March 5..Edgy

Pip woke me at 4.45am, as she often does around then or soon after, presumably she wants to do her toilet thing. I don't hesitate to get up, the dog has never peed inside in my recollection and nor do I want such happening. Besides I'm ready for a pee myslf so outside we go.

Mind you I'm a bit dopey as I put on gumboots at the back door and walk to the shed to put out Pip's breakfast, prepared the night before. Usually by the time I have done this and my wee, she is there hungry and into breakfast. Not so this morning. I stood and waited in the early grey light, whistled, listened and waited. There's often traffic on the main road at that hour, you can hear the cars coming from a long distance away and I sympathise with these poor buggers that have to be travelling at that time to work who knows where. Sometimes I can hear Pip moving about in the crunchy dry leaves on the ground.

I had to wait a couple of minutes till she turned up, then she just stood and looked at her food with no interest in eating it. Now this is not all that unusual for her. She sometimes goes off her food for a day or so, wants to go in and out of the house a lot, and we figure she has a mild digestive problem which soon passes. But today it worried me, I'm a bit toey after the snake bite thing just a couple of weeks back. Could it be possible that she'd bitten again in the couple of minutes that she'd been out in the garden toileting? I believe snakes do hunt at night and the way March is going nothing would surprise me. I was not about to ring Tom the vet at 5am unless there was more dramatic obvious reason so I went back inside to bed and Pip went to hers in the office. But she didn't stay there. I could hear her nails as she walked up and down the wooden steps. Up again I put a lead on her and we went outside. She had no inclination to do anything but stand sit at my feet. As I patted her she quivered a bit. My anxiety was not eased.

We went back inside. I put her compression jacket on. Maybe she was unsettled by atmospheric factors that she senses well before we hear thunder. There were storms forecast for today. She went up to our bed and lay there which she does usually after I have got up the second time to start my day proper. She likes to sleep where I sleep when I'm not there. I put books or such what on my pillow so she's on the doona not the sheets.

It is now 7.30am I have been doing some things on the computer since 6. She has come out a couple of times but I just checked and she's lying curled looking peaceful. I would think I can forget the 2nd snakebite possibility. Surely symptoms would have developed had that been so? Am I becoming a bit of a nervous wreck? No, not quite, but yes, I'm edgy.

I stayed home yesterday due to the blocked pipe drama. A plumber came about 5pm and put his screw worm jigger thing through the pipe and touch wood that is also now behind me.

Now I'm worried that that an airB+B I've prepaid for a future holiday is a scam. I told RR about it on Saturday and he told me of his experience last year of booking and paying an airBB in Darwin to go to a wedding, only to find the owner cancelled him the day prior. This bloke had done this many times and multiple booked his place and pocketed the money with the customers left with nowhere to stay. RR said he would never do AirBB again, after this incident when he then had to pay through the nose for scarce availability accomm for multiple people for multiple nights.

I think my nervousness about this was not helped by an incident yesterday. I went up to the top our drive to put a sign up so the plumber could find us easily. I have an old cast iron kettle that sits on a tree stump near the top of the drive. I use this to rest the sign on in the street when I know someone is coming. The plumber rang and said he was delayed so I went up the street to shop and as I drove out I saw that someone had knocked off the kettle and the sign was lying flat on the ground. This in our little dead end street. I'd only put it out about half an hour earlier. And there's been press about looters working in these fire areas where people who have evacuated have been robbed.

Yes I'm edgy.

Mad March

We may be only four days in but the indications are dreadful. On Friday 1 Mar, it was about 40C. I worked hard picking much foliage in the heat. At about 2.30pm a thunderstorm pronounced itself with great vigour while I was home bunching and having a cup of tea after busily picking and before going to the farm.

Pip went nuts with the thunder, It was strange, there didn't seem to be any clouds. I later looked, there was some moving away but it was violent thunder. Ten minutes or so later the fire sirens went off and I could smell smoke so I knew lightning had started a fire reasonably close by. I knew from the sirens they were onto it, but I took Pip with me when I left for the farm just in case.

In any case that dry storm was what started the Bunyip State Park fires which have raged since then. Helicopters have been flying over our house at regular intervals for three days, presumably some dropping water on the fire and others assessing. I have felt quite safe, despite the unnerving sight of billowing smoke to the east. We are on the western edge of all that bush, and the prevailing breeze has been away from us. Just the same we've been anxious, as anybody would be.

Now today, yesterday actually as I'm up past midnight, the shit hit the fan. Rickyralph visited this morning, all good, me relaxing after Friday heat and Satuday repeat. Still 38-40C. Then I went to the can, flushed it, bowl filled to brim before slowly emptying. Hello I thought to myself, a problem. I was prompted by this to clean the grease trap as a starting point, knowing it was overdue. It did not improve the situation so I went under the house to an inspection point in the pipe to the septic tank. The main pipe from the toilets was leaking, meaning it was full and held some pressure, there was a blockage somewhere. I took the cap of the inspection point, predictably shit and water and paper spewed out which I was expecting having gone down this track a couple of decades ago. I put the cap back on and tried the toilet but no change, just gurgling and slow release of water. So obviously blockage was other side of the inspection point, between it and septic tank, and now probably an air lock to boot. I knew there was another inspection point top side of the septic tank so I started to dig and after some careful digging so as not to damage the pipe I found it. No amount of putting hose up pipe, or down the other way from the point under the house (yes I took the cap of again and more stuff spewed out, by this time it was quite muddy and shitty under there) would clear the blockage so I gave up, slashed a couple of sherrys and thought well it looks like I'll have to find a plumber tomorrow.

I went inside and had a bath and then a roast dinner of chicken. Gord had a bath late at night, pulled the plug, then realized the water from the bath was going back into the shower then overflowing onto the floor. Lots of towels by me cleaning up. Then, Gord called out, he'd gone up to the other bathroom, to find sullage flooding into the shower, this brown in colour and stinking and obviously full of faeces.

