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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Tropical Fruit

Gord bought a bottle of tropical fruit at Aldi recently. Lib packed it in our pantry box and we've enjoyed it with yoghurt for breakfast this past couple of mornings. We all commented on what a pleasant change it was from the usual peaches, pears, apples. It contained pineapple, red and yellow papaya, guava and passionfruit juice according to the label and it sparked my memory of our visit to Dave Dickson at Charters Towers last year.

Dave's a keen gardener, if of the bush variety, and has surrounded his house with fruit trees and gets about the cattle station sowing pumpkin and melon seeds in strategic places after rain. We were in the garden talking about the Brahman cattle that, along with wild pigs, eat most of his pumpkins and melons, when Dave made an interesting comment.

"These cattle are not much good really. I reckon the country around here'd be better for growing pumpkins and melons and fruit trees than rearin' cattle."

The comment came back to me recently during the live cattle export controversy. Maybe Dave has a point. On the one hand we have millions of cattle roaming about big stations in our north, doing a great deal of environmental damage if you accept what conservationists say, with no value according to landowners if they can't be exported live for the meat trade, which in turn devalues the land; on the other hand we have thousands of refugees who have no place to live trying desperately to get to Australia risking death and detention.

Could it be possible that there's land somewhere up there in the north that could be used to settle these refugees and give them a home and an opportunity to grow food and perhaps enhance our country and it's land use?

Just a thought that came to me after enjoying breakfast. Politicians are always on about growing Australia. The growth may be better in the far north where there's a fairly reliable wet season than further reducing good farm land in the south with residential development and building desal plants to cater.

The Rain Tumbled Down in July

We took the back way, turning off the Princes Freeway at the second Moe turn off, past the power station at Yallourn North, then, after stopping at Tyers to make sure the dogs hadn't had an accident because of a dreadful odour in the car, and refuelling, we skirted through Glengarry and Nambrok and picked up the highway east of Sale. It's probably further in distance but a far more pleasant drive through rich farming country with hardly another car to contend with, and no cops or cameras.

It was a good feeling, being on holiday and cruising into Bairnsdale knowing there was only half an hour to go to get to Lakes Entrance, where we've gone every year for the last thirty to stay in Lib's family's holiday house. It's a comfortable old friend. Leaving Bairnsdale the light rain that had just started became heavier and the visibilty ahead deteriorated.

"Look at that ahead," I said to Lib, "We're heading right into some really heavy stuff."

Reaching the house the rain was still heavy. The roof was leaking in the hall so a pot was put there to catch the drip. It rained on and off through the night.

I walked this morning to Lake Bunga, coming back along the beach, then cutting across the golf course. A chestnut brown hawk with a damaged wing ran up and down the fence next to the sewage farm trying to avoid swooping magpies. An omen perhaps? A penguin flapped its wings helplessly on the beach as I (and the dogs) approached trying to get to the water. It couldn't stand up or walk. I watched a wave wash over it, thinking it would swim away, but it didn't, it struggled to get back out of the water. Not knowing how to help either hawk or penguin I walked on having decided my interference would probably not be helpful in the scheme of things. Many times I have wished I was skilled or trained in helping injured wildlife.

Both beach and golf course were deserted. Mother Ocean growled and heaved her protest at dirty brown water assaulting from the land. The golf course was spotted with pools and puddles. The rain started again. I had an umbrella and good boots, the dogs were saturated but unconcerned.

After breakfast I sat looking at the rain through the window, which Robbie describes as an 'East Coast Low'. He studies the weather charts on his lap top, which I've borrowed to do this post. He says it extends from here to Sydney and brings weather from the east, usually with extended periods of rain.

The rain doesn't worry me, so long as there are some breaks in it so I can walk. I'm on holiday. For months I've run around finding this and that and responding to what the phone dictates. Now I have some magical days of freedom to admire and enjoy the world around me and every waking and sleeping minute.

