Head above water…


Finally, it’s happened. I have a new job!

It’s my first NOT ‘working from home’ job in nearly 6 year. It’s exciting. My mind is racing at 100 miles an hour with ideas and plan and projects… and worries. Can I cut the mustard? Do I really understand this stuff that is sprouting out of my mouth?

I think I do. We’ll see.

The future looks bright and it includes organic farming, self-sufficiency, bio-dynamics and a better place for all our kids.

There are websites to build, photos to take, videos to make, people to be trained, blogs to write, animals to be looked after. IThere are chickens, fish, geese, goats, dogs, cows and more. There’s administration, certification and education. And that’s only the half of it. It’s a dream job. There’s so much to learn and so much to do. So if you see me in the distance, cross your fingers and hope that I’m waving, not drowning! Wish me luck!


Some progress is better than no progress

My oh my, we’ve done it. We have moved. We are now entrenched in the beautiful Bega Valley.

We have had no time to explore, no time to blog and no time to do much except unpack boxes, start a new school and get other half away to new job.

Today has been the most hectic and stressful of all. After taking two dogs to the vet for microchipping (having been born and bred in the bush such technology had never been inserted into them) I will never be the same again. Dog no. 1 – 12 years old, so excited to be going somewhere in the back of the ute that he thought he would hump anything and everything within reach. Dog no 2 – 4 years old, blind as a bat was so stressed that his whole body was shaking (read: stressed mother also).

We survived the microchipping, returned to the car where Dog no. 3 – 6 months old, jumps out of the back of the ute, over my head and takes off into the North Bega industrial area. After calming blind dog and wishing I had a bucket of ice water for horny dog, I chase NAUGHTY dog around the place. She nearly gets run over by a forklift, runs on the road and then, smelling other dogs, heads into the vets’ back courtyard where she was cornered by me. I thought about killing her there and then but thought it probably wasn’t the best place.

All dogs now in back of ute, except blind dog who is on back seat, quivering.

This is where I now head to Bega Valley Shire Council, to register canines. This was a relatively painless process except for the part where I had to fork out $290 because lovely husband refused to get Dog No. 1 desexed… ever.

It is now raining, as I head home I am pulled over by the Police. Are you from around here madam? Yes, officer I have just moved here. Well you need to update your registration and licence. OK. Here, count to 5 – breathalised. 750m later, flashing lights, pulled over by the Police. Are you from around here madam? Yes, officer I have just moved here. Well you need to update your registration and licence. OK. Here, count to 5 – breathalised… again.

I now have temporary internet, I still can’t charge my laptop. We have no TV reception. Foxtel is coming in October. No landline – September. It’s my birthday in 4 days, hopefully things will improve.

Am feeling a little inspired by recent trip to the local cemetery, at the request of  5 year old. Stay tuned.