippa; Pat and Michael- James and Jonty; Libby and Carey- Gordon and Robbie.
Dearly loved sister of Nell (dec), Cath, Lin (dec), Pat and Margaret.
There will be a Memorial gathering on Molly's birthday, January 7th, 2012 at 16 Willow Drive Wangaratta, 2-5pm. All Molly's friends and acquaintances are invited to attend.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Elvie's Birthday
It was Elvie's 83rd birthday today. I had a present for her but I forgot to take it when I left for the farm in rather a hurry. It was an oxtail, which she adores, as do I. It remains in our freezer. I'll take it tomorrow unless I forget again, but it doesn't matter, Elvie is not one to be worried about who does what for her birthday.
She made me a posy of flowers at my request, as I was boked as guest speaker at the November meeting of the Emerald Garden Club to talk about the story of Chamomile Farm. I was approached a couple of months ago about it, of course the date struck a chord, and I accepted thinking I'd have no trouble talking about the family's work over nearly four decades as I'd lived it.
So my preparation was over the last three evenings, mainly in my head, mind mapping as I did other things, or lying in bed after having fallen asleep in the chair when I should have been organizing it.
It went alright I think, they were such nice people so it couldn't really have flopped big time. The posy was a big help, it gave me a start then something to go back to right up to the end.
I didn't have dinner. I was asked to be there at 7.45 pm so I worked picking and bunching beech to help for tomorrow, till 7.15, then after changing clothes I went up to the Silk Palace Chinee and ordered a Singapore noodle box, thinking I'd eat it after I got home, reheated. There's a lovely lady, Jayne, who works there some evenings. She asked me about my day and what I was doing and she suggested why don't I come back after my talk and get the noodsles on my way way home, then they will be fresh. Good idea! They shut at 9.00pm, that should be no problem. I paid in advance.
So I go to the venue, find there's a bit of business before I'm on, do my stuff, have a cuppa, give my nod for speaker's choice of display, then head home knowing I'd missed my noodle pick up.
Here I am enjoying a glass of red wine, satisfied that I gave the talk a go, even if there were many things I left out by accident. Chamomile Farm has played a role in Emerald's history. The wonderful Elvie has been a major driver.
On a less happy note, Molly is fading fast and not expected to live past the weekend. I think Lib and I are going up on Saturday. I'm trying to help Lib through without being obvious about it. How does it feel when your mother dies? Lib is a brave soul and working in an aged care facility death is no stranger to her. But this is her mother. When Bill died, after the funeral, in bed that night, Lib cried and cried her heart out for hours. I am prepared for a similar reaction but am hoping it's easier this time given we're eleven years on and Molly is 92 and has been so frail and failing for so long.
She made me a posy of flowers at my request, as I was boked as guest speaker at the November meeting of the Emerald Garden Club to talk about the story of Chamomile Farm. I was approached a couple of months ago about it, of course the date struck a chord, and I accepted thinking I'd have no trouble talking about the family's work over nearly four decades as I'd lived it.
So my preparation was over the last three evenings, mainly in my head, mind mapping as I did other things, or lying in bed after having fallen asleep in the chair when I should have been organizing it.
It went alright I think, they were such nice people so it couldn't really have flopped big time. The posy was a big help, it gave me a start then something to go back to right up to the end.
I didn't have dinner. I was asked to be there at 7.45 pm so I worked picking and bunching beech to help for tomorrow, till 7.15, then after changing clothes I went up to the Silk Palace Chinee and ordered a Singapore noodle box, thinking I'd eat it after I got home, reheated. There's a lovely lady, Jayne, who works there some evenings. She asked me about my day and what I was doing and she suggested why don't I come back after my talk and get the noodsles on my way way home, then they will be fresh. Good idea! They shut at 9.00pm, that should be no problem. I paid in advance.
So I go to the venue, find there's a bit of business before I'm on, do my stuff, have a cuppa, give my nod for speaker's choice of display, then head home knowing I'd missed my noodle pick up.
Here I am enjoying a glass of red wine, satisfied that I gave the talk a go, even if there were many things I left out by accident. Chamomile Farm has played a role in Emerald's history. The wonderful Elvie has been a major driver.
On a less happy note, Molly is fading fast and not expected to live past the weekend. I think Lib and I are going up on Saturday. I'm trying to help Lib through without being obvious about it. How does it feel when your mother dies? Lib is a brave soul and working in an aged care facility death is no stranger to her. But this is her mother. When Bill died, after the funeral, in bed that night, Lib cried and cried her heart out for hours. I am prepared for a similar reaction but am hoping it's easier this time given we're eleven years on and Molly is 92 and has been so frail and failing for so long.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Shot Down
I took Gord to Dandenong last Thursday to see the surgeon who did his hernia op. It was the second follow up appointment, just to check all is well. All is well, Gord got the all clear.
We continued on to do a pick up and on the way back did a much needed clothing shop at Westfield Keysborough. On leaving and feeling ready to fall asleep, a problem I have when I drive anywhere these days, I looked around for a coffee stall and subsequently stood ordering a coffee to go at 'WENDY's DONUTs'.