The Working Bee

The trials and tribulations of the Emerald Museum and Nobelius Heritage Park have been painful to me for about the past three years. There have been conflicts of opinions, personalities and philosophy, not involving me directly for the most part, but I've been aboard the ship in the storm and have suffered sea sickness. I have avoided posting about it as this being a public forum I have been fearful that I may offend some of the participants causing the ship to founder finally.

This time last year at our June meeting our President resigned, this following two resignations, including that of a lady committee member whom he was trying to cajole into the role of coordinator of the Museum Advisory Group that he wanted to form along the lines of the Park Advisory Group (PAG), which was and still is, coordinated by yours truly.

The previous year, ie two years ago, 2009, at our Biannual General Meeting, we could not get anyone to accept nomination for secretary or treasurer. I had accepted nomination as president, reluctantly, but it looked like our existence as a section 86 Committee of Management of Cardinia Shire Council would cease, until some weeks later one of our local councillors found someone with an impeccable record as an administrator willing to come in as President of a new committee with the number of members reduced from 12 to 9 to make management and control easier.

The new committee didn't really get up and running till November 2009. I was appointed park curator, a role I had filled since 2000, and made a concerted effort to get behind the new president and committee and make improvements in the park. The new president tried to get the rest of the committee to leave behind the animosities that existed in the museum in the twelve months leading up to the 2009 election, which had seen much friction culminating in the resignation of our long standing president, immediately followed by that of the secretary and soon after the resignation of the VP who had stepped into to the Chair. And our treasurer who was 92 by then gave it away too at the end of the financial year.

A schemozzle? Our President thought so last year after trying unsuccessfully to pull the museum side of things together, so he pulled the pin. At the meeting where he announced his resignation there were only four members present which meant that after he resigned there were only three so we no longer had a quorum and the meeting closed. A Council officer, who was in attendance obviously due to the circumstances, then took the floor asking the three remaining members to agree to a 'recess' of the committee for the immediate future while the council sought independent assessment of the museum collection, practices, and direction. We agreed, it seemed there was no alternative. Frankly I was relieved.

A week or two later one of the committee who had been away at the time of the 'recess meeting', circulated the question, "Why do we have to go into 'recess', there is no provision for 'recess' in the deed of delegation." Considerable public agitation followed and a meeting was called to discuss the matter. On the day of the meeting, the then secretary, who was present when the Pres resigned at the 'recess meeting', and who had asked if he could chair the meeting that day if someone else would take minutes, sent me an email saying he would not be attending, we wouldn't have a quorum therefore, so we could not make a decision.

I attended the meeting as scheduled in any case to find about forty people present and somehow found myself chairing the meeting, probably because it was felt I had been with the committee some 20 years and knew more about all the circumstances than anyone else. Incredibly, another of our members, who had been overseas and had just returned, was present which did give us a quorum, and after a long meeting a motion was passed that we rescind our previous agreement to go into 'recess' which was made without a quorum, and that we advise council that we wish to continue as a COM and rebuild with their patience and assistance.

I have been acting chairman at meetings since and we've doggedly hung on, finding new members to replace those who resigned, which included the secretary after the meeting to rescind the 'recess'. We have also formed a 'Friend's Group'. We have devised one year work programs and a five year project timeline. There is obviously a lot more detail and intrigue that occurred along the way, some of which annoyed me enough to act as a spur for my continued participation. We still have major hurdles and problems. I have been nominated as President for our election of a new committee at our BGM next month. The assessment by the independent consultant, required by council before they will commit to support with our annual maintenance grant, begins in early July. We have to pay for it ourselves from funds we have accumulated from fund raising in the past. It is to cost $15,000.

Last January I was weeding the rosemary and lavender plantation in the park when a man with a camera came up and introduced himself. Patrick explained he was the official photographer for the salvia society who have a plantation in our park, and that he loves the park and has been visiting it for years. He said he'd send me some photos by email, which he did, and that he'd help organizing a newsletter and Friend's Group, which he did, by himself really.

