It's hailing, it's pouring...
Just got in from hanging the washing out - and my fingers are almost frozen off! They are red raw, and I'm still brushing the hail-stones off my jacket. Yes, you definitely know you are living in the wild west when you are forced to hang your washing out in a hail storm, because at least it's not as wet as it has been the past two days, while (in your spare moments at home) you've looked forlornly at your pile of wet washing on the kitchen table, and then out the window at the even wetter hills hoist.
D-boy, thank me now for researching that car hire!
Speaking of which, the highlight of my last couple of days has been the news that D-boy IS coming to visit; have thrown myself into researching transport options (no car from the boss, which is a darn shame, but have managed to find a car hire and flight option that is no more expensive than the boat and motorbike, and decidedly less soaking potential!!), and of course into researching what mischief we can get up to in my two days off while he is here. Ok, so I don't need to think too hard about that one... but would love to get out and explore the area around the town (I'm itching to get away from the familiar. It's a gorgeous little spot, but when you see the same 10 buildings and 2 boats day in and day out, I don't know how 'regular' 9-5ers do it!!). Am tossing up between finding a two-day hike (to get into training for the walk - yet to be decided - in January); or suggesting we take the car for a wander up the North West coast, and just check out the landscape along the way. It probably depends also on what the weather will do, and as they say here - Melbourne is four seasons in one day. Here, it's four seasons before breakfast! So who knows.
Another little saying that demonstrates the fairly constant need by many locally-born Tasmanians, it would seem, to prove they are just as good as - sorry, better than! - the 'mainlanders'. It's an interesting concept, to be a 'mainlander'. I am an 'other'; only accepted warily and partly into the local 'fold'. Lucky I am used to that - but I still envy the feeling of identity one must get from living in the same place all your life. It always comes down to a question of identity for me, it would seem...
Enough philosophical ramblings for tonight. The wind is howling around the house, and I suspect that tonight I'll be thankful indeed for the down-feather quilt Kathi found me yesterday. I'm also accutely aware of D-boy's comments about my 'OP 1' writing - hehehe. Better put some bad gramur und spellin just to be precocious. Oh, there I go again :)
On work matters - the island was disgusting today; windy and hailing. The weather was nice enough to clear up for the 5 mins it took to convince the tourists to get off the boat; and then kept us trapped under the tarpaulin over the other side of the island for most of the 2nd tour! Perhaps the NW wind's ironic sense of justice...
No more training for me today, despite plans, as the weather was against us; but we had a small contingent of brave souls who made it to the play, and I played Shires tonight quite well - well enough that I only got one gentle note afterwards too, so was all in all pleased. I'm settling into that role well enough, although need to keep up my script-work; and if I were to give myself notes I'd say that I'm still hamming it up a little too much (a tendency that stems from not being so sure of it all) - as Richard says, I think I need to work on underplaying the comedy. I have to be a little careful; I'm aware of the possible tendency to relax once Richard stops giving me notes, and slip into bad habits. I found watching the play on Thursday night useful not only for the Porter role, but seeing someone else do Shires too; so I've resolved to watch the play at least once a week on my night off.
I meant to brave the pub again after the show; but after the washing experience decided that I've had enough braving of the wild western weather for tonight, and am spending a night snug in bed instead, waiting for the D-boy's welcome voice, music to my ear...
D-boy, thank me now for researching that car hire!
Speaking of which, the highlight of my last couple of days has been the news that D-boy IS coming to visit; have thrown myself into researching transport options (no car from the boss, which is a darn shame, but have managed to find a car hire and flight option that is no more expensive than the boat and motorbike, and decidedly less soaking potential!!), and of course into researching what mischief we can get up to in my two days off while he is here. Ok, so I don't need to think too hard about that one... but would love to get out and explore the area around the town (I'm itching to get away from the familiar. It's a gorgeous little spot, but when you see the same 10 buildings and 2 boats day in and day out, I don't know how 'regular' 9-5ers do it!!). Am tossing up between finding a two-day hike (to get into training for the walk - yet to be decided - in January); or suggesting we take the car for a wander up the North West coast, and just check out the landscape along the way. It probably depends also on what the weather will do, and as they say here - Melbourne is four seasons in one day. Here, it's four seasons before breakfast! So who knows.
Another little saying that demonstrates the fairly constant need by many locally-born Tasmanians, it would seem, to prove they are just as good as - sorry, better than! - the 'mainlanders'. It's an interesting concept, to be a 'mainlander'. I am an 'other'; only accepted warily and partly into the local 'fold'. Lucky I am used to that - but I still envy the feeling of identity one must get from living in the same place all your life. It always comes down to a question of identity for me, it would seem...
Enough philosophical ramblings for tonight. The wind is howling around the house, and I suspect that tonight I'll be thankful indeed for the down-feather quilt Kathi found me yesterday. I'm also accutely aware of D-boy's comments about my 'OP 1' writing - hehehe. Better put some bad gramur und spellin just to be precocious. Oh, there I go again :)
On work matters - the island was disgusting today; windy and hailing. The weather was nice enough to clear up for the 5 mins it took to convince the tourists to get off the boat; and then kept us trapped under the tarpaulin over the other side of the island for most of the 2nd tour! Perhaps the NW wind's ironic sense of justice...
No more training for me today, despite plans, as the weather was against us; but we had a small contingent of brave souls who made it to the play, and I played Shires tonight quite well - well enough that I only got one gentle note afterwards too, so was all in all pleased. I'm settling into that role well enough, although need to keep up my script-work; and if I were to give myself notes I'd say that I'm still hamming it up a little too much (a tendency that stems from not being so sure of it all) - as Richard says, I think I need to work on underplaying the comedy. I have to be a little careful; I'm aware of the possible tendency to relax once Richard stops giving me notes, and slip into bad habits. I found watching the play on Thursday night useful not only for the Porter role, but seeing someone else do Shires too; so I've resolved to watch the play at least once a week on my night off.
I meant to brave the pub again after the show; but after the washing experience decided that I've had enough braving of the wild western weather for tonight, and am spending a night snug in bed instead, waiting for the D-boy's welcome voice, music to my ear...
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