The girl making my coffee was a pretty young thing and I noticed the word 'barista' on her tea shirt just above her shapely left breast. Until a couple of years ago I'd never herad of the word 'barista', but now know it to mean coffee maker. The similarity to the word barrister occured to me while she busied with the coffee production and a joke came to me. I said to the girl, "The last time I had a barrister, it cost me $1000 per hour."
She did not give any semblance of a smile, nor raise an eyebrow. Totally unfazed she said, "That's about what I'd cost you."
We continued on to do a pick up and on the way back did a much needed clothing shop at Westfield Keysborough. On leaving and feeling ready to fall asleep, a problem I have when I drive anywhere these days, I looked around for a coffee stall and subsequently stood ordering a coffee to go at 'WENDY's DONUTs'.
The girl making my coffee was a pretty young thing and I noticed the word 'barista' on her tea shirt just above her shapely left breast. Until a couple of years ago I'd never herad of the word 'barista', but now know it to mean coffee maker. The similarity to the word barrister occured to me while she busied with the coffee production and a joke came to me. I said to the girl, "The last time I had a barrister, it cost me $1000 per hour."
She did not give any semblance of a smile, nor raise an eyebrow. Totally unfazed she said, "That's about what I'd cost you."
Monday, October 24, 2011
Good Weather for Pansies
It's been a busy month for me, working on the 'vegie garden' at the farm and the garden at Hanna's as well as the usual picking of foliage and blossom. I was impressed by the pansies at Hanna's yesterday a week ago so I have included a photo. The other things visible are love in the mist, cornflowers and calendulas, but there's also rocket, sage and parsley.On a lower level at Hanna's I have coriander, queen Anne's lace, broad beans and garlic and dill. It's a lot of fun and healthy excercise.
A Big Weekend at The Museum
We had a wine and cheese night last Friday night at the Emerald Museum, ahead of an open weekend when the museum was open on Saturday as well as the customary Sunday. The reason for this was that it marked 100 years since Gus Ryberg's birth, so we put on a Gus display for his family and friends to celebrate Gus's community achievements. As president of the committee I had to make a small welcoming talk, which gave me an anxious few days last week as it neared.
I wrote up a script last Monday night and revamped it on Friday morning. I caught the last half hour of my writing class on Friday arvo and after telling the class why I was late and what I had to do later, my classmates were sympathetic and helpful with advice. In particular Judy Anne gave me a pep talk as we were leaving. She said, "Don't read out your script, make notes of about six key points in sequence and speak from memory. Refer to your notes on the small peice of paper to keep your rhythm. If you forget something or muck up the crowd won't know so just move on to the next point. Make sure you project your voice to the far corners, and think of the crowd as all naked with cabbages for heads."
I decided to take her advice and not read out (except the obituary), but to work from notes on a piece of paper. Somehow my confidence built and I was reasonably calm. I forgot a few things I had scripted and added in some others but it went quite well. The night was a real success and the museum was busy both days of the weekend. I copy the script of my talk below.
OUR FRIEND GUS WOULD BE ONE HUNDRED Wine and Cheese Evening 21 Oct 2011
On behalf of the Nobelius Heritage Park and Emerald Museum committee I extend a warm welcome to you, in particular to the Mayor of Cardinia, George Blenkhorn, and his wife Sue, also to council officer Wendy Abbott, and to the trader’s of Emerald and all the friends of the park and museum. Thank you for your attendance in response to our invitation.
Two or three summers ago, I came across a European wasp nest in a particularly awkward position. Usually you can sneak up on a nest from the side to puff in insecticide dust quite easily but this one was hard to get at so I rummaged around in the glove box of a car I used to drive for a bee veil, to give me some protection. I found a newspaper cutting. It was Gus’s obituary in the Herald Sun. It’s not the sort of thing you discard readily but I didn’t know what to do with it, so I put it in my wallet in one of those little hideaway areas. It has remained there.
It is titled ‘Sowed Seeds in Emerald Horticulture’, and I would like to read it as it is brief.
"GUSTAF RYBERG
Horticulturist, historian. Born- October 19, 1911 Died- November 15, 2000
Gustaf Ryberg gave everything to his local community. Better known as Gus, he was the son of a Swedish migrant. They shifted to the Emerald area when Gus was just one month old. He attended Emerald Primary school before getting his first job at Nobelius Nursery. Mr. Ryberg took part in a strike at the nursery in 1939 when employees successfully fought for better working conditions.
A short time later he left for the Northern Territory where he cooked for wartime road workers. But it was not long before he was back in Emerald with his wife Irene and two daughters. A son was born in 1945.
Mr. and Mrs. Ryberg were members of the Australian Communist Party. He often organized house squats, public speakers and even established the local bookshop through the party. During the 1950’s Mr Ryberg contributed to the environment by starting his own nursery which included a popular vegetable section. But ten years later the business closed after Mr. Ryberg was appointed by the Ferntree Gully Shire to assist in the development of Emerald Lake Park.
He retired in 1976 but this did not slow down the dedicated community worker. He played important roles in the preservation of the Nobelius Heritage Park and the establishment of the Emerald Museum.
Mr. Ryberg will be missed in the Emerald area."
That is a brief overview of Gus’s life which makes no mention of his OAM medal or his involvement with the Fire Brigade, the Hall Committee, Garden Club, Arts Society or the Nangana Cemetery. Many of you know far more of this involvement than I do. Nor does it mention the two books Gus wrote after his retirement. Gus was a dynamic man. Yes, he talked the talk as well as any, but he followed up with action.
