First, I need to get something off my chest. I have NO idea who to vote for in this weekends election. No idea. I used to be a staunch Labour voter who would rather cut off her own ear than vote anything other than Labour but this weekend will see me bewildered and confused. As we were walking the dogs the other day in Deviot we noticed this sign on the side of one of the local vineyard sheds and suddenly my problems were over…I decided to share it with you in case any of you are ”swinging voters” like I used to be…
Today’s post is all about possibilities. Possibilities are everywhere. Most of us tend not to see them though. They are disguised in every situation, deep in the recesses of our mind and in our upbringing. They give life flavour, colour and texture and prevent us from living “wee beige lives”. I get the feeling that they crop up a lot more than we notice because I have started noticing them this week where I am sure they were almost absent last week
We have finally finished our hard slog of a hideous unit! We didn’t have any champagne to celebrate but you get the picture. Aside from being boring, the first part of it bordered on consumerism which had me at odds with myself. You never want to be at odds with yourself because your brain just shuts down and I found myself trying to coax my bolshie tired brain into action more and more as the unit went on. I found a bit of respite in the second half. Still boring but at least in an area that I am interested in. I was able to pick up some very interesting points about writing for an online audience and fear I have been doing you all a mighty disservice with how I blog.
I just learned that you apparently like short sharp sentences (I also learned how to spell “sentence” FINALLY! ), you like bolding in important areas, you like captioned images and you like well organised, to the point posts. I decided to look at one of my own posts and came away with my tail between my legs. Aside from dragging you all over the countryside in my posts I tend to do it while I am murdering the English vernacular…bad narf7!
This week has seen Christi become Mrs Glover…”CONGRATULATIONS” TO Christi and the Bearded One…no, they didn’t get married…Christi decided to change her maiden name to her husband’s last name. Like sharing a bank account, I see sharing a name as trust. It’s my opinion and I know that not everyone agrees with me but hey whatchagonnadoeh?
This week also saw Steve plant out 3 brachychiton discolor all by himself. I was slogging over some research questions and he decided to test the soil and found it lovely and soft and easy to dig after all of the rain that we have had so this week is going to be brachychiton week and we will finish off planting out 15 more of them all down the driveway. In about 10 years’ time the driveway is going to be a talking point
Bezial has been having a few problems with the cold wet weather and an old war wound that he sustained when he was younger so he was allowed to stay home from our regular walks for a couple of days this week. I headed out for a solo walk with Earl and decided to wander up the highway for a change. It’s pretty busy in the mornings but it makes a good change from our usual route. I am a bit of a magpie and managed to find a few things that had made their way from the back of people’s trucks and cars on the way back and as I was walking along I started to think about the possibilities of rubbish…
I quickly had a post cram full of rubbishy possibilities invested in my handful of detritus. I then noticed lots of other things discarded by careless travellers and ended up with a lot of words that absolutely positively HAD to make it back with me to be typed out. I had to cram all of these words into my head so that I could bring them back to share with you in this post. How was I going to remember all of those words when I can’t remember where I put my mug 2 minutes ago?
“Reflectors, twine, solar cans, fire bottles, hot chocolate…” when these words were linked together and made into a little song I was able to bring them back in my mind to put down in print to share with you all (aren’t you glad? ). Mnemonics…the science of brain stuffing was my ally. When we want ways to remember things and we don’t have a handy bit of paper and a pen (as you do) we humans have been quite adept at keeping the words from spilling out and disappearing through the ages.
As I had been wandering along seeing things that might be useful in other capacities I got to thinking about how our ancestors would have done the same thing. The difference was, where I was collecting to bring back to share with you, theirs was deadly serious and a matter of survival. “Where did I see that birds nest?” may have been the difference between eating and starving so I started to think about what I had found in the sense that it wasn’t just rubbish discarded by dolts, but a plethora of possibilities just waiting for some clever clogs to come along and make useful.