I was almost out of my tree by now. You can imagine the clean up, bearing in mind that the pipes are regurging and we can't use the bathrooms or toilets. Pardon my bad language, no I will restrain, FMD.

I'll try to find a plumber tomorrow. If this is an indicator of a mad March to follow Freaky February God help me.

Freaky February

Monday18 Feb our little dog Pip was bitten by a snake. We didn't see this event. I was home, no orders to pick, oddly, so I was catching up on bookwork and waiting for Gord to come home from his dentist app. When he did come home, about 1pm, I heard him say, "There's something wrong with Pip."

Lib was on the deck reading a book, and I was inside at the computer. I went out to find Pip panting, salivating and quivering. Her whole body was tensed, she was greatly distressed. I took her straight up the street to the vet. Fortunately a lady vet Belinda was in attendance, she said straight away, "This looks like a snakebite." I had thought maybe Pip had eaten some snail pellets I had put out on some broccolli seedlings the day before.

There was no way of knowing until the result of patholoy blood test came the next day if in fact it was snake bite, by which time it would be too late, she would have died. I gave them permission to administer antivenin, which they promptly did.  When I enquired later by phone I was told she had an amazingly quick response to the injection and was doing well, but would need to be kept for a couple of days to monitor progress. How lucky were we, firstly that we were right there, secondly that there was a vet in attendance two minutes away, and thirdly that they had the antivenin on hand which I believe is not always the case.

Beautiful little Pip has survived and it seems fully recovered.

But February amazed for many things. Reknowned horse trainer Darren Weir was suspended for three years. Over a decade I had watched his career explode to be Victoria's most successful and perhaps Australia's leading trainer. Then suddenly gone.

February also saw Cardinal Bill Pell found guilty of sex crimes against minors and jailed. What can I say about that, given my position of not knowing the truth? But the jury found him guilty, that I do know. And there's anecdotal evidence going back two decades before these crimes were alleged, that Pell as a senior in the Ballarat diocese, covered up similar criminal activity by paedophile priests in northern and western Victoria for many years. Thes priests were ultimately found guilty also, the evidence eventually overwhelming.

The floods in North Qld apparently wiped out the cattle industry. I have listened to the appeals for the Australian government to assist in its rebuilding. I have serious doubt as to the validity of this. When I visited my mate Dave Dickson at a property west of Charters Towers some years ago where he worked on a cattle station as a property caretaker. He said to me me then, "I don't know why they raise and farm cattle here, it's not good for cattle, they struggle and it's hard. But fruit trees grow so well, and with plentiful bore water you can grow almost anything." He loved his garden and his plantation was a veritable oasis. So my thought is, Why would you rebuild the cattle industry there when history has shown that it will be destroyed again by flood?

Now despite the above mentioned surprises of February, of greater alarm to me is the front page of the Pakenham Gazette of mid Feb. Officially, due to EPA restrictions, Cardinia Council has no way of dealing with our recyclable rubbish and it's all going to landfill now. I'm disgusted. All our efforts to diligently sort our refuse, in my case to the extent of collecting all plasic bottletops and putting them in a plastic container till it's full, likewise with metal tops into tin cans, seem to have been useless. how pathetic is this? Our managers, planners and governments have been and are appallingly negligent. It defies my understanding. My thought is- if it can't be recycled, reused, or biodegraded easily, its manufacture should be banned. No exceptions, ifs, buts or maybes. Banned. Outlawed. at present we are trashing the planet to the detriment of those to follow.

What about the massive fish kill in the Darling River?

Freaky February.
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Love

He watches from his studio. She walks in the garden she loves, looking, bending, weeding, scratching. He thinks. I still love her, just like when we were teenagers so many years ago, I love her the same. He told me.

He watches again, another day. She feeds the birds on the deck in front of their kitchen. The kitchen looks out over the valley. The valley they saw forty years ago when looking to buy. It reminded them of their village in England where they grew up.

"We'll take it," they said, even before they had seen inside the house.

He watches from the kitchen, this other day. She trips and falls as she puts seed in the feeder. Her head hits the timber rail. He rushes to her, lying on the deck. She is dead, her neck broken.

He told me. "I was watching her. She fell. In an instant she was dead, my beautiful wife, the love of my life. Gone. There with me, then gone, in an instant."

Hot January

As one who works outside I can assure you January was a hot month. Indeed I saw this morning that Climate Council states that January was the hottest on record. Very little rain too, 15ml here in Gembrook, and half that was in a storm very late in the month after a prolonged heatwave, so it really was ineffective.

January also saw our 38th wedding anniversary. Also a visit from our friend Ian Sinclair who stayed six days. He arrived in Aus from Yukon Province in Canada and spent the first couple of weeks in Canberra and Adaminaby where his brother Col lives. It was about -20C when he left the Yukon and the daily max when he was here ranged from 35-45C. He loved our garden and its birdlife but was dismayed at the noise during the day from motor bikes and trucks, which he said had escalated enormously in the three years since he was last here. After he left, the next morning he rang from Mt Terrible to let me know he was there, one of our old haunts. He said the road had been much improved, and had been diverted here and there to cut out the bad bits, which were still obvious. He said he was amazed that 45 years ago we made it up there in our two wheel drive vehicles. When he reached the top there were five vehicles there with workmen installing solar panels for the mobile phone tower. Therefore he had reception and could ring. Back in the old days the fire watcher camped up there in an old cabin for three months, supplies coming up weekly. He loved our visits, broke the monotony, and the grog we brought. Mind you he was most diligent in his tower during the day, but loved our company at night.

At the moment the floods around Townsville are dominating the news. Record rainfall over a week or more and still going. The news vision is sad to watch when you think of the thousands of people and properties devastated. And since, hundreds of thousands of drowned cattle in NW Qld.