In 1981, the land now known as Nobelius Heritage Park was the subject of application by its owner Ern Smith of ‘Din San Nurseries’ to subdivide into 27 residential blocks. Realising its heritage value Gus and fellow local Colin Phillips began a public campaign to save it for the people of Emerald. After considerable pressure, the land was purchased by the Shire of Sherbrooke with the State Government contributing $100,000 and the Shire the remaining $51,000. It was now public property.
I didn’t get to know Gus till the mid 1980’s. My family moved to Emerald in 1972 and I lived away for much of the 1970’s, returning in 1981 to live in Gembrook and work at Chamomile Farm. It was by Gus’s invitation that I became involved in Nobelius Heritage Park in the late 1980’s when he was organizing a committee of management with the goodwill of the Shire of Sherbrooke, who owned the property. There being no museum building back then we met at night in what is now known as the Green Shed. The only heating in winter was a single bar electric element. My recall of the meetings is not good but I think Gus mostly reported on his activities as park curator. He organized a local tractor operator to cut the grass 4-6 times a year while he mowed the tracks and high profile areas himself more regularly with his beloved heavy cut mower and a push mower. He enlisted help from the committee members to run the annual family picnic day and the lavender harvest, both of which were important to him.
At that time the site where we now stand was a council machinery depot. Through his vision and personality Gus convinced the Shire of Sherbrooke to erect a museum building in 1993. This has always amazed me. Gus was enormously proud of this building. He attended every Sunday with whoever was rostered for duty. I may be biased but I consider Gus’s greatest achievements, other than his family, to be the establishment of Nobelius Heritage Park and the Emerald Museum which started out separately but became one.
Gus loved trees, flowers, fishing, fossicking, music, a good singing voice, a cup of tea, a sweet biscuit, a veggie garden. Most of all he loved to share his interests and knowledge, which were broad. The first 25 years of his life passed at a time when there was no electricity or power tools, no chainsaws, little mechanization and few motor vehicles. He saw the world around him change through world war, depression and social and technical revolution. He was an environmentalist, a conservationist and a pacifist. When he retired from the paid workforce the council and community gained a full time worker for more than two decades.
It’s amazing where Gus pops up when you talk to people. Gwen Asling told me she and her husband Ron met at a dance in Clematis organized by Gus. He used to play banjo in a bit of a band with a few other blokes and apparently they weren’t bad either. Julian Dyer in Gembrook told me Gus was good mates with his dad, Howard, and the Stielows who were prominent in the timber and potato industries. Jean Haines, editor of ‘Signpost,’ tells me Gus gave her her first job in the late 1950’s when she was about 13 years old, as usher at the Saturday night picture shows at the Emerald Hall.
Gus initiated Heritage Week at the Emerald Primary school where he was always willing to talk to classes, realizing the importance of heritage for children. When my kids were at Gembrook Primary a teacher asked me did I know an old person who’d talk to his class about the old days. I mentioned it to Gus who did not hesitate and finished up addressing several classes together in the multi-purpose room. The kids were enthralled and every one of them left with a gemstone clutched in their hand. My sister Meredith told me of a time when her daughter Rose showed interest in gemstones and Gus invited them to his house to show them his collection and the tumblers and techniques for polishing.
What I liked most about Gus was his austere lifestyle. He was not materialistic. No flash car, expensive holidays or fat superannuation, in contrast to the ‘grab all you can while you can’ influences that seem to prevail these days.
I came across a quote I liked when thinking about today, which seems appropriate to Gus. “Strive not to be successful, strive to be of value.” Gus set a good example, to put in more and expect less out, instead of the other way around.
Thank you to all the committee for their work preparing for this weekend, especially Chris Britton who has put in long hours improving the museum displays. We are excited about our future continuing the vision of Gus Ryberg, which becomes more important with each passing year. Thanks for your attention and please enjoy the wine and cheese. We are always looking for volunteers in the museum and new ‘friends’ of the park. Anyone interested in joining can leave their details.
I wrote up a script last Monday night and revamped it on Friday morning. I caught the last half hour of my writing class on Friday arvo and after telling the class why I was late and what I had to do later, my classmates were sympathetic and helpful with advice. In particular Judy Anne gave me a pep talk as we were leaving. She said, "Don't read out your script, make notes of about six key points in sequence and speak from memory. Refer to your notes on the small peice of paper to keep your rhythm. If you forget something or muck up the crowd won't know so just move on to the next point. Make sure you project your voice to the far corners, and think of the crowd as all naked with cabbages for heads."
I decided to take her advice and not read out (except the obituary), but to work from notes on a piece of paper. Somehow my confidence built and I was reasonably calm. I forgot a few things I had scripted and added in some others but it went quite well. The night was a real success and the museum was busy both days of the weekend. I copy the script of my talk below.
OUR FRIEND GUS WOULD BE ONE HUNDRED Wine and Cheese Evening 21 Oct 2011
On behalf of the Nobelius Heritage Park and Emerald Museum committee I extend a warm welcome to you, in particular to the Mayor of Cardinia, George Blenkhorn, and his wife Sue, also to council officer Wendy Abbott, and to the trader’s of Emerald and all the friends of the park and museum. Thank you for your attendance in response to our invitation.