I must admit that Pinterest has had something to do with this train of thought. I have been using Pinterest like sedatives in between my studies. Where the thought of opening my RSS Feed Reader brought on heart palpitations, Pinterest had the opposite result. Lots of bright colours, no strings attached. Free information and the chance to get “something” at least organised, categorised and tidy in my life so I took occasional 30 minute breaks where I pinned like there was no tomorrow. Say what you will, it was cheaper than valium.
I have started collecting crafty pins as the magpie in me demands that I get value for my time spent trawling and there are some amazingly creative crafters and people out there who share some fantastically exciting ways of turning things that other people throw away into valuable commodities. People like that are so much more important than advertising executives who coax us all into thinking that we are not good enough unless we buy German cars and watches.
Out on the road I had a MacGyver moment. I started seeing what was thrown away around me as valuable commodities. Forget stocks and bonds, this stuff was right there and it was free! I noticed some cats-eye reflectors that council had obviously replaced and thrown the old ones to the side of the road. They could be useful for something. I could nail them to the mailbox or I could stick them on the side of the shed so that when Steve was reversing at night time, the shed was a lot more “real”.
Tasmania might be in a hay drought but that didn’t stop farmers from hurling hay bale twine from their utes in enormous quantities and as anyone who has seen “Cast Away” or “Swiss Family Robinson” or any of those survive if you can movies and television shows knows, one of the most useful things that you can have is twine. You can make a fishing line, use it to strap poles together to make a rudimentary hut, catch a bear…well you get my drift! Next we had all of those aluminium cans that inconsiderate bums through out of their car windows. That wouldn’t be a problem if our government could be bothered to give a 10c deposit back on tin cans like they do in South Australia (Kudos South Australia!) but as this post goes to press they are still just considered “detritus and worthless” so out of the window they go. What about if you took those cans and turned them into a solar collector? I’m not crazy folks…I saw it on Pinterest and checked further and here are some examples of clever people who are using their brains to solve their problems and reducing the coke can problem at the same time…
So if you can make something that will give you energy and at the very least you could heat some water to make it safe to drink what about all of the bottles on the side of the road? Clear class bottles can be used to start fires and the darker ones could be used to add to your solar panel experiment or to store things in. I found a squished carton of hot chocolate but for now I am thinking that we might not need to take advantage of its dirt encrusted contents but you never know…one day in the future hot chocolate in Tasmania might be an incredible luxury.
I arrived back home with a metal hook on the end of a canvas tie strap that had obviously fallen off the back of a truck (tee-he ). A strong metal hook of any kind would be extremely useful in a survival situation. It could be used along with some of that hay baling twine to haul something up a steep incline or keep something away from predators up in a tree. I also found a length of thick metal wire that could be sharpened and used as a hook to catch dinner or a small spear to collect oysters from rocks…what…you don’t have oysters on rocks near you? I do…
I also found a roll of black insulating tape that could be invaluable to tape some of those cans or bottles together or to stick on your cheeks like Rambo because you can’t find grease…I also found a small empty gas bottle that I brought home to make some garden art out of. I stopped wondering at why our parents hoarded things. In their minds everything that they had been hoarding was something that could be used again…does that mean I am turning into my parents? I certainly hope not!
Well that brings me to the end of my post today. It’s nowhere near as long as my posts usually are and hopefully it is more to the point than my usual posts. I actually had something in mind to share with you today unlike my usual approach which is “wing it…they will NEVER know!” (Oops…they do now! ). I have something special to share with you today. From now on I will be adding a special word cloud created from the posts that I share with you every Wednesday. I hope you like them as much as I do :o). By the time we next congregate around narf7’s bivouac tent with accompanying fire and roasting eggplants (no rabbits here folks, it’s all veggie!) Steve and I should have managed to plant out as many Brachychitons as Serendipity Farm can take. We may even have to think of a name change in a few years when the Brachychitons all bloom and Serendipity Farm turns pink en masse. We have other big plans for clearing debris that involve breaking each area down into small manageable sections so we don’t get overwhelmed but for now, the Brachychitons are burning in my temporal lobe…the rest is going to have to reside in my medulla oblongata along with my breathing, digestion and heart beat until I have time to move it all forwards…see you Wednesday folks!