The annual threat of bushfires is with us in the south and with several weeks of predicted hot weather ahead all hell could break loose on any day with a strong wind to fan the numerous continuing fires that are currently burning but not running wild or uncontrolled. The bush is tinder dry.

January saw the beginning of the end for horse trainer Darren Weir. As a (very much mug) punter this was astounding. I have watched from a distance as Weir grew from a small country trainer to the biggest in Australia with record winning numbers.The caravan rolls on.

The Australian Tennis open came and went with the usual mountain of publicity. A few weeks prior all the news bulletins and sport shows were full of reporting on tennis tournaments to jog us into gear.
Then the barrage of publicity for the Open and the flagellating appraisals of the "player's favourite tournament", almost nauseating. I admit I watched some, in particular that young Greek guy who knocked out Federer and followed it up till he was blitzed by the poise and power of Nadal in the semifinal. Then, I watched the the final expecting an epic, only to see the Joker blitz Nadal in straight sets, almost without a whimper from the previously supreme Nadal. I think it was mind domination as well as tennis ability.

Not a word about tennis since in the media. Now it's all politics and AFLW. We are driven by the media. All I know for sure is that out of the blue today it rained, don't know how much till Glen tells me, my gauge broke off the post. Rickyralph came up for a visit, he is well. It was a beautiful restful day of rain after several brutal weeks of heat and hard work. Last week was huge as florist customers stocked up for Valentine's Day. Got knocked up. Tired, rested today. Family day tomorrow, Pascoe Vale at Lib's niece's place with Lib's sisters and theirs, in lieu of Christmas getogether that didn't. 

One Hundred Years

If my mother-in-law Molly was still alive she would have had her one hundredth birthday today. She died some years ago, 2011 I think. Reflecting on this I realized that I'm 66 and two thirds years old about right now. That's two thirds of one hundred. I won't make a hundred most likely but it makes me acutely aware that a hundred years really is so little time in history. I first met Molly forty years ago in 1979 so she would have been 60 years old, six younger than I am now. I went round to meet Lib's parents as we had made arrangements for a trip to the US and Canada and I felt it appropriate. Lib and I married less than two years later. As time passed I developed a strong affection for Moll and Bill. Bill died September 2000.

I'm reading Peter Fitzsimons book 'Victory at Villers Bretonneux' in which he details this important stage of WW1. My grandfather Walter Edgar Wilson, mum's father, was there as a member of the 57th Battalion. This took place a little over one hundred years ago, in 1918. At this time 100 years ago Ed, as he was known, was in England still and returned to Australia some time later in 1919.

When Fitzsimons describes the scene in the French countryside where literally millions of men lined up at close quarters intent on destroying each their opposition, of early aircraft with machine guns crossing into enemy territory to shoot all the horses they could find to prevent the enemy using them to move artillery as attacks were mounted, of poison gas shells that burnt men's lungs out if they didn't get their masks on quickly, it leaves me with horror and amazement. My mind boggles when I think of the advances in aircraft and armaments in the following 100 years. The war to end all wars certainly did not.

When I was a young boy we lived in Virginia Street Mt Waverley. It was a gravel road and there were paddocks between our house and the railway station which my father used to walk or run across to catch the train to work. The primary school had a market garden next door that still used draught horses. This sixty years ago, in my lifetime, about the time grandfather Edgar or Poppa Wilson as we called him, died of a heart attack, on the day he closed his grocer shop in Glen Iris for the last time, finally retiring. He didn't make it home and crashed his truck through someone's front fence as he had the attack ot the wheel.

His widow Annie, our 'Nanna Wilson', lived at Emerald with my parents for 23 years from 1972 before dying in a nursing home in 1996, aged 99.

Pardon me sharing my thoughts of the day, but as I approach old age there's more to reflect on, and somehow everything just seems so bizarre and amazing.

So Long 2018

What a year. A bit of a pig really, with Lib's cancer and treatment, but as I said to my niece Annie's husband Brett 20 years ago as he contemplated going into self employment, and which he reminded me of on Christmas Day, "Don't expect it to be beer and skittles all the time."

Brett has been successful in business, window tinting cars. He's a one man band in the cut throat car/ after sales business, but by doing it well and being brave, reliable and determined he has prospered. He left school early and went out and had a go, doing a number of jobs before finding a tinter boss who taught him the skills. Good luck to him.

Christmas Day was good, lunch enjoyed at the farm, and the evening meal of roast turkey at home, Lib, me, Gord and Rob. Gord put on his Vincent Price Dr Phibes movie which was most amusing.

Boxing Day was restful, I went to the farm after picking elderflowers in the creek in Emerald for the herb people, then did half an hour or so of whippering long grass and then watering young stuff. It was warm to hot, Christmas Boxing Day and the next couple mid 30'sC.

Morning of the 27th I rang Jax Tyres in Bayswater, where Gord got new tyres recently, to get a  price to compare with two I had got in Emerald and Monbulk just before Christmas, having noticed a front tyre had scrubbed out badly on the Kangoo. They had a special on, 4 tyres for the price of 3, which came out with alignment and balancing at $60 below the Emerald price and $200 below the Monbulk price. They could do me that afternoon so with no customers of my own to have to pick for I got the job done and shopped at the FTG Aldi on the way home,watering again at the farm as it was quite hot still.

Friday I enjoyed a lovely quiet morning at home then did a little bit of sowing at the farm, dill coriander and calendulas, then watered, and tied up tomatoes. I don't know what happened to my earlier efforts to grow dill and cori in the spring. They came up strongly, along with some allissym, then progressively yellowed off and disappeared. It was not for lack of water. I figured there was some virus or something in the soil, perhaps introduced by bought straw mulch I had put there previously. All my garlic died off too, just rotted. Never have I seen that before. Sure I have failure growing things from seed now and again, but always there's explanation such they dried out or weeds beat me or slugs and snails, but this was weird. They got to about an inch high then just stopped, yellowing and diminishing till gone completely. I have sowed in the same place again but as of Friday nothing had yet shot. We had light rain Saturday night, now it's getting hot again I think I can rely on Jod to water till I go back which may be tomorrow.