Two or three summers ago, I came across a European wasp nest in a particularly awkward position. Usually you can sneak up on a nest from the side to puff in insecticide dust quite easily but this one was hard to get at so I rummaged around in the glove box of a car I used to drive for a bee veil, to give me some protection. I found a newspaper cutting. It was Gus’s obituary in the Herald Sun. It’s not the sort of thing you discard readily but I didn’t know what to do with it, so I put it in my wallet in one of those little hideaway areas. It has remained there.
It is titled ‘Sowed Seeds in Emerald Horticulture’, and I would like to read it as it is brief.
"GUSTAF RYBERG
Horticulturist, historian. Born- October 19, 1911 Died- November 15, 2000
Gustaf Ryberg gave everything to his local community. Better known as Gus, he was the son of a Swedish migrant. They shifted to the Emerald area when Gus was just one month old. He attended Emerald Primary school before getting his first job at Nobelius Nursery. Mr. Ryberg took part in a strike at the nursery in 1939 when employees successfully fought for better working conditions.
A short time later he left for the Northern Territory where he cooked for wartime road workers. But it was not long before he was back in Emerald with his wife Irene and two daughters. A son was born in 1945.
Mr. and Mrs. Ryberg were members of the Australian Communist Party. He often organized house squats, public speakers and even established the local bookshop through the party. During the 1950’s Mr Ryberg contributed to the environment by starting his own nursery which included a popular vegetable section. But ten years later the business closed after Mr. Ryberg was appointed by the Ferntree Gully Shire to assist in the development of Emerald Lake Park.
He retired in 1976 but this did not slow down the dedicated community worker. He played important roles in the preservation of the Nobelius Heritage Park and the establishment of the Emerald Museum.
Mr. Ryberg will be missed in the Emerald area."
That is a brief overview of Gus’s life which makes no mention of his OAM medal or his involvement with the Fire Brigade, the Hall Committee, Garden Club, Arts Society or the Nangana Cemetery. Many of you know far more of this involvement than I do. Nor does it mention the two books Gus wrote after his retirement. Gus was a dynamic man. Yes, he talked the talk as well as any, but he followed up with action.
In 1981, the land now known as Nobelius Heritage Park was the subject of application by its owner Ern Smith of ‘Din San Nurseries’ to subdivide into 27 residential blocks. Realising its heritage value Gus and fellow local Colin Phillips began a public campaign to save it for the people of Emerald. After considerable pressure, the land was purchased by the Shire of Sherbrooke with the State Government contributing $100,000 and the Shire the remaining $51,000. It was now public property.
I didn’t get to know Gus till the mid 1980’s. My family moved to Emerald in 1972 and I lived away for much of the 1970’s, returning in 1981 to live in Gembrook and work at Chamomile Farm. It was by Gus’s invitation that I became involved in Nobelius Heritage Park in the late 1980’s when he was organizing a committee of management with the goodwill of the Shire of Sherbrooke, who owned the property. There being no museum building back then we met at night in what is now known as the Green Shed. The only heating in winter was a single bar electric element. My recall of the meetings is not good but I think Gus mostly reported on his activities as park curator. He organized a local tractor operator to cut the grass 4-6 times a year while he mowed the tracks and high profile areas himself more regularly with his beloved heavy cut mower and a push mower. He enlisted help from the committee members to run the annual family picnic day and the lavender harvest, both of which were important to him.
At that time the site where we now stand was a council machinery depot. Through his vision and personality Gus convinced the Shire of Sherbrooke to erect a museum building in 1993. This has always amazed me. Gus was enormously proud of this building. He attended every Sunday with whoever was rostered for duty. I may be biased but I consider Gus’s greatest achievements, other than his family, to be the establishment of Nobelius Heritage Park and the Emerald Museum which started out separately but became one.
Gus loved trees, flowers, fishing, fossicking, music, a good singing voice, a cup of tea, a sweet biscuit, a veggie garden. Most of all he loved to share his interests and knowledge, which were broad. The first 25 years of his life passed at a time when there was no electricity or power tools, no chainsaws, little mechanization and few motor vehicles. He saw the world around him change through world war, depression and social and technical revolution. He was an environmentalist, a conservationist and a pacifist. When he retired from the paid workforce the council and community gained a full time worker for more than two decades.
It’s amazing where Gus pops up when you talk to people. Gwen Asling told me she and her husband Ron met at a dance in Clematis organized by Gus. He used to play banjo in a bit of a band with a few other blokes and apparently they weren’t bad either. Julian Dyer in Gembrook told me Gus was good mates with his dad, Howard, and the Stielows who were prominent in the timber and potato industries. Jean Haines, editor of ‘Signpost,’ tells me Gus gave her her first job in the late 1950’s when she was about 13 years old, as usher at the Saturday night picture shows at the Emerald Hall.
Gus initiated Heritage Week at the Emerald Primary school where he was always willing to talk to classes, realizing the importance of heritage for children. When my kids were at Gembrook Primary a teacher asked me did I know an old person who’d talk to his class about the old days. I mentioned it to Gus who did not hesitate and finished up addressing several classes together in the multi-purpose room. The kids were enthralled and every one of them left with a gemstone clutched in their hand. My sister Meredith told me of a time when her daughter Rose showed interest in gemstones and Gus invited them to his house to show them his collection and the tumblers and techniques for polishing.
