old man winter continues to sleep on our doorstep. fortunately we have a nice woodburning stove in the loungeroom. i sit in front of it, catching up on my embroidery and listening to radio national. i am restless though. there is a temptation just to take off and run from the cold, maybe switch hemispheres again. i'd like to go to darwin for the writer's festival this week, except that i can't afford it and i always find writer's festivals to be alienating and full of wankers.
the restlessness is kind of comforting, actually. i can stop waiting for it now. anyway, i said i'd stick it out here, so i will.
in this spirit, i bought some more knitting needles and wool today. craft is the shit. apart from which, it is a great excuse to procrastinate the novel-writing which i've been furiously trying to commit myself to. i'm oscillating between enjoyment and abject terror, which is entertaining. why am i doing this again? it's a bit like getting the bandages taken off your head and making straight for the nearest wall. but i said i'd stick it out, so i will.
i was sad that grant mclennan died so i learnt how to play cattle and cane. respect to that time signature shit he did. there's a twee little recording program on my laptop so i can tape myself, which is actually quite useful, though somewhat humbling. tenacity is also required here.
in illustration of which, it took me an hour to change a lightbulb yesterday as i ended up having to smash it and prise the tin out with a knife. sometimes the only strategy i know is keep going.
i've been thinkin about going for another walk. there's a two week trail from here - literally from my backyard, in fact - which goes out past glen helen. not sure about the outside sleeping very very cold thing. it's a good incentive to make myself another swag, though. one of the hardest things about living here is that there is very little waste material lying around in skips, ripe for the taking. even when i lived down at austi there were enough rich idiots around that i could make stuff out of their trash. and okay, in terms of construction the ranch is well supplied with bits of wood that i've been turning into stuff. yesterday i made a coffee table. and there's the tip shop, which is great, but you never end up with what you were looking for. last week i went in there for fabric and came out with two dollar rossis*. so i can't just rely on wandering around until i happen upon the things i need. oh well. i guess that's why people have jobs.
that's all for now. i have to go and knit something in front of the fire and 99.7fm.
*these are motorcycle boots that were very cool with punks in the 90s.
the restlessness is kind of comforting, actually. i can stop waiting for it now. anyway, i said i'd stick it out here, so i will.
in this spirit, i bought some more knitting needles and wool today. craft is the shit. apart from which, it is a great excuse to procrastinate the novel-writing which i've been furiously trying to commit myself to. i'm oscillating between enjoyment and abject terror, which is entertaining. why am i doing this again? it's a bit like getting the bandages taken off your head and making straight for the nearest wall. but i said i'd stick it out, so i will.
i was sad that grant mclennan died so i learnt how to play cattle and cane. respect to that time signature shit he did. there's a twee little recording program on my laptop so i can tape myself, which is actually quite useful, though somewhat humbling. tenacity is also required here.
in illustration of which, it took me an hour to change a lightbulb yesterday as i ended up having to smash it and prise the tin out with a knife. sometimes the only strategy i know is keep going.
i've been thinkin about going for another walk. there's a two week trail from here - literally from my backyard, in fact - which goes out past glen helen. not sure about the outside sleeping very very cold thing. it's a good incentive to make myself another swag, though. one of the hardest things about living here is that there is very little waste material lying around in skips, ripe for the taking. even when i lived down at austi there were enough rich idiots around that i could make stuff out of their trash. and okay, in terms of construction the ranch is well supplied with bits of wood that i've been turning into stuff. yesterday i made a coffee table. and there's the tip shop, which is great, but you never end up with what you were looking for. last week i went in there for fabric and came out with two dollar rossis*. so i can't just rely on wandering around until i happen upon the things i need. oh well. i guess that's why people have jobs.
that's all for now. i have to go and knit something in front of the fire and 99.7fm.
*these are motorcycle boots that were very cool with punks in the 90s.
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