Monday, November 09, 2015

Remembrace of Blogger past

Um, this is interesting. Apparently was "signed out" of this blog (hanging about since 2005 - well before Gurgle and its billion dollar algorithms acquired the rights ...).

However, remain alive - and - while legs are appendages that allow me to wander about, sit astride and in control of a motor cycle .. and remain capable of "kicking" - my mind and attitude, now, can't be bothered.


As of now have to cope with a neighbor who calls me a 'dickhead'.
So, what does that actually mean - coming from a 25 year old who everyone else  around here, as far as they tell me, think of him as "20 cents short of a dollar" (vernacular for a bit dim in the head).

Perhaps the the most galling  part of this from my point of view - is that he tells me that he has 'bought' a slim sliver of land - one sliver of Crown land away from where i live.

How he and his partner are going to manage to feed 5 horses, 2 sheep, and two dogs on it defeats even my experiencial logic. Especially since the 'plot of land' is apparently too small to even build a house on.

This, of course, has a 'back story'. So far they, and their stock, have eaten every "free" blade of grass around here; have been locked out of at least one Crown Land paddock ...

And this moron calls ME a dickhead ... ?

On the other hand - there is a whisper in the wind that my landlords have decided to sell this cottage that have lived in (and loved) for 5 and a half years ....

Sooo, once a Gypsy, always a Gypsy - i guess.

Will, of course, update my one or two readers - if and when -
Sumbuddy tells me sumfink.

Apart from that - you know as much as i do ..... heh.

1 comment:

Vincent said...

Oh, I missed this one. And now it has come to pass. Good thing that you have the 4x4 & dog. Now you may become a latter-day sundowner?

Such is life, and I am reminded of Joseph Furphy's wonderful book of that title, which replays reading again and again. All the freedom to roam and pathos of Australian life.

Not so funny when you have literally nowhere to roost. But it’s my belief that the right attitude will see you right, over the long haul with all its ups and downs.

And you will have the warmth of absent friends, and who knows who or what you may encounter on the way , that may embrace you with open arms, and make you feel at home.

I drink your health, dear Davoh, and am glad you have the means to stay in touch.