Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Willy willy gives me the willies

The weather gods must hate me. This is the second time this has happened in a couple of months. Our question now is do we replace the part again, for about $30 and hope it doesn't happen again too soon, or spend about 10 times that amount to get a new steel clothesline?

The obvious thing to do would be to move the clothesline, except that we don't have anywhere else to put it that won't have exactly the same problem, or that wouldn't be right in front of the house. Effen weather gods. We want rain! (I could regret that statement).

Monday, October 23, 2006

There is nothing like coming home

So we've been out all day planting some of the 400 trees hubby went mad and bought at the Murrumbateman Field Days. Dusty and tired we come inside to relax and discover, upon trying to find space to put the baby on the floor, that the toddler has been busy playing and spreading stuff far and wide all over the lounge room. It really wasn't what I needed after a day of holding in curses about silly people buying 400 frikkin trees without thinking about needing to plant and then hand water 400 trees in the middle of one of the worst droughts on record. We've only got about 200 to go. I hope.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Adventure under the house

I was under the house finding a screw that had dropped through the verandah, and which was essential to getting the window holder thingy back on the window, after I took it off to paint the window. We have just put a timber wall around the bottom of the house with a gate in it, to make the house look nice and keep the council happy, so I was hemmed in so to speak. So I was on my hands and knees, moving slowly and painfully across numerous bits of rock, hard dirt, rusty nails etc. trying not to think about having to make my way back again. I finally found the screw and on my way back saw a roll of shade cloth, which I thought would be good to use on the Chook Palace. (chooks arrive tomorrow). There was a dead spider on it, but I thought I'll just shake it off, then we'll be right. Just to be on the safe side I checked the distance to the gate in the fence and tried to crab walk, but decided I liked the skin on my back more. So I picked up the roll of shade cloth and banged it on a handy piece of metal support bar, and the bloody dead spider was stuck and it didn't move. So I banged it again. Still didn't move. I was determined not to take a dead spider outside with me, for the life of me I can't remember why, so I hit it one last time really hard. Then the *&%$##%$ dead spider suddenly sprouted eight legs and ran down the shade cloth. At this point I bravely decided to leave the shade cloth under the house for the husband to retrieve. Hopefully this will be my first and last adventure under the house.