Gosh look at that, 5pm already. How time flies when you have shitloads to do.
Almost time for my wallaby friend to pop by. And yes, in case you're wondering, I have cracked open a bottle of wine...
This country life is frigging exhausting, let me tell you. My arms ache, though I'm not sure if that's from gardening or hauling heavy stuff, which I seem to do a lot of these days. I have prickles in my sweater (I'll explain below, keep reading...) And those halycon days of living out of a suitcase, having no responsibilities or time commitments (other than maybe 15 minutes to feed the cat) seem so far away...
In a place this big, and with so much to do, I have to be more disciplined with my time management.
I'm still unpacking, and I probably will be for the next week or so, which at the moment takes up at least an hour a day. Slowly slowly, just a few boxes a day. Today I unpacked all my books. Which means I have a home at last :)
I also need to spend at least an hour in my garden a day if I'm going to keep it under control. Which it so isn't at the moment. Today I decided to tackle a rampant rose bush which was choking my lemon tree. I like my lemon tree, it has nice juicy lemons, so I don't want it strangled with thorns. The rose bush, however, has gone insane, its evil tendrils choking everything around it, including my sweater as I hacked into it. I spent at least an hour snipping away at the rose today, barely making an indentation on its relentless march. But I will prevail...
OK, then I seem to spend a good hour of the day dealing with my fire. It requires constant feeding, a bit like my screaming cat. Mornings are the worst, when the fire fairy hasn't come and I have to haul myself out of bed in subzero temperatures to get it started from scratch. Brrrr, what a way to start the day!
Then there are the regular trips into Bunnings. Ah, my new favourite shop. Don't believe everything you read about Bunnings, however - Lithgow Bunnings is NOT, I repeat, NOT full of hot men and tradies. Just toothless people. And shop assistants who don't have a clue... Another hour gone, wasted. And my laundry tap still leaks...
The most pleasant part of my day is the time I spend with my horse. If I'm not riding him, that's an hour or so ... more if I'm riding, like today. Bliss. And I'm predicting more and more time will be spent doing this as I get used to him and the weather warms up...
OK, so how much time does that leave for work? Oh yes, I have to pay the mortgage, need to keep writing, don't I?! Goddamn.
Just counted, at least six hours of my day are taken up with my new life. Which leaves ... not much time for work. Sorry eds, I have better things to do...
This country life is frigging exhausting, let me tell you. My arms ache, though I'm not sure if that's from gardening or hauling heavy stuff, which I seem to do a lot of these days. I have prickles in my sweater (I'll explain below, keep reading...) And those halycon days of living out of a suitcase, having no responsibilities or time commitments (other than maybe 15 minutes to feed the cat) seem so far away...
In a place this big, and with so much to do, I have to be more disciplined with my time management.
I'm still unpacking, and I probably will be for the next week or so, which at the moment takes up at least an hour a day. Slowly slowly, just a few boxes a day. Today I unpacked all my books. Which means I have a home at last :)
I also need to spend at least an hour in my garden a day if I'm going to keep it under control. Which it so isn't at the moment. Today I decided to tackle a rampant rose bush which was choking my lemon tree. I like my lemon tree, it has nice juicy lemons, so I don't want it strangled with thorns. The rose bush, however, has gone insane, its evil tendrils choking everything around it, including my sweater as I hacked into it. I spent at least an hour snipping away at the rose today, barely making an indentation on its relentless march. But I will prevail...
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| That's a pile of rose thorns in the foreground, lemon tree at rear. |
Then there are the regular trips into Bunnings. Ah, my new favourite shop. Don't believe everything you read about Bunnings, however - Lithgow Bunnings is NOT, I repeat, NOT full of hot men and tradies. Just toothless people. And shop assistants who don't have a clue... Another hour gone, wasted. And my laundry tap still leaks...
The most pleasant part of my day is the time I spend with my horse. If I'm not riding him, that's an hour or so ... more if I'm riding, like today. Bliss. And I'm predicting more and more time will be spent doing this as I get used to him and the weather warms up...
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| Cass doing what he does best. Dinner. |
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| Oh hello, baby! |
OK, so how much time does that leave for work? Oh yes, I have to pay the mortgage, need to keep writing, don't I?! Goddamn.
Just counted, at least six hours of my day are taken up with my new life. Which leaves ... not much time for work. Sorry eds, I have better things to do...
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