Fences and hot weather.
We now have all we need for our new picket fence.
I'm in the middle of painting the redgum posts with a coat of white, then they'll have two coats of the proper colour (cream).
Once the redgum posts are set into the ground (we got the cement this arvo) we then need to cut the rails, of which I'll be painting cream as well.
The pickets came today, there are 100 of them to shape the tops of and paint before attaching to the fence.
This job may take a while to do, but I have a feeling it is going to be very good once it is done, providing we get all our lines straight etc.
Hot wether is back again, with a vengeance.
Ow!
How shocked would you be both as a dentist to see that in the xray, and as the patient who's got it embedded in their skull?!
Valentine's Day
Well, it's the 14th of February; Valentine's Day.
I received a dozen roses from my fiance today. They're beautiful. He is fantastic, I love him very much.
Morbidity.
Sorry for the very morbid previous post. Been an upsetting week. My boss's mum passed away, so we've all been rather down at work.
I think too much about the past. Although that's not quite true anymore, as I think more about the future rather than the past now, which is a good thing!
Funerals.
What can I say other than that I hate them.
Every time I attend a funeral, I relive the week between my Mum dying and her funeral.
Forgive me, but I need to get this off my chest.
I don't remember much of that week.
What I can remember is sitting in a TAFE class, on Monday 2 June 1997, hearing an ambulance siren nearby and nan and I just looking at each other and not saying a word. Usually we made some comment like "some poor beggar is on the way to hospital" or the like. But this time we didn't say a word. We just didn't feel good about it.
After the class we got home and I can remember nan saying it was the night to put the rubbish out front for collection, so we started to do that, nan went to the bathroom, the phone rang, I answered it, and it was Dad, he said to me "She's gone. Mum's gone luv." I can remember screaming, but I don't remember much else of that night.
The rest of that week, I can remember bits and pieces of things. My family from Albury came over, my uncle who'd moved from New Zealand flew over. I can remember nan, dad and I sitting there together, there was light streaming in the windows of nan's lounge room, organising the service, what mum would wear, etc. I think that was Tuesday.
I can't remember Wednesday at all, I don't think.
Thursday we went and saw mum for the last time. She looked so beautiful. Calm, peaceful .... serene. I clearly remember asking him "What has she on her feet" he told me nothing. I said that's the way it should be, she is sleeping. I leant over and kissed her on the forehead; I hadn't realised she would feel so cold. I didn't want to leave her, but they told me I had to go.
The next day was the funeral. I'm told the church was packed, there was no standing room and people were standing outside listening.
During the service, I can remember Auntie L (mum's sister) saying to me, "Don't you cry while I am up there talking, or I'll fall apart too" I didn't utter a peep the whole time she read the eulogy. I still don't know how I did it.
I can remember bits and pieces of the drive out to the cemetery, following the hearse. I have no recollection of what was said out there, I can't even remember the casket being lowered. Everything after that is a blank.
I can remember thinking, "my poor dad's had to bury his first child and now his wife who died in his arms, I know how I'm feeling but how must he be feeling"
The next day, Saturday, we went back to the cemetery, the grave had been filled in and I just sat on one of my cousin's (raised full covering headstones) graves across the narrow footpath and stared at mum's grave.
I never want to go through that again, but I know one day I must.
Quote of the Day
"You are always a valuable, worthwhile human being, not because anybody says so, not because you're successful, not because you make a lot of money, but because you decide to believe it and for no other reason."
Unnecessary noise!
There's nothing worse than noisy neighbours (not the nice chap nextdoor on the corner).
We'd just got to sleep, and then the music started, Brian Adam's "So Far So Good" album!
On a Monday night surely you would understand that there are kids arond who have to get up for school in the morning, and also people who might start work at 7am etc.
Why then play music at 10:30 at night at the highest possible volume?
Talk at the loudest the human (was mostly male) voice can go and "sing" I use that term lightly, as these yobbos were inventing notes as they went along..
What is the point of it all?
People tell me that drinking, "socially" as they call it, is fun. How is it fun when, in this situation, you are disturbing the peace, annoying others who keep to themselves and are good quiet neighbours, and wake up the next morning with a pounding head, sore throat, grumpy and non focusing eyes?
What is the point.
*sings* "Don't fence me in...."
Gee, I've been a bit of a slacker lately, haven't I?!
Not sure if I've told you what we're up to next, but here it is again.
We're going to put a fence across the middle of the block (to separate the front yard from the back). We've ordered the wood for the posts and rails ... about a month ago! and we're still waiting for them to arrive.
Our nextdoor neighbour on the corner came over and asked how we'd feel about renewing the boundary fence between us, as it has started to fall apart (he accidently backed into it with his ute!)
We had a meeting on Sunday night and yesterday I called a number of fencing people to get prices etc. One of them looks very very promising.
So tomorrow night we're having another meeting with him to go through who we've called and what prices we have been told. The good thing about this neighbour is he is a really nice chap and he is open to suggestions, and doesn't seem to mind the colours that we like.
After this fence is done, we will have to do something about the back fence as it is really really bad.
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World of Warcraft
... it really does take over your life!
Question of the month: How do you like your coffee (or tea)?
Myth: Housework. Once it's done, you can sit down and have a rest.
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About
me...
At the beginning of 2001
I moved to a little country town in the middle
of Victoria (Australia) about 65kms from the
town I was born and grew up in. It's a fairly
peaceful historic town nestled at the foot of
the Strathbogie Ranges. I live here with my
husband in a house we bought in 2002.
When we have the time and money we paint parts of the house,
do some more gardening, and workout what renovations we can do to the house next...
and also try to keep up with each day as it passes.
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