8.12.2023
I was lucky. The bone I broke had mended by the end of the sixth week and I have been able to use two hands again. The trouble is that my arm is very week and stiff and there is an awful lot of jobs that have I have not kept up with. I am working my way through the back log. I have weeded, refreshed and replanted the vegie garden so that we have tomatoes and pumpkins growing. We are eating the cabbages and zucchinis and even the runner beans have begun to climb.
Today I got the last of the grass back under control with the ride on mower. It has been so wet that the grass is thick and green under the dried off bent grass that the sheep won’t eat. The mower was struggling to get through. Perhaps we just need more sheep. We have moved them off the roof and into the next area. (Edd and Sev fixed the fence to keep them out of the hay paddock after we got the fence posts rammed in).
Our artificial Xmas tree is still fit for another year. It survived the fires that burnt our house because it was in the cellar, and is probably over 20 years old by now. I hate the thought of killing a living tree and watching its dead body slowly determinate. This old fake tree has earned a place even if it does not have the right smell. Perhaps I should buy some pine essence to compensate.
The gifts for the grand children are now all purchased and wrapped and Bo is hosting the family party at her house so most of that work is all done. There are some jobs that are too hard for me that I would love done. The old swimming pool needs taking down and so does the small donga whose roof has collapsed.
CB, our big donga tenant, brought down a bottle of champagne this week so we could all celebrate her buying her own unit in Yarra Glen. She plans to move house next September. Plans for 2024 are forming already.
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