It has been the best break from work at this time of the year that I can remember. Our main wholesaler has said he's not coming till Wednesday and only wants a small amount, and the herb people are not coming till Wednesday too. Other customers are taking a longer break so it has been blissfully restful, allowing me to catch up on some whippering, weeding and cutting back at home, but leisurely at comfort zone pace. I've sowed some broccolli and silverbeet seed hopeful for planting out seedling late Jan early Feb. Good fun stuff.

I didn't take my methotrexate medication last week, so that I could indulge in wine and other good cheer between Christmas and today, which I have most enjoyed. Back to good habits today, no grog till Friday night, but I'm tempted to stay off the medication and see how I go with just the weekly injection.

Good news is the painful back I have been suffering for the past month has eased. On Saturday night I was hot in bed and fitfully dreaming I think lying with my right leg outside the bed. I semi woke up with the early morning cooling and lifted my leg back into the bed to get under the sheet. As I did I was aware of a big clunk in my lower back towards the left hip which was where most of the pain had been. Since then I have improved dramatically. Maybe the exercises I was doing and Gord's massaging loosened things up and the semi sleep manoevre did the trick. I'm still being careful as it's still a bit tender and I aim to keep up the exercises people have suggested.

Happy New Year to you. I bought a thunder jacket for Pip in preparation for the fireworks, and a cat box to lock her in if necessary, as she likes to hide. The thunder jacket had a bit of a workout on the weekend and it seemed to work but it was not big thunder.

Christmas Eve

Well I made it. It's Christmas Day in under an hour. I've limped to the line, a crook back this last couple of weeks, quite painful when it started, slowly recovering over a week or so, now bad again.

Today I tidied up here and there, visited three good friends, Dulcie, Amanda, and Lindy and Ian, giving them honey and chocolate or wine. Dulcie has sold her unit in Gembrook and probably will be leaving, she's looking for rental accom somewhere this side of Melbourne and she will need it by mid Feb when she has to vacate. I will miss her but will keep in touch and no doubt I'll visit her. Amanda is having Christmas with her parents in Melbourne, also her sisters and one of her daughters. Her other daughter is overseas, Prague now. Lindy and Ian are going to Melbourne, to lunch with Lindy's mum Faye, who is now in her nineties and also a long standing friend, at a restaurant. These friends have been helpful and encouraging to me in different ways, during a difficult year. Them and many others who I have not visited today or lately but I'm fortunate with my friends, that I have many, and that they are such good people.

Tomorrow is for family. Again I'm fortunate. Good family. We'll lunch at the farm with Elvie, Meredith, Roger, Jod, Annie and Brett and their three kids. Ella and Evie are growing so fast, doing so well in secondary school, and Toby making good progress at primary school. Rosie, Mat and young Grace will not be there, they are with Mat's family this year.

Then it's home here for Christmas dinner, just the four of us. Nice. Robbie's friend Hao isn't coming, he's Chinese origin and doesn't do Christmas, and I think he feels he'd be intruding. No so, he's most welcome, but I understand how he feels.

Lib's sisters and their kids are doing their Christmas thing independently of us, in Portarlington Bairnsdale and lakes Entrance. I remember fondly the days when we Chritsmassed with the Meeks Bells and Currans but as time goes on kids grow up and have new family connections and so it is.

I did a bit of whipper snipping at the farm and at home today and feel happy that I did, crook back and all. Funny thing is the whippering didn't worry the back, it's bending low that's worst, like putting boots on.

Twelve minutes to Christmas Day. Must be off, dose up on ibuprofen and hit the sack.

Felize Navidad!

Pre Christmas Update

In today's mail there was a card from my good friend Nicky Bridges. It contained some Bridges family news as it does every year and Nicky finished off saying that I hadn't put up a post for several weeks so she hopes all is OK. She added she still enjoys reading the blog.

Sorry Nick that I have let the blogging slip lately. The last couple of months has been a bit blurry. I have been very busy at work. October Nov and Dec is our peak season. Spring blossom and beech foliage mainly, but many other smaller requests also pop up for things like variegated pitto, ivy, geranium, rosemary and lately spruce and holly, and with the grass and weed growth and odd jobs round the traps I am too tired at night to do blogging justice. Many has the day been in this period when I have intended to post but after a bath and dinner and a bit of TV I'm too tired to do justice.

Tonight, spurred by Nicky, I have dosed up with coffee and I'm having a go. Yes a tumultuous six weeks or so it has been since my egg idiosyncracy was revealed. There was news I could have told at that time but omitted to. There was a memorial morning tea held in honour of my friend Jane Tilley on a Saturday morning in October at John's Hill lookout on the west side of Emerald. It was a beautiful setting with views to the north to Warburton Ranges, east to Gembrook, and south to Western Prt Bay. It was lovely to meet some of Jane's relatives and friends and hear of their great admiration for this wonderful lady. So glad I attended, given that Big John only told me about it in a phone message the previous evening. It was fully catered and well organized, and apparently John used to take Jane up there now and again on their way back from doctor's visits etc. She loved it for its peace and scenic splendour.

We nearly lobbed on Nicky and John's door step last weekend. We went to Wangaratta Saturday to visit our friend's Owen and Diane M and had a nice stay. Sunday morning the plan was to visit John and Nick on the way home at Claremont then go through the old haunt Greta to pick up the main road home. Alas, after visiting the cemetery to see the memorials to Lib's parents and some other friend's who are buried there, and then going to Glenrowan to see Oand D's son Patrick's house, the time had got away and we went on home. Little Pip who was being babysat in Gembrook had done an escape trick in the thunderstorm and although I knew she was now safe I wanted to get home asap. Sorry Nick, we'll catch you next time.