What I liked most about Gus was his austere lifestyle. He was not materialistic. No flash car, expensive holidays or fat superannuation, in contrast to the ‘grab all you can while you can’ influences that seem to prevail these days.
I came across a quote I liked when thinking about today, which seems appropriate to Gus. “Strive not to be successful, strive to be of value.” Gus set a good example, to put in more and expect less out, instead of the other way around.
Thank you to all the committee for their work preparing for this weekend, especially Chris Britton who has put in long hours improving the museum displays. We are excited about our future continuing the vision of Gus Ryberg, which becomes more important with each passing year. Thanks for your attention and please enjoy the wine and cheese. We are always looking for volunteers in the museum and new ‘friends’ of the park. Anyone interested in joining can leave their details.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Grand Final Day
What a happy result it was. We watched it at Ricky Ralph's and Mon's new house in Berwick, where they say " we are right in suburbia but we love it."
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
The Wall Fell Down
Earlier this month we received word that a section of the large retaining wall behind the house at Lakes Entrance had collapsed. I posted about this possibility on 3 Aug after our return from our trip during the big rain in July.
Nothing has been done yet by way of repair, fortunately it's not my responsibility. It will be a complicated and costly project. Just thought I'd mention it before going to bed.
Solar Nightmare, Health Update
My friend Hannah was in a panic today when I called in today to pick rocket, pansies and Chinese lantern flowers. She'd rung her electricity supply company AGL to ask if the paper work had come through from the installers (the same firm that did ours). It hadn't, nor had her application for premium rate buy back contract. All this has to be in by 3o Sep we have discovered or you miss out. Without the premium rate buy back there's no point to go to the expense of fitting solar panels. The installers told her they'd faxed the forms but suggested she ring them to confirm they'd been received.
The fault on our system was corrected last Friday, and we believe was inspected later the same day. The installers rang me this morning saying they had received the certificate and had faxed it through to our supplier, Origin. They suggested I ring Origin, and SP Ausnet, tomorrow morning, to confirm all the necessary forms have been received. I was inclined to ring this afternoon but was too busy and thought it was probably OK to give them 24 hours to sort themselves anyway. Let me say I'm very nervous about this as we have spent close to $5000 on this system.
On a brighter note, Gord is making good recovery from his hernia op which was done nearly two weeks ago. He was told he couldn't lift anything for four weeks, and is to see his surgeon on Thursday.
Jod has had a difficult recovery from his mouth op and has been in great pain and distress. His face face blew up on the weekend, he had ultrasound today, he has infected blocked saliva gland and is now on double strength antibiotics.
Lib's mum molly has had a dose of shingles, most unfortunate for a 92 yr old who is frail and somewhat incapacitated normally. She has been admitted to hospital today. Lib's sister Pat had been staying with her as she is in no condition to look after herself, but if Moll couldn't get a bed in hospital Lib probably would have had to leave work for a few days and go to Wang as Pat has to return to Bendigo.
The fault on our system was corrected last Friday, and we believe was inspected later the same day. The installers rang me this morning saying they had received the certificate and had faxed it through to our supplier, Origin. They suggested I ring Origin, and SP Ausnet, tomorrow morning, to confirm all the necessary forms have been received. I was inclined to ring this afternoon but was too busy and thought it was probably OK to give them 24 hours to sort themselves anyway. Let me say I'm very nervous about this as we have spent close to $5000 on this system.
On a brighter note, Gord is making good recovery from his hernia op which was done nearly two weeks ago. He was told he couldn't lift anything for four weeks, and is to see his surgeon on Thursday.
Jod has had a difficult recovery from his mouth op and has been in great pain and distress. His face face blew up on the weekend, he had ultrasound today, he has infected blocked saliva gland and is now on double strength antibiotics.
Lib's mum molly has had a dose of shingles, most unfortunate for a 92 yr old who is frail and somewhat incapacitated normally. She has been admitted to hospital today. Lib's sister Pat had been staying with her as she is in no condition to look after herself, but if Moll couldn't get a bed in hospital Lib probably would have had to leave work for a few days and go to Wang as Pat has to return to Bendigo.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Brookers Not Quite
Gembrook-Cockatoo were valiant in defeat on Saturday in the YMDFL grand final against Upwey-Tecoma at the Healesville sports complex. In a spirited contest they were a couple goals down at the final siren, making them runners up two years in a row.
I'm not one who says winning is everything. The great thing is competing and giving your best effort. There's a geat Teddy Roosevelt quote I have had stuck inside a cupboard door in in our laundry for probably 20 years, which I won't go check now for fear of disturbing Lib's chickens which still are housed there at night. It talks of admiration for those brave souls who strive for victory yet come up short after having given their all, and of repugnance for their critics in defeat who are themselves too timid to enter the contest.
Lib Gordon and I packed a picnic lunch of salami and salad rolls and found a good viewing spot on what was pleasant sunny day with at times a gusty wind that carried a bit of chill. The downside of the day, besides the result, was the ridiculously loud music played over the PA pre game and at breaks. It was enough to make me want to go home a few times.