We had a working bee, our second, last Saturday with the Friend's Group. The attendance was poor due to the mid winter timing and the hostile weather of the day. Three new people turned up as a result of our publicity, and they were cheerful and enthusiastic, a real tonic. We planted trees, did some weeding and mulching, cleared a drain and tidied up.

Coming home Saturday afternoon I felt so happy. There's nothing like new blood. My confidence for the future has raised a notch or two despite my reticence to be president for the two years of the next committee. There are people on our committee and in our 'Friends' who give tirelessly of their time and energy, and who restore my faith in this community.

I'll ask Patrick to send me a few photos of our recent work and include them on this post later

20 Years Nicotine Free

May came and went without me being aware that it marked the 20th anniversary of my giving up the fags. I thought of it the other day when I saw a boy about 16yo having a smoke walking to the school bus stop in the main street. A big lump of a lad he was, with wavy hair, dishevelled uniform and the most disinterested look about him that you could imagine.

Apart from his size he reminded me of me at that age, dragging myself about with no motivation and little if any understanding of why it was I was forced to do the things I had to endure, and snatching a smoke at every opportunity. I felt sorry for him.

I started smoking one day after a friend offered me one at age 15 and was hooked right then till age 39 in 1991. It was my boys aged 5 and 3 imitating me smoking with their drinking straws that finally motivated me to be a non smoker, which suddenly seemed a better option as a father figure role model. Fortunately neither of my boys as they grew older showed any interest in smoking. I didn't nag at them not to smoke, knowing that didn't work in my case; my parents were crusading non smokers who warned and threatened at every opportunity.

I would have liked to have gone up to the young bloke and briefly told him the agony I had breaking the habit and advise him to stop now before the habit got a strong hold on him, but it would have been more likely counter productive. He must be aware of all the negatives of smoking already yet he chooses to smoke anyway. An old bloke like me giving him an unasked for lecture would probably only make him want to light up another straight away.

It's a funny thing, nicotine addiction. Some people suffer it worse than others. For the most part Lib was one of those who could take it or leave it, and has spent most of her adult life as a non smoker with bouts of social smoking. I could never do that, I was a full on addict and I'm so happy I beat it back when I did. The key was telling myself continually that I now chose not to smoke and that every day I didn't smoke was a good day because I didn't smoke, and my being was clean of nicotine, no matter what else might go wrong.

It's still a great feeling when I remind myself. I suppose it's about respect for self, which I think opens you up to a whole lot more good thoughts and vibes. But I don't deny my adolescence was troubled and I thought back then the fag habit helped me through a lot of emotional stress. Maybe that young bloke really needs a fag to help him face up to catching the bus and enduring hours cooped up in a class room being overloaded with stuff he has no interest in. It's not for me to judge.

Last week Gord and I went to the funeral of a young local bloke who went through school with Gord. He was a big, strong strikingly handsome young man of 25, a fitness fanatic with a partner and many friends, and seemingly a wonderful life ahead. He took his own life. Some years ago another of Gord's childhood tribe was killed in a car accident. Another of his friends died of cancer a few years ago.

You won't find me getting around giving smokers a hard time.

Comfort in the Kitchen

Last week I had the urge to cook. Monday morning, (after midnight Sunday night actually) I kicked off by preparing the ingredients for a meat sauce for pasta. Monday morning before my appointment with the rheumatologist I browned the mince and tossed everything into the crockpot before leaving.

Lib asked me to buy chicken schnitzels for dinner so I visited Dandenong plaza where there's a large fuit and veg shop with produce much cheaper than in Emerald, as well as a butcher, fish shop, and anything else you want. In the butcher shop next to the schnitzels were ox tails on special, so ox tail stew was the go Tuesday morning.

Grant, a keen vegie gardener who lives where I pick camellia on Tuesdays, offered me some leeks, so Wednesday morning it was potatoe and leek soup. Thursday morning I eyed off a pumpkin we grew at home last summer, thinking to myself that this year's pumpkins were watery and not premium as a plate vegie, so Thursday morning it was pumpkin soup.