The weekend before I hurt my back on a gardening job, digging out and removing big old agapanthus. On the Sunday night spasms developed, making in hard to get up out of a chair or car seat. Consequently the next week was difficult doing my picking but with the help of anti inflammatories and careful management and prayers to God I got through. It still grabs here and there and putting on socks and boots is hard but thank goodness it didn't deteriorate and there has been slow improvement, I'm almost moving normally.

During November we had a new oven, gas cook top and range hood installed, all working well. We have been blessed with good rain. About 150mm November, another 25 mm early December, and early this morning it teemed, I have not yet learned how much we had, my friend Glen will let me know. It has been so fortunate that I have not had to run around watering the things I have planted autumn winter and spring.

Gotta go now, tiredness winning out. Lib is well but easily fatigued and spirit down a bit, all natural considering the onslaught she has endured. They did warn that these side effects may take months to pass. She has been cleared not to see her radiologist for twelve months.

Merry Christmas to my friends. May you have peace, joy, love and good health.

Lib's hair is growing back. I had to send a photo to Police, trying to organize police check (every three years) online. Driving me nuts, been sending ID stuff every night, not there yet. Have to photograph documents and upload to submission. Bit hard for this old fellow. They rejected earlier one because she blinked.

Idiosyncracy

Lib said this morning when I asked what would you like for breakfast, "Bacon and eggs". This was like music to my ears. I just love bacon and eggs for breakfast.

Most mornings I have two eggs for breakfast, fried slowly and served with something else, often leftovers from the previous night, or maybe a lamb chop or two, or a sausage, or corn and tomatoes, and always onions, love onions, and they are so good for the ticker.

Digressing, for those readers who know me well and read this blog to keep up with the family progress, Lib has finished her radiotherapy. She's fit and well and confident, as she heads into the next phase, tablet hormone treatment.

But the thing is, I use egg rings, I like them nice and tidy. But, it is art. I strive to have perfect eggs. You must well grease the rings, they need to to be well heated, low heat, before cracking and dropping the eggs into the rings. This in itself is a skillfull thing. Drop the white in slowly so it congeals around the base of the ring, therefore not leaking out as happens if it is dropped too quickly. Then, drop the yolk. I try to get the yolk exactly in the middle, so ideally there is a perfect circle with the yolk, a perfect circle in itself, in the middle. I add cayenne pepper to the yolk, an artistic flair and healthy additive. The egg rings have to be removed at just the rught time, before the whole is too cooked, and the artform becomes damaged. Also if left too long the egg white sticks to the ring and is difficult to remove.

This ritual I follow nearly daily when I have my eggs for breakfast. Truth is, maybe once in a hundred I get it right on. Usually the yolk is slightly off centre, the ring leaks a little, and sticks too much. It really can be so frustratingly defiant of all my precise attention.

Never mind, the eggs are alwas enjoyed greatly.

Something in the Air

There is definitely, something in the air. I can feel it, I can see what it does, but what is it? I know not. I think it is something astrological.

Back to that in a minute. The song 'Something in the Air' by Thunderclapp Newman was a No 1 hit in 1969. To hear it now, or even think of it, stirs emotions in me that come from deep in my psych from my 17yo adolescent trauma. It was a song about change, revolution and inspiration. I think of trips to Lorne  and district with RR, sleeping in the car, drinking beer by a fire in cold weather, hiking, climbing waterfalls, and enjoying the new found freedoms we had reached. Yes it was a revolution for us.

I think of driving on a Saturday out to Preston early in 1972. It was early in the football season. My team Ormond Church of Christ was playing Preston Methodists in the Sth East Suburban Churches Football League. Preston had been allowed into the comp that year, I know not why, Preston is a northern suburb. They and a couple of other clubs had been kicked out of the league they were in the previous year because of brawling. This day we and Preston were undefeated and we tripped out to their homeground not quite knowing how we'd go. I gave a lift to a bloke named Mick Hughes, a new player for us, a rangy half back flanker with long legs and hair, a good footballer, he'd played a couple of seasons at Mordialloc in the VFA. Mick was a uni student and 'Something in the Air' was played on the radio. After it he talked all the way about the coming revolution. I wonder what became of Mick, he was a hell of a nice bloke. That particular day we were in great form and and we blitzed them. Their coach afterwards came in to the visitors rooms and said what a wake up call they'd had, they thought they should have entered our comp in a higher grade and thought D grade would be a pushover for them. We played them again later that year on our home ground, and in the second semi and Grand Final. Unfortunately they beat us in all.

Today I picked ten bunches of snowball viburnum flowers and ten bunches of white dogwood blossom at our house and some lilac. The size, fullness and beauty of the blossom was amazing, even to me who is used to such pleasures. I picked also some bay foliage (it's starting to shoot it's new growth so after about 9 months picking bay I'll be stopping now till January when it's finished the growth spurt and has firmed up) and some green beech (which shot a couple of weeks ago and is still too soft yet but I picked some in hope it stands up as the bloody rosellas always eat that particular tree for some reason before it's firm enough for me).

As I unloaded at the farm, looking around at all the lovely blossom and foliage I said to Meredith just how good everything is this year. She said yes, it's weird, but blossom is full and lovely, and leaves are lush and large, when really we haven't had enough rain for this to be so. September was dry, and last March set records for heat and dry. And the months in between weren't great, drier than usual in aggregate.

She said, "You may think this is crazy, but I think it has something to do with that huge moon we had earlier in the year. It's something that won't happen again for so many years."