Gord took the car keys at half time and went to get a score from the Eagles Geelong game at half time, returning during the third quarter. At three quarter time with the Brookers trailing by 2 points and in with a big chance, I went out to the 3/4 time huddle to hear the coach and soak up a bit of the emotion building in expectation of a rousing last quarter. When I returned Lib told me Gord had lost the car keys, he knew not where, so he and I went off to retrace his course, which he had done already.
We couldn't find them. I went to the kiosk and the bar and asked if someone had handed in a set of car keys. No. I thought I should try the other bar over near where Gord had said he went to the toilet, and on the way look for a Gembrook person to get a lift back with to get the spare keys from home. Yes, the barman said there were keys handed in, he gave them to 'a league bloke'. They wear league jackets. I found one, he didn't have them, but said he'd go and find out who did. I said I'd wait where I was, behind the goals. He was back in five minutes with the keys much to my relief.
When I returned to Lib and Gord they were ready to go home so we left just as the game was finishing. The anthem of the Upwey Tigers was blasting over the PA, the same theme song as the AFL Richmond Tigers. Lib asked me what would be playing had Gembrook won, to which I answered I had no idea. I've since asked around and still don't know.
Lib and I agreed it was a pity about the loud music. We also also found the medal presentations to the winning players of the reserves GF and the netballers before the main game tedious, and the line up of the senior teams before the game to the playing of the national anthem. I mean what the hell for, it seems copy cat to me. I prefer good old country footy atmosphere with the traditional crowd noise and expectation. Spare me the entertainment and pomp.
I'm not one who says winning is everything. The great thing is competing and giving your best effort. There's a geat Teddy Roosevelt quote I have had stuck inside a cupboard door in in our laundry for probably 20 years, which I won't go check now for fear of disturbing Lib's chickens which still are housed there at night. It talks of admiration for those brave souls who strive for victory yet come up short after having given their all, and of repugnance for their critics in defeat who are themselves too timid to enter the contest.
Lib Gordon and I packed a picnic lunch of salami and salad rolls and found a good viewing spot on what was pleasant sunny day with at times a gusty wind that carried a bit of chill. The downside of the day, besides the result, was the ridiculously loud music played over the PA pre game and at breaks. It was enough to make me want to go home a few times.
Gord took the car keys at half time and went to get a score from the Eagles Geelong game at half time, returning during the third quarter. At three quarter time with the Brookers trailing by 2 points and in with a big chance, I went out to the 3/4 time huddle to hear the coach and soak up a bit of the emotion building in expectation of a rousing last quarter. When I returned Lib told me Gord had lost the car keys, he knew not where, so he and I went off to retrace his course, which he had done already.
We couldn't find them. I went to the kiosk and the bar and asked if someone had handed in a set of car keys. No. I thought I should try the other bar over near where Gord had said he went to the toilet, and on the way look for a Gembrook person to get a lift back with to get the spare keys from home. Yes, the barman said there were keys handed in, he gave them to 'a league bloke'. They wear league jackets. I found one, he didn't have them, but said he'd go and find out who did. I said I'd wait where I was, behind the goals. He was back in five minutes with the keys much to my relief.
When I returned to Lib and Gord they were ready to go home so we left just as the game was finishing. The anthem of the Upwey Tigers was blasting over the PA, the same theme song as the AFL Richmond Tigers. Lib asked me what would be playing had Gembrook won, to which I answered I had no idea. I've since asked around and still don't know.
Lib and I agreed it was a pity about the loud music. We also also found the medal presentations to the winning players of the reserves GF and the netballers before the main game tedious, and the line up of the senior teams before the game to the playing of the national anthem. I mean what the hell for, it seems copy cat to me. I prefer good old country footy atmosphere with the traditional crowd noise and expectation. Spare me the entertainment and pomp.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
One Down One To Go
Jod had his operation last Monday to remove the growth on his gum. It was quite an ordeal, not for me but for Jod, and Elvie and Meredith who have helped him with their moral support and with organizing. Gord and Rob drove him to hospital in the morning and picked him up also as I was at a meeting late that afternoon when the hospital rang.
The growth was thought to be precancerous, but the biopsy the week or so before revealed a few cancer cells apparently. The surgeon said the op was an enormous success, they removed all the growth with no complication and there should be no problems in future. Jod is supposed to be giving up smoking and he's trying very hard but still having a few I think.
Gord goes in for his hernia op tomorrow after a 3 month wait. I have to have him at Monash Medical centre at 6.45 am so the alarm will be set for 5.00am.
I had wanted to post about Marrianne Summers' beehive which I picked up at Officer last Friday evening and moved to Gembrook, but I'd better hit the sack and write that up next time.
The solar panels aren't hooked up yet to the grid. An inspector came and found a couple of wires wrong so the electrician has to come back then the inspector again, and we still need a new fancy metre that can go backwards. I'm starting to get a bit anxious. We've paid up, but nothing's working yet.
(Believe it or not the inpector's name was CARL AXEL NOBELIUS, which will only mean something to those familiar with Nobelius Park)
On AFL football, my association with it is over. I will not be buying a club membership in future and will never pay at the gate to see another game. Melbourne losing our priority draft pick to GWS which is an AFL creation working on AFL money to burn goes beyond all reason and is my tipping point. The AFL is a vile organization.
