Post 7: La Nina comes to visit

We still can’t visit, which is getting really tedious but can’t be helped. But in the meantime, we’ve received photos, and the exciting thing to share in this post is that there’s water. Not only in the dam, which is nearly full (is there a leak?) but also in the creek.

Credit for photos: Mum.

How exciting is that!

There’s been a pause in the building works. Pretty much all the exterior work that can be done has been done, and there doesn’t seem to be anyone willing or able to take on the levelling of the concrete floor. I’m inclined to leave it as it is and just seal it rustically, but that may not be safe. It’s rather, um, lumpy.

We really can’t go any further until we can get inside and see it. There are wall and ceiling materials to choose, light fittings to decide on, powerpoints to locate, etc etc etc and more etcs. Hopefully the border between NSW and regional Victoria will re-open soon. Once it does, we’ll be packing up the car, booking the pusscat into his holiday accommodation, and you won’t see us for dust.

Speaking of dust, instead of putting in more photos of books or yarn, or starting with the non-existent chooks, I’m going to post a link to a project long-planned and finally completed for sharing at mum’s recent birthday party on Zoom. It features a poem I wrote several years ago (my one and only venture into bush poetry, which has rhymes and rhythm and verses and structure) accompanied by some photos that LOML took on our various travels around Australia.

I’d like to tweak it with some more photos that I have in my mind but not, apparently, on the computer. For example, verse 1 needs an aerial photo of city streetlights looped like a glittering spiderweb…I’ve seen this from a plane window when we’ve been coming in to land at night, but my photo skills and equipment are not up to scratch.

To quote Anne Lamott in Bird by Bird, “perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor”. So it is what it is: “Logging On”. I hope you enjoy it.