This cooking of course involves quite a bit of cutting up and preparation, and has an amazing calming affect on me. It's wonderful therapy, a bridge over troubled water. I think it's in the affirmative action it gives me, and the focus on something simple but helpful and enjoyed by the whole family.

Slow cookers are great as you can leave them on low all day. I bought another won at ALDI recently for $29. Can you believe that? Yesterday I did a pea and ham soup to go with the wintry weather. The fridge and freezer is stocked with delicious soup and stew.

No Temporal Arteritis

My appointment with the surgeon in Dandenong today confirmed that I do not have temporal arteritis. He advised me to continue with the cortisone and have a blood test later this week as requested by the rheumatologist, and to see her next Monday as scheduled, as there's a possibility I have polymyalgic rheumatosis. I'm sure I don't, I'm pain free and have felt well for some days since the strange events of last week. I will follow through, another blood test and trip to Dandenong to have the specialist finalize this bizarre episode will not inconvenience me greatly.

I'm grateful to be healthy, and hope I remain so.

The Intricate Tangle

I'm still reading 'War and Peace'. Last week I read that on 2 Sep 1812, as Napoleon's army entered the semi deserted Moscow and spread out starwise and reached the area where Pierre Bezuhof was staying, events found Pierre in a dream like state.

He had left his home two days earlier, "solely to escape the intricate tangle of life's daily demands which held him fast, and which in his present condition he was incapable of unravelling."

That simple description struck me as so pertinent to my own feelings of the past several months and particularly recent days.

After my late night call from the doctor advising me to go to the nearest hospital straight away I have been back the doctor the next day, a rheumatologist the following Monday, a surgeon the next day, and Monash Medical centre last Thursday for bilateral artery biopsy, and I now await tomorrow's appointment with the surgeon to remove the stitches and follow up with rheumatologist next Monday to learn the result of the biopsy.

I feel fit and well but extremely frustrated that I have lost my productivity with all this interruption to my routine and the running around and the considerable expenses (excess and gaps) above my private health insurance cover.

Were it not possible to read my book a little more than usual and run the lovely 'September Song' of Leah Flanagan (whom I discovered recently on U-Tube)through my brain at the most unexpected and perhaps innapropriate of times, I think, like Pierre, I may have bordered insanity. Whereas he resolved to locate and assassinate Napoleon, I think I would have strangled a receptionist or two at the very least.

We do indeed exist in an intricate tangle and are as vulnerable as bad luck would have it.

A Quiet Week Please? Not Likely

With the Mother's Day thing over for another year I was looking for a quiet peaceful week but it was not to be. I'm short of time so I'll use a copy of an email I just wrote to a friend to explain.

Thanks Pat,

I've had no severe pain since the episode after my doctor visit on Wednesday and after sleeping most of that afternoon I've felt quite well. Doctor took more blood tests Thursday am, after saying a possibility was 'temporal arterioitis', which can cause sudden blindness if untreated, and I worked Thursday arvo no problems.
That night about 11pm I was preparing to go to bed when the phone rang and another doctor from the clinic in Berwick told me the pathology people had rung to say my tests were done and I should go to casualty at nearest hospital straight away. So I did and was at Ferntree Gully hospital till about 4.30 am where they did more tests and took exrays etc. They said my blood tests had improved, my exrays and other test showed no problem and as it was unlikely I had the TA they sent me home.
Next day, yesterday, I worked in the morning then went to doctor again that afternoon. He agreed with hospital that it was unlikely I had the TA, as I seemed well and pain free but he suggested I keep taking the cortisone tabs and antibiotics the hospital had put me on over the weekend, have more tests on Monday and see him again on Tuesday.
He rang again last night to say he'd sought advice from a specialist who is in the auto immune area and she said TA can behave in the manner that I had exhibited and she could see me on Monday, so I'm going to see her in Dandenong Monday morning. It's all very tiresome now as I feel fine, but I'm happy to follow through on it because the pain I had was unpleasant for a couple of days and terrible for the brief burst, and going blind is not something I would relish.
I'll let you know next week. Thanks for your concern.