Prayers for Gord tomorrow, it's his fourth hernia op in his nearly 26 years.
The growth was thought to be precancerous, but the biopsy the week or so before revealed a few cancer cells apparently. The surgeon said the op was an enormous success, they removed all the growth with no complication and there should be no problems in future. Jod is supposed to be giving up smoking and he's trying very hard but still having a few I think.
Gord goes in for his hernia op tomorrow after a 3 month wait. I have to have him at Monash Medical centre at 6.45 am so the alarm will be set for 5.00am.
I had wanted to post about Marrianne Summers' beehive which I picked up at Officer last Friday evening and moved to Gembrook, but I'd better hit the sack and write that up next time.
The solar panels aren't hooked up yet to the grid. An inspector came and found a couple of wires wrong so the electrician has to come back then the inspector again, and we still need a new fancy metre that can go backwards. I'm starting to get a bit anxious. We've paid up, but nothing's working yet.
(Believe it or not the inpector's name was CARL AXEL NOBELIUS, which will only mean something to those familiar with Nobelius Park)
On AFL football, my association with it is over. I will not be buying a club membership in future and will never pay at the gate to see another game. Melbourne losing our priority draft pick to GWS which is an AFL creation working on AFL money to burn goes beyond all reason and is my tipping point. The AFL is a vile organization.
Prayers for Gord tomorrow, it's his fourth hernia op in his nearly 26 years.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
All in a Week
There were five blokes clamouring over our house today fitting solar panels. This after a sales rep from a solar solutions company came to talk to me on Monday of last week, after a telemarketer had rung the week before and arranged the appointment. His quote was for 8 panels and a 3kw inverter thrown in, above the capacity of the 1.5 inverter we'd need, so we could inrease our number of panels when the price goes down in the future as the rep assured me it would, for the tidy sum of $6990.
Lib wasn't home when the rep called, and it was her birthday so we didn't discuss that evening, what with the champagne and present opening etc it seemed too much like business. The next morning, a week ago today, I met Heinz on my walk.
"What's new?" Heinz often greets me with this question.
"Not much Heinz,I got a quote yesterday from a company to fit solar panels."
"Did they ring you up, then come around?"
"Yes."
"They rang me too. I didn't buy from them. I got onto another crowd, much cheaper."
We stood in front of Amanda's house in Innes Rd., after stopping as we were going different directions. Werner, a builder renovating Amanda's house, was in conversation with her in the driveway. On seeing Heinz and I they walked up, Heinz and Werner being friends, and Amanda and I. After a few moments hearing a progress report on Amanda's house I excused myslf. As I left Heinz called to me with some urgency of tone.
"Don't do anything till you talk to me. Come and see me. You could save thousands."
"Are you home this afternoon?"
"Yes, I will show you my house. You've been saying you'll come for a long time. Now you must.
When I visited Heinz that afternoon he greeted me like a long friend, sitting me dowm in his loungeroom with the superb view of the Warbuton Range, and bringing me green tea and biscuits. He told me how efficient the solar company he purchased from was and offered to ring them so I could give them some details and ask for a price. To cut it short the price was over $2000 less, for 11 panels not 8, with a 2kw inverter. The chap I talked to googled our address and told me what I could do from the sattelite photo. I paid a 10% deposit on the phone using credit card and as soon as the contract arrived by email and I could send it back by post signed, they got it yesterday, they installed today.
It's not working yet, it has to be inspected by SPAus the electricity supplier first before it can be turned on. The electricity generated above what our house uses during the day will be fed back into the grid and purcased by the state government. There's a new meter needed at a cost (to us) of $250 to enable this which is to be added to the next electricity bill. Also we had to upgrade our switchboard at a cost of $700, also done today, the contractor paid by us, which we would have had to do anyway soon.
Touch wood it goes smoothly from here. The idea is that the system pays for itself in the first few years then the savings are real for the next decade. If we sell it should be an advantage to get a buyer, and a better price. Let's hope it has been a good decision.
Next time Heinz asks what's new I'll have something to tell him. Sometimes everything justs clicks into place and things happen quickly.
Lib wasn't home when the rep called, and it was her birthday so we didn't discuss that evening, what with the champagne and present opening etc it seemed too much like business. The next morning, a week ago today, I met Heinz on my walk.
"What's new?" Heinz often greets me with this question.
"Not much Heinz,I got a quote yesterday from a company to fit solar panels."
"Did they ring you up, then come around?"
"Yes."
"They rang me too. I didn't buy from them. I got onto another crowd, much cheaper."
We stood in front of Amanda's house in Innes Rd., after stopping as we were going different directions. Werner, a builder renovating Amanda's house, was in conversation with her in the driveway. On seeing Heinz and I they walked up, Heinz and Werner being friends, and Amanda and I. After a few moments hearing a progress report on Amanda's house I excused myslf. As I left Heinz called to me with some urgency of tone.
"Don't do anything till you talk to me. Come and see me. You could save thousands."
"Are you home this afternoon?"
"Yes, I will show you my house. You've been saying you'll come for a long time. Now you must.