My response was, "Could it be? I tell you what, I've never seen Mars and Venus so bright in all my life, and I watched them and two other planets (Pluto and Jupiter?) all in line across the sky many times, shining strong and bright. Driving home in winter Mars seemed huge in the east, and alighting at home I looked to the west an Venus shone lke a beaut, the other two making a line. The night sky has been exhilerating."

I have never known the sweet pittosporum to flower so profusely and the scent to be so strong. It has been intoxicating for weeks when I go out the back door. And the hills to the east are dotted with white blossom on the silvertop trees and when I checked the bees Monday they had shaken off last season's malaise and were gathering honey.

So I don't know what but there's something in the air. There's so much we don't know and I have a feeling that life on earth is intricately connected with everything else and the cosmos, far moreso than we will ever understand. Plants, fish, birds, elepants, buffaloes, beavers, cats, dogs, primates, insects, fungi, reptiles..everything..rivers, mountains, oceans...all connected to the earth and sun and moon and stars. Every leaf is a little solar energy receptor absorbing carbon and pumping out oxygen. It's hard to get your head around. And if you were to dig straight down a couple of kilometres you'd get very hot and soon thereafter hit molten rock. Bizarre!

There's something in the air now, on our level. I feel it. A revolution in how we live, produce energy. "Call out the instigators, because there's something in the air, and you know that it's right, because the revolution's here."

   

Here We Go Again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The rest of it can go to buggery.

The Roller Coaster Update

Last week was a horror, starting with Lib going to hospital in the ambulance in the early hours of Tuesday morning. It seems that what happened is Lib was given an injection the day after the chemo treatment the previous Wednesday to lessen the risk of infection due to low white blood cell count, which is what occurred after the previous chemo. This injection causes white blood cells to enter the bloodstream from the bone marrow as I understand it. In Lib's case, this caused the extreme pain. When she went into hospital her neutrophills were down but not as low as last time. The next day they had shot up to way above normal levels. She came home last Friday and is much improved but still sore and generally not well, but functioning and managing. Hopefully she will improve from here, but with this chemo business it can be slow for some.

On a happier note, the Demons rolled the Hawks Friday night. Then, I had a good day Saturday when I drove brother Jod to Brunswick so he could attend a 100th birthday party. Some weeks earlier I'd said I might be able to drive him, he was looking for a driver as he didn't have the confidence to drive there himself. I had thought it might key in with Lib to visit her niece and baby who are out that way. Lib was not up to going anywhere, just wanting to rest, but she was happy enough to be left at home so I could take Jod. After all it's not every day you are invited to a 100th birthday party and I thought it'd be a shame if he missed it.

We were half an hour late as we were held up by three separate car accidents before we got half way to Melbourne, but it didn't matter. The lady turning 100 was Florence Howlett, the wife of Jack, one of Jod's old drivers when he was a fireman in the Victorian Railways. Jack died about 7 years ago but Jod has kept in touch with Flo. She was an absolute delight and it was a great pleasure to meet her and her family. Her children are around Jod's and my age, the youngest Chris is 65. Of course there were many nephews and nieces and grandchildren and great grandchildren and it was a fabulous event to be included in. I had gone along semi reluctantly and just doing Jod a good turn (if you can't do your brother a favour now and again what's the guts of you) but ended up really enjoying a memorable day and meeting so many good folk. The food was great, the speeches were too, and Flo is as bright as a button. Jod and all the invited guests got a lovely little book with the family history and photographs on leaving. Jod will cherish it and the memory of the day.

A Long Day

I visited Lib in hospital this afternoon about 5pm. She had just been tranferred from Casey Public hospital to St. John of God private across the road. Her severe pain had eased after earlier being sedated and sleeping. The blood tests showed her kidneys were OK, the ultrasound didn't show up any reason for the attack of brutal pain, and she is now back on the antibiotic drip till her neutrophills go up again.

So we're none the wiser really Lib is going to ask them to do a scan while she is there, because the oncologist said she was going to get a scan after the chemo, and Lib thought getting it done now will save her another trip down there. Anyway we hope the oncologist sees her tomorrow and maybe there'll be answers.

How long she's there, again, we don't know. It depends on the neutrophill level. Touch wood all the real bad stuff is behind us now.

Got to go to bed, hardly had any sleep last night.

The Longest Hour

Not half an hour ago an ambulance took Lib to hospital. She had a bad day yesterday, pain in the lower back and feeling lousy. When I got home from work she said that was the worst she'd felt through all the chemo. Her last chemo dose was last Wednesday.

Still she cooked dinner and ate and watched TV before going to bed early about 9 oclock. I went to bed a couple of hours later, creeping in so as not to wake her. I don't think she was asleep but I lay as still as I could so as not to disturb her by tossing and turning or scratching.

I had trouble getting to sleep myself, and sort of dozed or half slept after a while until Lib turned the light on about 1.30am and rummaged around as she took some medication. She said she had severe pain in the kidney region, intense and throbbing. She was trying to rub her back, and I tried also to give her some relief by massaging but nothing helped. She was grimacing and sighing and almost calling out in pain. I suggested that I take her to hospital such was the state of our alarm. She said no she didn't think she could sit in the car. I said perhaps I should call the ambulance, she said no, the pain might ease as the painkillers worked.

It didn't. It seemed to worsen. She was in agony. About 2am I rang 000 and went through the questionaire process. They said a crew was on the way and told me to ring back if there was any change. By 2.45am no ambulance. Lib's agony continued through all this time. Every few minutes I walked to the top of the drive with a torch to signal the ambulance as it came up the street, then went back to Lib. I rang 000 again, told them I had rang over 40 minutes ago and no show yet. They told me to ring again if there was any change.

About 3.10am as I was coming back from the top of the drive I eventually heard a vehicle in the distance and went back up. I got the driver to back down. It was a tight squeeze, it was a big rig.
They came in and asked Lib a lot of questions and gave her an injection for the pain which they said may or may not work. They told me they'd take her to Casey and left at about 3.45. She was still in great pain. The ambo said it may be kidney or gall stones and unrelated to the cancer and chemo, then again it maybe the chemo.

