Oh so busy!!! Here are the headlines from my life over the past few weeks – and some photos.
Reformed Writers’ Group meets at Lucy’s Noodles!
(I love the ambiguity of this “Reformed” label!) Had a fab time – met some great people and felt totally energised! Had to come home afterwards and sit outside in the dark with Basil, stargazing over a glass of red. Outcome – I have a writing buddy – we’re going to take ourselves out somewhere regularly and just sit and write, then talk about what we’ve done – now THAT is a way to get productive!
Night-Moves with the Fruit Bat Colony.
Local cat, Basil and Crazy Cat-Lady Betty watch waves of fruit bats just on nightfall every day. There must be thousands upon thousands of them – an awesome spectacle.
‘There are so many of them,’ says Basil. ‘It must be chaos at Bat Central every night as they all fire up their wings and jostle for take-off rights’
According to local, Peter Kurz, fruit bats can poop in-flight. It is therefore advisable, while watching the waves of fruit bats overhead, to keep your mouth closed, no matter how awed and overwhelmed you are.
Betty Cleans Up - Job Prospects Sparkling!
In what must be this century’s greatest irony, Betty cleans for 3 different ‘bosses’ now, and is hopeful of adding a fourth to the list.
‘I’ve always hated housework’, said Betty, 53, ‘but there’s something so very satisfying about a clean toilet.’
Betty can often be heard singing as she cleans – looking for an echo in those motel bathrooms, perhaps, or just singing for the sheer joy of it all?
Basil Growth Spurt Fails to Diminish his Cuteness. (Photo article)
|Yes, I would like to go for a walk, but I'm in charge. I have the lead. Follow me.|
|This way please...|
|Ssshhhhh! He doesn't know I'm here.|
|I can see the top of your head from up here!|
|Watching the sun creeping across the farmland behind, and hoping for a horsey visitor.|
|Lounge-lizard Basil - it's been a big day. I can barely keep my eyes open.... oops, too late!|
Amazingly, a short but intense burst of Prednisolone took away the crippling aches and pains that had stopped local woman, Betty, in her tracks. Once again able to wield a broom/chisel/shovel, Betty gets out of bed with ease and performs tasks with the painlessness that she used to take for granted over a decade ago.
A recent project was the revamping of the vegie cage. The chook-wire has been peeled back and the roof dismantled. The vegies have been liberated, a new raised vegie bed and herb bed have been constructed over a floor of weed-matting, and the cubic metre of garden soil has been shifted by Betty’s own fair hand. Silverbeet, broccoli, cabbage and potato will be on the menu this winter – so far.
The first log-sculpture has also been completed now that Betty can hold tools again. More will follow. Watch this space.
The next project is in bits on the shed floor. It’s a bunch of big sticks that were just on the side of the road, and when finished, will be a beautiful cat-tree for Basil to climb in his Cat Palace. There may also be enough sticks left over to create a bird-feeder stand (and if not, there are still plenty of sticks by the side of the road!
The Return of Biker Betty and the Rogue Nose-Hair
Betty actually took the Harley out of the shed, where the poor thing had been languishing, as Harleys are wont to do. On a fabulously sunny day, the intrepid pair beetled along the twisty road from Mallacoota to the highway, then fanged it up to Merimbula, with a stop at Eden on the way home. Big smiles all round, except for the times that the rogue nose-hair wiffled about inside Betty's helmet, driving her mental on the road (note to self: exterminate, annihilate, defoliate!) Basil's alarm when leather-clad, big-booted Betty stomped through the back door, helmet in hand may have been attributable to the shock of her ghastly helmet-hair, which has been as neglected as Piglet of late..
|Proof that Piglet came out of the shed! Enjoying the view at Eden, NSW|