It is Wednesday and we have managed to take a bite-sized chunk out of the working week so far-but we are not halfway yet! I seem to live for Fridays. I spend my time watching the clock, counting every second until the working week reaches it’s inexorable climax at 9.51pm on Friday night. I count the days off one by one. Monday, gone, Tuesday, bye, Wednesday, well….we ain’t there yet! Another day at the “Happiness Factory” awaits. What fun.
I’m sitting here drinking coffee instead of perusing my uni work and getting started on assignments that are due in a space of time that is shrinking every second. Again, life is spent watching the clock. Waiting for the deadline. Pressure mounting. I do feel better this morning than I did yesterday. It’s hay fever season and I felt decidedly off-colour when I got out of bed on Tuesday but I feel much better today-and it’s a surprise. I did go to bed a half hour or so earlier than I usually do. I get home from work and usually waste an hour or so surfing the net and occasionally watch television in bed when I finally drag myself away from the computer screen. There are usually shows on around 11.30pm that obviously don’t appeal to those who are watching in prime time but obviously ring a bell with me. They are usually true crime shows, stuff like that. Linda rolls over and nods off immediately. She can sleep anywhere, anytime. I envy her.
The Tour of Spain cycling race is on live and I have been watching a bit of it but eschewed it last night in favour of sleep. Good move. Linda was up early and I was looking forward to be able to roll over and chop a few more Z’s when I was informed that our elderly dog who sleeps in our laundry had defecated on our kitchen floor. Not only that, she has the runs and I was appointed official cleaner by my housemates, none of whom were very keen to confront and solve the problem. So, apparently outvoted, I rolled out of bed with my muscles groaning from yesterday effort’s at work and, stuffing a hanky in my nostrils, ventured out to survey the scene. It was bad, but it could have been worse. The poor old dog also vomited when she went outside so she obviously isn’t well but we have to think about what we do with her sleeping arrangements from here on in. It’s not getting as cold at night this week-hasn’t dropped below zero at least. Perhaps rugged up in her coat she could be quite happy in her kennel down in the garage. Perhaps. Getting old is a curse. Anyway, everyone else has gone to work, the dog is asleep on the back deck, the kitchen floor is clean and the smell of disinfectant is choking my nostrils as I write. Done.
I did manage to get away to Gundagai on the weekend. A bit of a day trip with Linda and my parents on Fathers Day to Gundagai Remembers-a day out with the 7th Light Horse, Gundagai Troop. The 7th Light Horse are re-enactors who had set up a Great War style military camp complete with freshly dug trenches and a myriad of military equipment which would have been recognisable to any old Digger who had taken his six bob a day to soldier for the King from 1914 to 1918. It was a bit of fun, particularly as the Light Horse staged a bit of a skirmish with some fellows portraying Turkish and German soldiers (it’s hard to find good men who want to play the enemy!). There was to be a major battle re-enactment in the trenches later in the afternoon and as enjoyable as that may have been we were well and truly on our way home by then.
Gundagai and the surrounding hills were nice and green, defying the drought so it seems. There must have been a little more rain through the area than in other parts of the country and you wouldn’t know that farmers were doing it tough by the look of the luscious landscape.
So, for today, there is nothing more to look forward to than another day of graft at work. Running machines, sorting mail, unloading trucks on the forklift. Another short chapter of this strange and laborious life. New horizons await for me though and the countdown is on. Have a great day.