I made a cup of coffee and write as I'm too agitated to sleep. I'll try to lie down for a few hours then ring the hospital when they've had a chance to find out what the hell. I just hope that the injection worked and Lib's pain eased.

That hour and ten minutes waiting for the ambulance was the longest 70 minutes of my life.

Lib Home

I was out picking today and on my way home about lunchtime when I saw Gord driving up the hill towards town as I came down the other way. I had told him I'd be back in a couple of hours which had stretched a bit and told him to be ready to come to the farm straight away when I got back. My plan was to take my foliage to the farm and go see Lib again after ringing her to see firstly if she could come home, and if not did she need anything.

Seeing Gord had meant one of two things. Either he was just going up to the shops for something or Lib had rang and he'd gone to Berwick to bring her home. There was a note on the kitchen bench telling me the latter was so. I had some more soup for lunch and got busy vaccuuming, dusting, and squeak cleaning the kitchen and making up the bed with fresh sheets.

I had just finished telling Pip that Lib was coming home and I'd leave her there to welcome her home when the front door opened and Lib's voice was heard. Pip rushed to greet her with great excitement, I'm sure she knew Lib was sick and in hospital all those times she had to wait in the car while I visited. I'm sure dogs understand far more what we say to them than we realize.

Lib finally got to open her birthday presents and she was keen to have roast lamb for dinner, her and Gord had stopped on the way home to buy a leg. I took my foliage to the farm and came straight back. Lib put the roast on and I had a bath and came out to a roaring fire and a lovely dinner.

Let's hope for a better run from here. One more chemo session next week, and with luck we'll get through with no more chest infection.

A Brush with Beauty

Yesterday was a strange day for me. I have been a little off form for a few days and now have an irritating cough and head cold symptoms. Maybe it's the same bug Lib caught and Gord has. Last week was huge one way or another, and Friday I had extra to pick and by the weekend I was knackered. Lib is still in hospital, a week now, having antibiotic drip every six hours till the neutrophil levels returns to 1 and she can go home. They were down to 0.1 when she went in, then hovered on 0.2 for a couple of days, and yesterday they had got up to 0.5. Google just told me normal level is 2.5 - 7.5. The chemotherapy knocks most of the white blood cells out while it is doing the same to cancer cells. As the chemo wears off or is gradually out of the system the white blood cells begin to regenerate. In the meantime the patient is vulnerable to infection which is what happened to Lib.

She says it's like being in prison stuck there, not that she has any beef with the hospital or the nursing. It is clean and efficient and the food is good, but it is so boring and she has little interest in TV and even reading is not appealing to her. It's like being caged she says.

Saturday I made use of the fair weather to do some weed spraying for a couple of people, then visited Lib. Sunday I mucked about with firewood and dug out an Aloe cactus and moved it for my friend ViIma. I didn't go to the hospital Sunday, Lib said stay home and have a day off from driving. I lit the fire and watched the footy.

I didn't do much work yesterday. There were 5 punnets of broad bean flowers ordered by the herb people and I went out to Margheurita's about lunchtime to pick them. While there I mulched the bed of garlic by breaking up a bale of straw I'd left on the ground last week when I weeded the garlic. I'd hoped Marg would have done this already but the weather has not been good up until the last couple of days. There were three bunches of lemon myrtle ordered also and that was all I did for the day.

When I drove home from Margheurita's I pulled into my parking bay behind our house looked across toward our clothesline to see the washing in the bright sunshine and gentle breeze and I noticed a large number of little birds on the grass nibbling at it. I couldn't make out what they were so I carefully got out of the van leaving Pip in the back and very slowly walked towards them. I got about half way when a number of them alarmed and flew off, so I stopped dead still. The others continued feeding and I could see they were red browed finches, also called firetails. The ones that had taken flight returned and I reckon there were at least 50 of them. As they fed they came closer and closer to me. They kept coming and soon there were ten or so all around my feet. They were eating tiny little grass seeds which normally you'd not even notice. While I watched quite astounded three more were splashing in the bird bath about fifteen feet away. I couldn't stand there all day as I still had to pick the lemon myrtle and get it and the broad bean flowers to the farm, so I got moving and they all took off.

While I was hanging out the washing earlier a grey thrush sang it's joy and there were spinebills flitting and feeding in the camellias, the acrobatic grey fantails were catching insects, and a butcher bird and yellow robin watched everything. Such beautiful creatures, just a walk out the back door. It makes all the political guffawing seem so irrelevant. Melbourne's population may have reached 5 million but fortunately when I'm in my little patch it may as well not exist. (Except I can't block out the noise from all the motorbikes that travel Launching Place Road on weekends when the weather is good. An unbelievable din. Nutter.)

I went inside and put some soup on the stove. The previous evening I'd made a veggie soup thinking Lib was coming home yesterday but she'd told me by message that she's be in a couple of more days. The soup recipe came from the oncology people who sent an email so I'd bought ingredients Friday eg kale cauli zuchini leek, and with the usual carrot and onions always in the house, a tin of diced tomatoes, and broccolli and parsley from our garden I got chopping, and added some green beans and pumpkin too. The soup was great. Lucky I made a big pot, hopefully there'll be some left when Lib comes home, or I can make more I suppose.

After dropping off at the farm Gord and I went to the hospital to see Lib. She seemed a bit brighter. She's longing to come home. I took her a few cards and small presents that were here for her birthday. Our presents for her are still here at home unopened.

Grateful I Am

The weather last weekend was cold and wet and it has continued through Monday and Tuesday. I have had the open fire going in the evenings to warm the lougeroom and lift the spirits of the those nearby, which it has done well through this difficult and testing winter of 2018, a long, cold and windy one, which will be remembered for Lib's breast cancer and the accompanying disruption of normal life.

