Day Four. Exploring the options.

A tad frustrated today. Its difficult to use the right tool for the job when most  of them are still packed. I did manage to reassemble the two outdoor tables for the pergola. I also cleaned out and levelled the right hand side of the shed, which will soon become the tool shed/work space. I cant wait to get all the shelving in and the tools put away, then the huge list of projects will progress faster. 

I saw my first striated pardelote today, and also my first green rosella in the wild. Photos will follow when I’m quick enough to capture a decent photo of them. 

Wandered to the top of the first rise (behind the driveway) this arvo, and discovered what may be an old stone/concrete water tank. Not sure of the exact dimensions. Huge diameter but only seems to be about four feet deep. It warrants further investigation once the snakes are sleeping.

Day Three. A place to call home.

What a long day. We left our lovely host’ beautiful home at around 8am. Thirty minutes later we arrive at our own (potentially) beautiful home. An hour later, the sound of a truck coming along our winding road, and finally all of our worldly possessions arrive, two weeks after we last saw them. 

During the four hours it took to unload, i saw my first Scarlet Robin. This evening just before tea, i heard an unfamiliar bird cry, then it multiplied many times over as a large flock of Yellow Tailed Black Cockatoos settled in for the night in the state forest around us. I watched them for a while, lost count after one hundred and fifty of them.

Day Two.

More progress. Ripped out the built in shelving inside the front door. Picked up a great bargain at Penguin market as well, a dining table with six chairs for $130. The study is coming alone nicely.


Also put together most of the recycled wardrobe for the master bedroom. Tomorrow all of the boxes and furniture arrive.

Nine Lives.

This is a very short story I wrote almost twenty years ago. For several years now I’ve been toying with the idea of it becoming a much longer piece. Feel free to let me know what you think of it.


PeripheReal

Lack of sleep. It means different things to different people. To me, it’s an opportunity to see the world as it really is.  This world isn’t the three dimensional, sunshine and roses place most people think it is, so let’s take a closer look.
When I lay to read in bed each night, from the corner of my eye I almost see something move. A large black spider is creeping slowly across my pillow, toward my ear, closer. I quickly turn my head before it crawls inside, but it vanishes before reaching me. It always does. Sometimes I think I might fall asleep, before it vanishes, and wake it the morning to hear it scrathin around in my head.

When I’m walking past a doorway, I can almost see someone standing there. I keep looking toward them before they speak, but they vanish too. One day, they will reach out and touch me before I turn.

Cats are like these examples, these things that you only see when you’re half asleep. They seem to just appear in front of you from nowhere. At other times, they seem so ephemeral that you expect them to fade away before your eyes.

When I was a kid, every family I knew had a cat, and while growing up, not much had changed there. If anything, cats had become even more popular. I think that’s how they always wanted it to be. Years later, in the street where I lived, there were only a few cats to begin with. Just a few, here and there. Then something happened. They found a new food source, and they changed, and kept changing. At first, just minor changes, the owners putting it down to a few ‘personality problems’ with their spoilt pets, nothing to worry about. Gradually, the changes became more noticeable. Once friendly, devoted pets began biting, others grew smarter, more active, others were to simply wander off, never to return. Of themselves, each of these presented only mild concerns; again, nothing to worry about.

I don’t own a cat. I never have, I can’t stand the things. All that to say, I didn’t notice that much was changing, until the behaviour of the local cats made the nightly news. Veterinarians were swamped with calls about ‘collapsing’ cats, each owner describing the same condition. “It’s as if all of his bones have turned to rubber.”

One thing that I had noticed, but hadn’t made the connection until now, was that the neighbourhood dogs were rapily vanishing. I don’t mean that they were quiet, or that a few had gone missing. Many people simply put it down to a lack of attention, due to all the hype about the cats. Others just said that for whatever reason, their dogs were just lost and would find their way home.

That’s a lot of lost dogs. There always seems to be poster here or thee, or a photocopied plea in the letterbox about yet another lost dog. By now, it wasn’t just a case of the occasional stray, but dozens of dogs, sometimes dozens from the same street. I found it hard to believe that so many could simply be lost, epecially when the ‘new’ cats began gaining weight.

Then, I began to see cats, and I mean see them for what they really were, what they had started to become. They appeared in places that they physically could not be, like very narrow spaces. I saw a large tomcat chasing a mouse. Yes I know that isn’t so strange. The mouse ran into the nearest small place it found, an empty cigarette packet. The cat followed it. 

All the way into the packet.

A moment later, the cat walked out of the packet, seeming to grow and stretch to normal size, the mouse securely lamped in it’s jaws.

When I could move, I ran. I didn’t stop until I was safe at home, in my bed.

I began to notice just how many cats there were now, not just where I lived, but everywhere. They seemed to be eating much better these days, and were getting bigger. If a cat could chase a mouse into a cigarette packet, there wouldn’t be any space too small for them, nowhere to hide if they suddenly got really hungry.

Have you ever had a good look at the shower drain? It’s different to the other drains in the house. The holes are just that bit bigger, more room for things to climb through.

Like cats.

Grand new adventures. Beginning the journey.

I left Victoria today. A grand new adventure is beginning in Tasmania. 

Eyes open at 4.30am, struggling to stay awake, knowing that soon the air raid siren of the alarm will sound, heralding the end of an era. Crawling out of bed now, fumbling for clothes or some semblance of warmth. 

Checking the trailer, making sure the birds are secure, and we’re off into the cold darkness. Minimal traffic as we begin, but soon enough we catch up with the city dwellers, traversing the westgate bridge without looking down.

Arriving in Port Melbourne, already there is a seemingly endless procession of mobile grey nomads boarding this red behemoth. At every turn, or stop, or checkpoint, someone is there, guiding and smiling, outstanding service. 

We reluctantly park our pets and venture off in search of breakfast. Coffee and a croissant,  this will do nicely. 

Engines are warming up, not long now. I’m a little nervous, but the excitement of this grand adventure is overwriting any perceived fears. One last look at Melbourne. One final glance at Victoria.

Nerves finally kick in and i sleep the morning away, the first grumblings of hunger rowsing me hours later. Pizza and panini for lunch, live music playing in the lounge. This is nicer than many pubs I’ve been in.

4pm. Just two more hours and we’ll be arriving. It feels like the blink of an eye,  then it’s 5pm, then 6, and here we are, arriving home.