grand final, half time: mmm, yes, that sure is an engine.
holden caulfield attracts a lot of admiration. i find it strange having a vehicle, let alone one which makes strangers stop you on the street. one fella humbugged me at the petrol station. "nice car, give us a lift up the road." nice try mate.
here i am talking about my car like a howard-years suburbanite with approved bourgeois aspirations. i am a bit disturbed by the fact that this once-travel blog has morphed into something else. i do go on camping adventures and see new desert things but lately i feel strangely absent. neither walking nor falling. i will talk about my house.
willy wagtails are nesting in the shed. they are noisy, but i like them. i'm probably giving the one that sits on the eggs a heart condition with all my coming and going. my watermelon seeds sprouted this morning and the tomatoes look promising. everything might just shrivel up and die in the heat, but i don't care. next week i get to open the chilli chocolate stout i made, and i'm experimenting with different sugars in the ginger beer so it doesn't get extreme gas in the bottle. i think i'll be perfecting that recipe for the rest of my life.
i am planting summer things because the alleged eviction is being put off. allegedly. the machine that threatens to demolish my home is in fact broken. its guts are on its roof, waiting for giant mechanical crows to snatch them away. sometimes i sit on the bulldozer at dusk and contemplate having to leave the ranch. it doesn't seem real, and is probably unlikely in the short term anyway. our rich, inept landlord is on a special double version of territory time, so everything he does is an unspecified "soon" which could be lightyears away.
possibly this all not seeming real is part of a general lack of imagination i seem to be having. i am restless for an adventure. do you get sick if you don't move? does this apply to everyone? i wonder if wanderlust will be in the DSM-V.
i have a feeling that as soon as i get my licence, caulfield and i are gonna hit the highway.
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perhaps you can pass on your pearls of wisdom, regarding ginger beer recipe improvement. our ranch is reaching new heights of self sufficiency.. ok ok, which is not much, but our vegie patch does look impressive. (our chickens less so. venus died in my arms last week in a very dramatic fashion and we lost poor whitney yesterday. but vera ploughs on.) anyways, i wanna make ginger beer!
i'd like to say it's top secret, but that would be a lie. it's just hard to explain without demonstrating. i do conduct workshops... you have to come to alice springs.
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