Carey

Fair Dinkum, I'm Flabbergasted (2)

On Friday 29 April I came home after a busy day. Our overseas visitors were still with us and before I hit the bathtub I checked my email. I'd had an appointment that afternoon with the local State MP at 3.30pm re drainage issues in Nobelius Park, and learned at 2.00pm when I went home to pick up some paperwork that something had come up and the meeting had been cancelled. I had been rushing to get things done in order to make the meeting, and I also learned from the answering machine that a late foliage order had come in, one our customers was obviously preparing early for Mother's Day. I switched from meeting mode to picking mode and struggled through, arriving home feeling like a truck had run over me after a testing week.

There were several emails as is the norm these days, including one from the politician's secretary asking me ring to have the meeting rescheduled. The email on top, sent only a short time earlier, was from a name I didn't recognize but was vaguely familiar. It was from Barry and Lesley, and the subject was 'Google is Amazing'.

You could have knocked me over with a feather. In the email Lesley explained she had found a box containing letters from me during a clean up at her house and out of curiosity she put 'Carey Williams' into google and found herself reading my blog. This was the first she had heard of me for 33 years and her email to me was ditto for me.

How come Lesley had letters from me in a box in her house? Late in January 1974, aged 21, I caught a train with Ricky Ralph at Spencer St. We travelled to Brisbane where we separated, he flying to Mt. Isa or somewhere enroute his return to a cattle station where he'd worked as a jackeroo, I enroute to Qld Ag College at Gatton where I had enrolled. I called in to visit an aunt who lived in Brisbane where I stayed for a weekend. For most of the time I was there it rained heavily, the Brisbane River flooded so I was stuck in Brisbane for sometime, before getting to the Ag. College and starting the academic year, a year that was pivotal and for me a lot of reasons, not the least of which was that I made great friends in Dave Suters and Dave Dickson who have both have played roles in my life, and that I was to learn about beekeeping, a wonderful opportunity.

I also met Lesley. I don't understand these things fully but if I said I "fell in love" I don't think I'd be wrong. Maybe "had a crush" would be a better term, or "infatuated". I realize it's part of being human. We didn't have a romantic relationship, Lesley had a boyfriend (Barry), and I accepted she was not available, although my affection didn't diminish. The beekeeping students (3 only) sat in on other classes for things like entomology, botany and business studies and I was in Lesley's entomology class and recall being her prac partner once which had me in quite a state of concealed excitement and agitation.

I returned to Victoria at the end of 1974 and wrote to Lesley in 1975 knowing that she was again at the college doing the third year of a Diploma in rural technology, if my memory serves me correctly. We became pen pals and corresponded for a few years until about 1978 when I stopped writing after she and Barry married. She sent me a piece of wedding cake. I think I'd secretly hoped their romance would not last, and perhaps I was a little piqued. Around that time there was much happening in my life.

Letter writing was common back then. The was no email or mobile phones or texting so people actually sat down and wrote to each other and waited for a reply which may come in some days or weeks depending on the circumstances of the recipient. I was always a keen letter writer, until recent times, now it seems blogging satisfies the urge.

I last saw Lesley on Fraser Island. Dave Suters and I drove to Qld., I think in Feb 1978. We were stopped on the beach for some reason and a Landcruiser coming along stopped to see if we were OK. Amazingly the occupants were Barry and Lesley.

Last October when Lib and I were on Magnetic Island, while walking along the beach, I wondered at that remote coincidence and about Lesley and what her life had been, regretting that I'd stopped writing and wouldn't see or hear of her again. I felt genuine sorrow about it. And now, totally unexpectedly, I have contact again.

