Not that I mind too much. A bit of water never hurt anyone much but when a mere stroll through the car park at work leaves one a waterlogged mess you are certainly overcome by the feeling that you can get too much of a good thing occasionally.
As I write the sun has broken through and blue sky can be seen in liberal tones but I doubt that we have seen the last of the precipitation for the day. Off to the west the clouds are thick and grey but quite high. Hmmm. We can only wait and see.
It is the first decent rain since I returned from Europe and the lawns and gardens of Canberra were starting to feel the effects of the unusual heat of late spring. I have cut and chopped and pruned, along with my father and Linda, much foliage in the backyard and there is still quite a bit to go. The rain will only increase the workload out there. Never again will I buy a house with a living replica of the Burmese jungle out the back!
I have looked back on my last blog post and noted it was created on November 4. I don’t like leaving my blog unattended for more than seven days. The worst thing an author can do is fail to keep their blog up to date but I didn’t realise it had been so long. I apologize.
The days have slipped by faster than I had realised and work has been somewhat stressful with our regular supervisor absent and I have been merely traipsing the long rutted road of life by putting one foot in front of the other, keeping my head down and moving forward as well as I can. Or, to put it another way, free falling through the dead zone. It’s time to get on top of my torpor, do away with the laissez fare attitude to life and start living more meaningfully again. Making plans. Living life properly
I find myself thinking back to the pleasant days of my recent vacation and the stark comparison with the reality of my current employment situation brings the bleakness of my working life into sharper relief. Of course none of us can live a life of leisure forever, touring where we like when we like. Even those to whom the Gods have have given great gifts have to work hard to enjoy the fruits of their labour. But I have had enough of mail sorting and the pillocks who impose themselves upon us in the guise of leaders. The frayed edges of my patience are starting to weaken my frame of mind and is tipping me towards irascibility.
For the moment there is not much I can do. Just keep going as well as I can. Walk that fine wire over the den of fools and try not to fall.
Of course it hasn’t been all doom and gloom. My short story has been published in the ABC Grandstand anthology and I received a copy in the mail last week. All I ever wanted in my life was to see my name in print so that is one small achievement for one of the little people like me.
The book is called, “Unsung Sporting Heroes” and it is on sale from December 1 at the considerable cost of $29. The ABC shop and all good bookstores should have it.
And so as I sign off another shower has passed across our suburb and has created one of those bizarre moments when the sun is shining and the sky is patchy blue yet the heavens are open, once more washing and cleansing the sordid land below.
I look down the track at what the day holds and see my foes in the distance, watching and waiting. I will be among them again soon.
Have a nice day.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 