The mantra “Give me what I want. Give me what I need. Hurry up. I want it now…” tempts me. Setting aside my personal agendas & timeframes, and giving them up to Grace, the high cousin of patience, is a lesson that continues to challenge me…
That so many days have passed since I uploaded the last 2012 elladeewords post on Christmas Eve isn’t representative of the thoughts I devoted to the WordPress Community Garden during the interim. Underwhelming results from an temporary-measure antenna attached to the TV aerial on the roof attached to the wireless modem at Taylors Arm meant holiday blogging was limited to a few photo uploads via my phone to elladeeimages and elladeeplaces when we ventured into civilization. A fortuitous cloudy drizzly afternoon gave me a magic few hours catching up on reading posts… but really I was out of action. I didn’t like it one bit.
It’s all very well to voluntarily forsake technology and connectivity. I embraced time out. I read the unfortunately dodgy array of novels I packed. I communed with nature, and the neighbours. I gardened. I walked on the beach. I spent quality time with the G.O. Holi-days have 24 hours like every other day. I could have afforded a little blogging time. Damn it, I was an unwilling prisoner and there was no virtuous sacrifice involved. I knew from past hunts for internet connectivity that our neighbour has wi-fi. Only the strictest sense of propriety kept me for hacking into it for my own ends. No. I could not. I am an honest Sagittarian. To be very honest, I would’ve if I could’ve but I didn’t want to risk getting caught.
Back in the connected world I fared little better. In my absence the blogging biosphere had not paused. I had a couple of hundred WordPress post email notifications. In my absence the ongoing project in the office had not hesitated. I had a similar amount of emails in my Outlook In-Box. I hit the ground running and amassed 20 hours of overtime in the first working week. In odd moments I clicked on random posts and commented. There was no preferential treatment. All the posts had merit but I had little time. After a week back there were still hundreds of WordPress post email notifications.
An Australia Day long weekend saw us back to Taylors Arm. I didn’t bother packing the laptop. Our 4 day stay away extended into 5 as much needed precipitation from super storm Oswald deluged the east coast of Australia, and rivers ran too high to cross. There was nothing much to blog about anyway. It rained, oh and it rained. This time though I took a selection of novels sourced from Fellowship of the Kitchen’s Garden Farmy Friends and read The Tiger’s Wife.
Once again in the big smoke I managed to make inroads on the WordPress emails, and a semblance of sanity prevailed in the office. I’d barely warmed my ergonomic chair when the weekend came around and with it my Dad’s 70th birthday celebration for which we headed back up the coast for a blessedly short 2 hour drive, totting up #5 F3 freeway trip since the beginning of December.
Back on my blogging horse I charged through the email notifications and posts letting loose a barrage of comments. I posted Ron: clocking up 70 years because blogging is a wonderful forum to get something out of your system. The occasion was great. Dad is entertaining. Shhh, let me tell you just between us, the event had a back-end of annoying, and I was glad to retreat to the apartment and a quiet self-indulgent Sunday writing a blog post about the best bits.
The next business week & year proper started, and I came to the point where there was no semblance of holiday-ness to which I could grasp. There was work to be done, an apartment to be cleaned, groceries to be shopped for, errands to run, bills to be paid. But, I couldn’t let it end there, nooooo. After a challenging day at work, in a fit of impatience and ill temper I threw that beloved blogging tool, taker of photos, player of music – my phone, on the bed… The Universe took the opportunity to give me a hard fast quityabitchin lesson as the phone slid and smacked into the headboard.
The phone appeared intact. Its little light flickered but the web of cracks across the screen rendered it a terminal case. I have seen many iPhones continue to function under a crazed screen but not my old Samsung Galaxy. I kept it attached to the life support of the charger and it’s currently undergoing surgery to release the photos not backed up since the beginning of November. All I accomplished via a self indulgent one woman pity party lasting a moment was to amass more errands and bills.
The Universe offered me a redeeming hand a few days later, when after enduring a series of his own challenging work days the G.O. reviewed our dinner options and uttered “Need comfort food. Butter Chicken”. Highly unusual. Midweek dinners do not normally come in the door. Having no food suggestions of my own, I suggested a walk to the nearby Indian restaurant. Turning the corner to the main street of busy Newtown, we both noted and remarked upon a footpath offering… an old school port atop a faded pink plastic crate next to what looked like a typewriter case, over a dusty collection of miscellaneous boxes.
Being lovers of free stuff and footpath finds a decision was quickly made. The G.O guarded the treasure, and I grabbed Indian takeaway. At the apartment, dinner cooled as we, with can of insect spray in hand, dismantled the assembly of cases and boxes and discovered:
- Brother Typewriter. I have so long wanted a typewriter, and this one looks to be a similar 60’s vintage as me, and of course it’s Sagi orange.
- Retro mesh evening bag, colour cream, with a card in the box suggesting it’s provenance, which I was able to verify via Google. Thanks Ms JC, I’ll look after it well, adding to my collection of black, gold and silver.
- Port containing The Champion and Triumph magazines 1942-1943. Who could resist reading the adventures of Rockfist Rogan, Colwyn Dane, Kangaroo Kennedy, Punch McPhee and Trapper Pete.
- Wooden jigsaw puzzles, numerous. These are even older than me! I had only ever seen cardboard jigsaws.
Just in case I missed what the Universe was offering me, next morning as I walked the same route to the train station there was a new item on a pile of footpath offerings. From a box of cheap costume jewellry I extracted a few trinkets to add to my collection of love, crosses, hearts and bells… No, no, not for wearing, for upcycling.
I was fortunate this time. I got the lesson lightly. The G.O. kindly offered me his phone but no, it’s my deal. My phone contract is up next month and I’m managing with a spare plain-unsmart phone that calls & texts. Not having a smart phone makes me realise how much I rely on it for my blogging eyes. My morning walks without earphones & radio let me listen to the birds and nature but not take photos of it.
I recently commented to Robin Coyle “far better to learn the lesson than to be the lesson”. Thanks Universe, I got this one. Figure out what matters and don’t bitch about the rest.