Our resident Red Necked Wallaby turned up with a friend a while ago. I couldn’t get a shot of the friend as he was very timid. He was also bigger than our resident thus solving the question of gender. Our wallaby being smaller has turned out to be a female. The big male turned up for a couple of days then disappeared. This is typical behaviour for the species. Red Necked Wallabies are solitary by nature so it wasn’t hard to guess why he popped in for a sleepover. Sure enough, our dear little boinga has had a baby boinga. The joey grew quite quickly and once out of the pouch, like his Dad, only stayed for a couple of days.
These wallabies have enjoyed settlement. Since humans no longer hunt them, they have benefitted from land clearing that turns forest into pasture as well as construction of small dams etc which provides water. Of course the other side of the coin is that forest dwelling species such as paddymelons are dwindling.
Here’s a pic:
Almost everywhere you go in Bali, you will see a little Temple or offering box. Each day, some incence is lit and small offerings like flowers are put in the box. I picked one up for about a fiver. I decided that I would like a Garuda in mine which I found for about $30. Most days I remember to light up a bit of incence, but I can’t quite get into a daily ritual. Still, it is nice to burn a stick sometimes in rememberence of things. Like a couple of days ago when Jack Bruce died, I lit up some incence and played the old Cream songs at volume. Here’s a pic:
We vacated the cubby house last night and spent our first night in La Studio. Right now our buyers should be doing their last inspection before settlement in 4 hours time. We went round the house this morning for a final clean and to say goodbye. So now I’m sad to be leaving. We are selling a house that is jointly owned by me and the Responsible Adult, but it feels like I’m also selling the boys home. Our new house will be just ours and they will feel no ownership of it. But that’s how it goes, I guess, when the family home just gets to be too much for the parents. It has to go.
On the positive side, it was fun camping down at La Studio. I have music set up, coffee set up and a TV that will play files from a hard drive. Having set up the important stuff, I will look at getting the cooking set up next but probably not before the Vietnam trip. It is a bit snug, but tells us we will like living on this paddock. Also, I got the slope of the house mulched with sugar cane. Filthy stuff but it will hold the bank against the rain until we can get it planted.
We have also paid our deposit to the builder and will sign our contract later today. Let’s hope for some dry weather so that when we get back from Vietnam the house will be progressed.
OK, it HAS been months since my last post and that is courtesy of this bloody book. This is part of my read all Booker winners self imposed chore. I say chore now, because of this bloody book, but of course it has mainly been a pure pleasure.
Since finally finishing this tome, I have found out that the author struggled to get it published. Publishers didn’t want a bar of it and eventually it got done by a small NZ publishing firm. I don’t get why it won the booker, but it did. This is a tough read in more ways than one. The author seems to (at times) want to paint pictures with words. That these sentences don’t necessarily match the plot doesn’t seem to matter. The book also pops in plenty of Maori language without translation. So it is not very accessible. But wait, there’s more. Part of the plot deals with child abuse. This made me put it down frequently and leave it down for sometimes days on end. Worse, there seems to be some sort of justification for the abuse. It is a hard read.
The last quarter of the book seems to go way off topic and on to some sort of Maori spiritualism. Introduced at this time is a bit of heroin smuggling. It is all messy.
If you are a totally dedicated reader of Booker winners then you may read it. If not TOTALLY dedicated, then give it a miss. You can only read a certain number of books before you die and this may not be one that you want to read.
Is it OK to have a favourite tree? I’m not sure but I certainly do. It’s a fig that I rescued – sort of. The fig was growing in a big old coral tree that is slowly dying near the cubby house. The fig would survive that but would never be allowed to grow so close to the house. So one day I climbed a ladder and just ripped it out- it was about 30cm tall. About the same time, I had a large privet chainsawed to death and dumped in a big heap down the paddock. The fig was just dropped on top. Over the last 4 years, the privet has rotted and the fig has grown to about 3 meters. It’s very satisfying to see the fig survive and thrive. But the best bit is that the fig will eventually grow to about 50 meters. You and I won’t be around but plenty of humans and animals should be really happy to see it. Anyway, I love all my trees but this one is special.
Woke up feeling blah. Had breakfast and fell asleep again. Woke up again still feeling blah. Decided to make date roll. Followed my recipe precisely. Stuffed it all in the tin, then into a moderate oven for 30 minutes. Date Roll exploded. Double check of recipe revealed quantity was for two Date Rolls. Oh silly me. Moral of the story: if you are feeling blah then forget cooking – go to a nice little cafe.
Here’s the mix – all good at this stage
Into the tin – no sign of the impending disaster.
Got a couple of nice slices – still tastes good
So I got a Kindle Fire. Turns out to be pretty stupid if you live outside the US. Amazon won’t let you have anything – not even free apps. You can go to the bother of setting up a fake IP address and getting a US credit card to access the store, but that seemed a bit much. Google Play won’t recognise Kindle either so no apps from them. But there are other places, so I have been having great fun loading up apps, putting on the odd book and movie. Now I just need a long plane trip to an exotic beach so I can sit back and be entertained.