I wasn’t sure if I would have time to post this entry today, There’s an audit next week and I have a list of things to get through however there’s some things to say (as always).
Firstly – I know there’s an audit. I know there’s an audit because, at last count, 14 separate people have told me in the past three weeks. And printed out the 30 page check list for me. That’s a significant waste of tree happening right there.
I also am losing my ability to act a)shocked b) scared and c) suitably reverent at the news of the audit; which, for peoples 15, 16, and 17, may become more of a problem.
Thirdly, I would be better enabled to prepare myself and my team for the audit and to deliver the exceptional standard of work that the client has come to expect this contracting organisation to field when required – IF, and I say this with love, you would stop coming in and asking if I have five minutes so you can break said news of the audit to me.
Which brings us back to clause B… and those people who know me should be impressed that I have been “nice” to individuals 3 – 14.
Fourthly. I provided a Band-Aid to someone this morning. I was then chastised because despite my medical training (I’m not a doctor, but I have Advanced First Aid, Occupational First Aid.. and a bit of common sense) “only EMERGENCY first aid should be provided on site. Band Aids etc – you have to go to the Front Office.”
Check me here, but – that’s 2.4 Kms away?
Go find your Plot – you seem to have lost it.
This morning, apart from my usual clay clamber (i’ve stopped wearing clean jeans to work, I get galooped too quickly to care anymore. Wonder if Colorado has more of these jeans but in a Red Centre clay colour?) I was involved in a pre-dawn raiding party to “harvest” (steal is such an ugly word) road signs from the client company’s back roads… Obviously, it’s a road sign farm out there as there are signs every 30metres.
At least… there were.
It’s ok… we’ll put them back.
After next week.
And I’ll take off the “1”s and the “4”s that I have made up in powerpoint and then laminated so I had enough 10 and 40kmph speed signs….
Cos I didn’t… and they don’t grow on trees in the middle of the Northern Territory.
In keeping with our custom – here is a picture of this morning:
looking more Weathertops or Ramtops – ish (depending on whether you’re more of a Tolkien or a Pratchett fan) than ever in the red sun.
And – because the birds are starting to let me creep up on them…
We have another Hawky/Falcony / Eagley Raptor type bird. This one is larger than my pretty little friend of yesterday – and has a much NASTIER beak.
Speaking of Nasty… If you saw a car with this sign:
What would your eyebrows do?
And now to reply to some comments:
Thank you to everyone who has made such lovely remarks about my work – especially the blanket. And the Gown.. and everything else!!! You don’t know how nice it is to have encouragement on the “softer” side of my life!
The blanket is still making progress. I sat crocheting outside last night until I had to go in to read the pattern for the next row. There were two older men I was sitting with, all quite at ease, (one’s a wood-turner so he understands the need to “craft” in the evenings, as he calls it) me crocheting away; all merrily yakking.
A newcomer to our camp, and he is a member of another Company (complete with shaved head, Genghis Khan facial hair) came over and went into the “you’re knitting?!?!??!” routine that most crocheters would be familiar with. I didn’t say anything but one of my stalwart defenders piped up as huffily as he could manage: “it’s not knitting.. it’s CROCHETING. There’s a difference.”
Try hiding a smirk behind a ball of merino doing its favourite magical disappearing trick.
To Barbara – I didn’t make as far south as Nevada, during our trip our family (Mother_figure, Father_figure, Bob and my youngest sister… and me… all in an Orange Volvo) went east from Seattle through to the Dakotas and we saw a lot of the Big Sky Country. So I know what you mean about nothingness. There’s a song called “Solid Rock” by an old Australian band named Goanna, with the Lyrics “Out here, nothing changes. Not in a hurry anyway”. (Click on the name – its worth it!)
It’s the same feeling of timelessness under the biggest sky and at night, a millionmillion stars overhead.
And living between air-conditioners and keeping down the dust that gets into everything.
Plus, the occasional cheese deprivation.
Julie C, as soon as possible I’ll get Hiss down to you, I promise! I do think ET would be a good idea!!! We can start a Matrix-style production of identically Magnificent Black Horses… I’m fairly sure David would be keen as well J we’ll find the $$$ involved..
And having discussed your horrible loss with Arcadia (who sends her love, and has hugged her own stallion Aragorn on my behalf), we agreed that the reason why so many people are mourning the passing of Gumbanero is that you kept him the simple and honest stallion that he was. No exaggerated hype, no wild claims like those surrounding some of the supposedly “fashionable” stallions, who sire completely empty headed brats who can’t stay sound… if you can get the mare to go in foal with their frozen semen. People respected him for the quality he put on the ground: trainable and beautiful.
Dreamtime Oprah is the horse that every little girl dreams of having, all the way through school.
This photo of Oprah is from Julie’s website – please visit her at www.dreamtimepark.com
Maybe she will produce the perfect grandson for you… to go with her future brothers and sisters….
Mother_figure , who followed me to Whatnottocrochet last night (if you haven’t seen WNTC – go there.. please… you’ll be doing yourself a favour. Just don’t be drinking coffee when you open each photo. It’s bad for your keyboard.) where did I find that? I was looking through pattern books that people have listed for sale in various locations. And I find much MUCH MUCH worse!!
Time for me to go home – I just stole a minute or two to post this… The Dam is getting there – I hope to have more pictures of the Aussie Rocks to show you. And soon I might get to go back to Toothbrush Two.. and the Shiny Rocks.. and hunt for goldgoldgoldgold.. Love to you all…remember to hug your family tonight – and a special pat for anyone with a tail for me please..