Actually I didn't light the fire last night. Lib is in hospital being treated with antibiotic drip for a chest infection which flared up on the weekend and resulted in a fever Monday night. We had been advised by the oncologist before the chemo began that risk of infection was greater because the chemo messes with the immune system. If a fever came with temperature at a certain level we were advised to go to outpatients at the hospital pronto. This we did yesterday morning. I left Lib about midday after they had taken blood samples for tests and she was having the drip administered, and went to the farm to do some picking. Lib rang me on my mobile saying she was being admitted so I went back after I knocked off with a book I bought at the newsagent. She was OK but a bit tired of the whole business. She was very hungry and as she hadn't eaten all day, and she had a craving for McDonalds and sent me off to get some which I smuggled back in. They'd brought her dinner when I got back but she had only picked at it. She has been like this on the chemo, wanting various foods almost like a craving, but then not able to eat much when it comes.

By the time I got home it was 7pm and the fire not set as we'd left early so it was not worth mucking about with a fire just for me and Gord, especially as we weren't going to be sitting in the lounge much. So that was I think the third time only since early May that we have not lit the fire. I have gone through a power of firewood and I can't believe my luck that at the start of winter I had more good dry firewood under cover than I have ever had. It was the generosity of three good friends that made this so and I'm so grateful to them.

My friend Marghuerita, where I grow broad beans, garlic, pumpkins and a few flowers and pick some foliage, was having a clean up round her house and offered me some old sawn timber that was in her way, so each time I went out there last summer and autumn I'd take a little chainsaw and stick some in the van to take home. Then she was getting rid of her old delapidated cattle yards and there was some good firewood in the rails and posts. She nagged me to take more all the time and it was a bit of a nuisance but boy was I glad I did.

My friends Pat and Mal moved from Gembrook about a year ago and bought a couple of acres at Narrewarren Nth. The garden was a bit overgrown and they set too cutting stuff out. They had no need of the firewood having gas heating so they offered the wood to me. Gord and I called in a number of times with the trailer and picked up there when we did our little shopping excursions to Fountain Gate. It has been so helpful, and there was even good kindling from old cedar boards from an old shed they demolished.

My friend Sue Jarvis in Gembrook has a wonderful garden, a veritable arboretum, where I pick foilage useful to me, and in return Gord helps her a couple of hours a week most weeks weeding or mulching. He's on my employ for this work but helps Sue, and as the winter approached and there was not much for me to pick Sue offered me the wood that had been lying here and there, and old poles she had used as edging but no longer wanted, all good dry firewood. So it was easy to get and already cut into manageable pieces or lengths. I will actually have wood left over when it eventually warms up. And Gord has kept helping Sue through the winter. Good all round.

So I have been  lucky that in our focus on Lib's operation and chemo, I've had no worry of a shortage of firewood. I am grateful to my wonderful friends.

I'm grateful for many things. My friend Maria has made cakes for me to take to Lib, Lib's friends and workmates have been wonderful with gifts, offers of help and visits, and all the words of encouragement and prayers have been hugely appreciated by us.

On the weekend in all that foul weather, both days, I went outside with a wheelbarrow full of trees and shrubs and planted them in strategic places. Most of these plants I have raised from cutting or seed, they all have special meaning to me. I have planted quite a bit at the farm too lately. It's a joyous thing for me to plant trees. I am grateful to God or the Universe, or however it has come to be, that I have been granted custodianship of a small part of Earth, while I'm fit and able to do my bit for it. I'm constantly delighted by the beauty in my garden and at the farm, weeds and work not done and all, and the wonderful birdlife that abounds. And driving around this beautiful district and visiting other gardens and admiring the trees gives me big reason to be grateful.

Nick Cave

I just saw Nick Cave on Rave on the ABC.

Not my cup of tea. The music and style if you can get my drift.

But. We have a little in common. Yes. He lived for a time in Wangaratta at a time in his youth. He was at school with Lib. They were friends. Lib says she recalls walking home with him hand in hand.

It doesn't stop there. Nick Cave later went to Caulfield Grammar. So did I. He was expelled so I believe. So was I.

Strange hey.

Good Old Ralphie

It looks like Ricky ralph is going to do me again in the footy tipping. He is, currently at the completion of round 20, twelve ahead of me. He and Gord are level pegging on 120, followed by myself on 108, with Lib sadly trailing at the rear on 79.

I do not yet concede, there are 27 games to go, with 27 opportunities to peg back 12, that would be 4 each round. Mathematically possible, but logically not likely. I would need to pick some roughies and get nearly 27 right.

But it is not all gloom. Ralphie picked the sweep and got 9 from 9 in round 20. Luckily I put $5 on his tips (as I do for all of us each week) and my collect was $311 for the 9 multibet.

Three weeks to go to see out August and the home and away season. My tip for the premiership is Geelong, Ralphie's team, who tonight sit in 9th position. Let's just say the vibes tell me Geelong has all the firepower and just needs a few things to fall their way. And I'd be happy to see it. That Patrick Dangerfield is a champion player and bloke, Ablett is as good a player as I've ever seen (his drop off at 34 is real but I expect the champion will respond in September) and Selwood is just a great player able to produce when needed. And they have a gaggle of good young fellows ready to fire. Kelly's beauty and Jack Henry looks like becoming a real star.

I expect August to be a hard slog workwise. July was very tough with strong cold wind testing my endurance. I have surprised myself with my efficiency, not flinching, at home or work, and I feel fit and strong and up for it. Lib is halfway through her chemo, two sessions to go, finishing in September to be followed by three weeks of daily radiation. We are getting there. She's a brave soul, a fantastic lady loved by so many. We are so grateful for all the best wishes and encouragement from so many people.