I replied to Lesley's email briefly saying how amazed and delighted I was to hear from her and asking for some news of the last 33 years when she had time. A second email came with some news and a great family photo. Looking at it puts a big smile on my dial, so does just thinking about it. I have miraculously found my pen pal again, 37 years after we met, in another record flood year.

Take care Lesley and Barry. Thank you Blogger.  

Fair Dinkum, I'm Flabbergasted

Somehow I managed to go through a whole month without putting finger to keyboard (to blog) for the first time I think since I started blogging. To my friends who may have checked me for news I apologize.

April was an eventful month but is somewhat blurred already in my ageing faculties. Early in the month I spent a weekend extracting honey, spare time was spent on the end of a spade or fork trying to get some garden beds ready for autumn sowing, finally some work in Nobelius Park started to happen which took what was left of my remaining energy in order to co-ordinate it, and along the way I hardly had time to have a conversation with Lib except for Easter when we went to Wangaratta to see Molly from Friday to Sunday (which included some serious cutting back in Moll's garden). When we arrived back Sunday Ian Sinclair and his son were at our house having arrived on the Saturday after travelling from W.A. They stayed for a week, leaving last Saturday when I took them to the airport to fly back to Canada.

Ian wanted me to go to the football with him, he hadn't been for about 20 years so we went on the Tuesday after Easter Monday to Hawthorn/ Geelong at MCG. Pretty ordinary game I thought but without my team in it I may have been too uninvolved emotionally. Geelong was far too good for them and impressed me as a seriously good team still.

So Easter was a wipe out as far as an opportunity to catch up on work. C'est La Vie! But I haven't yet mentioned what flabbergasted me and I'm out of time so if the above is mundane believe me the next post won't be as I'll cut straight to the chase.

Back of Boort

I bumped into Herbie Lamble in the supermarket the other day. Herb and his wife Vickie run a tour business and travel all over the place. He told me Vickie is in New Zealand with a tour at the moment and he was in Western Victoria with the bus last week. He said he couldn't believe what he saw. There's ancient lake beds there that haven't had water in them since the 1800's. He said you looked out over vast areas of water that for more than a hundred years till recently was farmland. Hay shed rooves, grain bins etc, stick up out of the water. Apparently it may take these lakes up to ten years to dry up again now that there full.

I had a phone call from Ian Sinlair whose was at the Warrumbungles in NSW. Everything's going fine including Lib's car, except he's had some bad news, a real dampener on his trip. His wife Elke who is in Canada with their ten yo son Jethro wants to split with him. What a bugger to learn of while he and his older son are away for 3 months in Australia. He was still planning to get to WA and be back mid April to go to the footy with me before he flies home. I'm hoping by then he and Elke have reconciled but it would be difficult to achieve you'd think while on different sides of the world.

Dicko rang me from 'Percy Springs' near Charter's Towers. They've had a heap of rain and couldn't get into town as has often been the case this season, but their house which they have lovingly restored did not flood. Dave said cyclone Yasey was fearful in noise but they had no damage to the house, the worst of it being further south. Dave said he thought all the birds would be blown away to WA. There was none to be seen after the cyclone passed except for a few dead ducks smashed up along the fence, but within 24 hours the birds were all back as if nothing had happened. How they survive such a massive storm has Dave tossed, and I sure don't know. It's a miracle of nature.

I've been so busy with farm and park and museum stuff that I feel my life is reaching ruination or crisis point.
Not much time for writing reading or clear thinking. I'm almost over the immediate hump and should make a better fist of things shortly. Ricky Ralph tipped 8 in the first round of the footy ( we pay both teams when there's a draw) and has jumped me by three. What a tinny bastard he is to score on those two come from behind last kick victories.

A Quick Update

There hasn't been much free time to post on my blog and I'm not going into a lengthy excuse. But I have to tell you this. I had breakfast with Lib in 'The Two Buoys' cafe at Dromana last Sunday morning. The food was sensational.

