Well, it’s been a few weeks between drinks.
Events conspired against us, and we’ve just come through a very busy three week period. Two 2-day work trips to Sydney, a 2-day work trip to Brisbane, a girls weekend away, a 5th Birthday for my little man, a 5th Birthday party with 15 kids (never doing that again.. what was I thinking?), a visit from my in-laws (to coincide with the birthday celebrations), a husband also traveling for work, my Mum flying back into Sydney after nearly 5 months overseas with her sister, a good friend’s 30th birthday celebrations (Sydney again) and all this on top of the normal weekly routine.
What am I complaining about? Well, you see, part of our move to the country was about choosing a quieter life, a slower pace and less stress. These last few weeks have reminded us of that choice, and they’ve confirmed for me, that I definitely want the quieter life.
We returned home on Sunday afternoon, Mum having been collected from Sydney airport. It wasn’t quite the Welcome Back we had planned. Just before reaching home, on the highway that heads up the east coast of Australia, we drove into a mini-cyclone, or at least that’s what it felt like. As we approached the storm, I fancied myself as one of those storm-chasers in America. While the rain hadn’t yet hit, the amount of debris circling above us was amazing. The sky was that menacing grey-green colour. As we drove up our road, we realised just how forceful the storm had been. Large trees lay across the road and many fences were down. Neighbours rallied to chainsaw through the trunks and clear the road.
As we approached our place, I was surprised (and The Kid was gutted) to see that our trampoline had travelled some 200 metres, smashing into the shed, taking out a post from the vegie patch fence, dislodging the pipework that takes water from the shed roof into a tank and breaking an electric fence on its way. The trampoline is wrapped around our cattle yards, a sorry sight indeed.
Thankfully, aside from outdoor furniture strewn across the garden and verandah, and a worm farm knocked over, there was no other damage. The only inconvenience was the loss of power which lasted nearly 24 hours.
At Bec C’s place, where they have a power line down in one of their paddocks, they are still, 2 days later, without power and water. Bec and her family came over last night for dinner and the kids had a bath. They headed home to bed down by candlelight. Their dirty dishes are piling up.
Yesterday morning, The Kid and I helped Mum and Dad clear all the fallen eucalyptus branches at their place. Dad and I fixed the roof of the dog run which had blown off in the storm and we did what jobs we could when you don’t have any electricity or water. I’ve still got a couple of fences to mend, as does Dad so we’ll do those together tomorrow. Of course, Hubs in away this week – he always is when adventure strikes.
I came home from Sydney, relieved to be at the end of a busy patch, relishing the quiet week ahead. So far it’s not quite living up to expectations! But it’s so good to be home and to be back to normal(-ish).
At least one of us has still managed to find time to kick back in the midst of the craziness.
Taking a breath yesterday afternoon, I considered what else needs to be done this week. Saturday is the Nabiac Show!! The Kid still has one more Lego spaceship to make for his display. I need to put the finishing touches on Jack the Dog’s costume for the Pet Show and The Kid wants to enter Chocolate Brownies. These need to be made by him, and him only, so we’ll see how we go with that one. Unfortunately because of the dry summer I have very little to enter in the Show this year. I suspect the Produce Shed could be looking a little sad. My rhubarb, which last year won a first, is looking pitiful, but some of my herbs have made a come-back since the rain started so perhaps I’ll submit some of them. Oh, and I also need to remove that trampoline from the cattle yards as we’ll be needing the yards next Monday (more on that in another blog post). I think I’ll be calling in some help to get that done.
So, taking a leaf out of How to Relax by Jones the Dog, before I get stuck into my list of ‘chores’, I am now going to sit, for 5 minutes, in this spot and read a few pages of The Book Thief, in readiness for Book Club next Wednesday. And as I’m doing it, I’m going to be thankful for running water and electricity.
Bec C, the washing machine’s here if you need it.