When I visited Heinz that afternoon he greeted me like a long friend, sitting me dowm in his loungeroom with the superb view of the Warbuton Range, and bringing me green tea and biscuits. He told me how efficient the solar company he purchased from was and offered to ring them so I could give them some details and ask for a price. To cut it short the price was over $2000 less, for 11 panels not 8, with a 2kw inverter. The chap I talked to googled our address and told me what I could do from the sattelite photo. I paid a 10% deposit on the phone using credit card and as soon as the contract arrived by email and I could send it back by post signed, they got it yesterday, they installed today.
It's not working yet, it has to be inspected by SPAus the electricity supplier first before it can be turned on. The electricity generated above what our house uses during the day will be fed back into the grid and purcased by the state government. There's a new meter needed at a cost (to us) of $250 to enable this which is to be added to the next electricity bill. Also we had to upgrade our switchboard at a cost of $700, also done today, the contractor paid by us, which we would have had to do anyway soon.
Touch wood it goes smoothly from here. The idea is that the system pays for itself in the first few years then the savings are real for the next decade. If we sell it should be an advantage to get a buyer, and a better price. Let's hope it has been a good decision.
Next time Heinz asks what's new I'll have something to tell him. Sometimes everything justs clicks into place and things happen quickly.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Spring is Early
I have felt for a couple of months that things have been flowering early this year and this was confirmed when John Rando rang last night to say he'd pruned the fruit trees in Nobelius Park and said in his opinion the trees were close to a month in advance of a normal year. As a man who worked 30 years as a pruner in a commercial apple orchard I accept what he says.
I have a museum meeting today and much else to do so I'll copy and paste from Word my Gembrook column for Signpost for September which I just submitted after starting on it first thing, so as to give my blog readers something. I don't think Signpost readers read my blog, with maybe one or two exceptions, and no one will mind I'm sure.
AMONGST THE GUM TREES
I heard a conversation in the post office where a man said to his friend, “I can’t understand why Australians call all eucalypts gum trees when the rest of the world knows them as eucalypts. Do you know the origin of it?”
His friend replied, “No I don’t. I always thought of them as eucalypt gums.”
At this point I nearly joined in to say it baffles me also, and that eucalypts are broadly grouped by bark type e.g. Stringybarks, Box, Ironbarks and Bloodwoods. It’s the smooth barked types such as Mountain grey Gums, Manna Gums and Red Gums that are “gums”. I didn’t, because I didn’t know the answer to question, the origin of “gum tree”.
So I researched to find that Eucalyptus is one of three similar genera that are commonly referred to as ‘eucalypts’, the others being Corymbia and Angophora. They are known as gum trees because many species, but not all, exude copious sap from any break in the bark. There are more than 700 species of Eucalyptus, 15 found outside Australia, only 9 not occurring in Australia. Interestingly, two of our best known gums, the Red Flowering Gum and the Ghost Gum, are Corymbias.
There are other eucalypts types such as Mallees, Ash and Peppermints. Generally speaking our knowledge of our native trees could be improved and perhaps could be given more emphasis in the education system. It may have improved since my day.
On the bird front, John Batten told me recently that red browed finches had visited his garden, and he’d seen many water birds in the dams in Harewood Rd. Alan Bates observed magpies harassing and squawking at an unconcerned low flying wedge tailed eagle. The galahs that regularly come and go have been plentiful and smooching in pairs perched on the electricity wires, the whip birds have moved back to our street for the spring, resuming their male/ female calling, and I saw what I think was a spotted pardalote.
I have a museum meeting today and much else to do so I'll copy and paste from Word my Gembrook column for Signpost for September which I just submitted after starting on it first thing, so as to give my blog readers something. I don't think Signpost readers read my blog, with maybe one or two exceptions, and no one will mind I'm sure.
AMONGST THE GUM TREES
I heard a conversation in the post office where a man said to his friend, “I can’t understand why Australians call all eucalypts gum trees when the rest of the world knows them as eucalypts. Do you know the origin of it?”
His friend replied, “No I don’t. I always thought of them as eucalypt gums.”
At this point I nearly joined in to say it baffles me also, and that eucalypts are broadly grouped by bark type e.g. Stringybarks, Box, Ironbarks and Bloodwoods. It’s the smooth barked types such as Mountain grey Gums, Manna Gums and Red Gums that are “gums”. I didn’t, because I didn’t know the answer to question, the origin of “gum tree”.
So I researched to find that Eucalyptus is one of three similar genera that are commonly referred to as ‘eucalypts’, the others being Corymbia and Angophora. They are known as gum trees because many species, but not all, exude copious sap from any break in the bark. There are more than 700 species of Eucalyptus, 15 found outside Australia, only 9 not occurring in Australia. Interestingly, two of our best known gums, the Red Flowering Gum and the Ghost Gum, are Corymbias.
There are other eucalypts types such as Mallees, Ash and Peppermints. Generally speaking our knowledge of our native trees could be improved and perhaps could be given more emphasis in the education system. It may have improved since my day.
On the bird front, John Batten told me recently that red browed finches had visited his garden, and he’d seen many water birds in the dams in Harewood Rd. Alan Bates observed magpies harassing and squawking at an unconcerned low flying wedge tailed eagle. The galahs that regularly come and go have been plentiful and smooching in pairs perched on the electricity wires, the whip birds have moved back to our street for the spring, resuming their male/ female calling, and I saw what I think was a spotted pardalote.
Wednesday, August 03, 2011
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.
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.
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