We'd been to a wedding the day before, that of Nicholas and Brook Harkins held at the Montalta Winery at Red Hill. Nick and Brook met as teenagers at Emerald Secondary College some eleven years and began a romance that endures. A bit like Lib and me (we are still on our honeymoon), although we met long after our school years. The setting, the food, the wine, and the happiness of the participants and guests made for a memorable occasion.

I was hung over in the morning after our overnight stay at the less than grand Safety Beach Motor Lodge which has seen better days but did the job. I blame my hangover on the superb Montalta shiraz which was so good, and in plentiful supply, that I sipped, drank, and then quoffed. Good wine is there to be enjoyed.

The menu at 'The Two Buoys' didn't inspire me, all I wanted to do really was get home and take the honey off the beehive at 'Sunset' that I missed last time and extract it by sundown. So I went for something I'd not heard of before, I think it was 'Heurvos Rancheros', for which there was no more info. I was surprised and pleased, it was spinach, fried eggs, jalapenos, salsa, on a fritter of tortilla or something. The spice and lots of cold water blew away the hangover. Lib had a mushroom omelet with truffle flavouring which she said was superb.

To John and Raylene who are our very good friends, parents of the groom, who now reside at Mt. Martha, I say, "GET YOURSELVES DOWN TO 'THE TWO BUOYS' ONE SUNDAY MORNING."

Breakfast was followed by a stroll along the Dromana jetty watching people catch garfish. We were home in the early afternoon and the weather held enabling me to get the honey off and extracted.

Gembrook Park Drainage

I attended a public meeting today which was called to discuss the storm water damage caused by the housing developments to the north of the park. Erosion in the gully has increased as the flow of the water has with more houses built and the drained area enlarged, by the piping of storm water, to the one outfall at the head of the gully. There are many more houses yet to be built so it will increase.

This erosion has been of great concern to the Gembrook Park Friends group for several years. Installation of a water retarding basin where this outfall occurs was a requirement on the developers by the Cardinia Council  planning permit system. It hasn't worked from day one. The pipe going out at the bottom is too large and the water is funneled straight down the gully whenever rain makes the pipes flow.

Council has argued that the retarding basin is there for the 'big rain' event. We had in early Feb what the consulting engineer suggested today was a one in a hundred year storm, maintaining the basin would have done its job. A member of the Friends Group who visited on the Saturday morning immediately after the rain said there was no water in it and no sign that it had filled up at all eg flattened vegetation.

The engineer outlined possible action options-
1. Deepen the basin and reduce the size of the outfall pipe. Cost $90,000
2. Install a rock chute, designed strategically to slow the water and allow regeneration, a couple of metres wide, down into the park to where the gully floor or creek bed is less steep and more stable. Cost $190,000.
3. Divert water from basin to Pakenham Rd by means of a pipe all the way to the Cockatoo Creek. Cost $490,000
4. Build a series of litter pits at points along the drainage system before the water from the various pipes reaches the retarding basin (which doesn't retard). Cost $250,000.

This is all from memory so there may be some inaccuracy in my figures but the meeting was minuted by a council person and I will receive a copy soon.

The environment guy and the engineer from council preferred option no.2. Most of the people present who were mainly Gembrook Park people but also some others, voted for option 3, saying option 4 should also happen later. Now it's a question of funding.

This appalling situation is a stuff up of the greatest magnitude. The Gembrook Bushland Park is in my opinion the best thing about the town. Its degradation by housing development is a tragedy, and I can only hope somehow the authorities that charge rates ie Council and YVWater, along with the State Government, can find the funds to put it right.

I remember writing to Premier Jeff Kennett, before a road or house had been constructed, suggesting that the land north of the park should not be developed for housing but should be planted out with trees as a buffer to the Gembrook Park. A reply came from the head of a department saying the land had already been rezoned residential and the Gov't had finished its buy back program of private land in the state.

Who knows where this will end? After seeing the ineffectiveness of the Water Sensitive Urban Drainage scheme through Nobelius Park in Emerald, after a cost of $500,000, I'm not confident of a resolution.