THE BEACHSHACK EARLY 2015
This is a new category for me for those days when I can’t think of anything to say. Grab a random image and contemplate.
I live in the Beach shack now. Been here about a year. I came here 6 months after Izzy died and 3 a couple of months after being in the Coma. Iz and I had lived at Raleigh since 2010 but the rent was higher than I could afford. It was isolated on my own and when I sat on the front verandah and looked down the long drive to the gate – I found myself waiting for him to come home, just like I did on the morning when he went for his run and never came came back. He had had a massive heart attack up in the forest and it was the Police who came up the drive that Saturday morning.
I was very glad to get a phone call offering me this wee Shack for a very cheap rent of $150 per week. Its tumbledown and shabby but its on the lagoon. Its old and lovely and has a fine garden, is near town and for now I am safe.
I have an Alfa Romeo as well. I bought it and Iz bought a Kombi. His girls have the Kombi and I have the Alfa, It had a dent in the door when this pic was taken and I spent $400 to get a new one and get it painted and then the next day it over heated on the way to Bellingen and and now I am afraid to use it because it seems the Head is cracked and I don’t wish to spend any more money on it. I also have an Astra which I just bought and now I don’t have a lot of money left. I don’t know what to do next so I am waiting – until direction comes.
This little street is a mini community and it has reduced my loneliness a good deal. It pleases me. Its a world I knew when I was young. Saltwater and sand and the lush almost tropical plants. The caravan is one we were given by a neighbour at Raleigh. It had been through a flood. Jaybee stayed in it a lot and now I have it here but its filled with Izzy’s books. I need them emptied out so that I can make it at least sleepable again.
I like my Shack. I am staying home again today. Its cold and damp and I am agoraphobic – seemingly. The fluid appears to be reduced today and my body is more comfortable. I am still weak and very weary with needling pain. I shall return to bed and read a while.
A long rainy day at home. The 3 Gems of the day.
Talking with my son.
Feeling OK tonight.
Easily re-designing the Blog.
Little ones today – but they will do.
‘ Cause I ain’t drinking or using.
Image of the shops at SNUG COVE in EDEN. Upstairs is the flat I wanted JB to rent. I fancied myself up there watching the passing parade.
The featured image was taken in EDEN in 2013 outside the Fisherman’s Club. I have such a hole in my life where Izzy once was.
Its been a mixed up day for me. Today a man called Michael died. He was the father of about 7children and married for a very long time.
This is what they posted, those who love him. on the FB wall of their secondhand shop.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was our North, our South, our East and West,
Our working week and our Sunday rest,
Our noon, our midnight, our talk, our song;
We thought that love would last for ever: we were wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
adapted from W.H Auden
Love from the Harfields.
It is also the day that Terrorists killed more than 100 people in the centre of Paris. My friend Patricia, is , thankfully at home and safe in her apartment.
And I am at my home. I have driven a little and shopped in the Butcher’s. I have had a prescription filled and bought new shampoo – SUKIN. I have bought a backscrubbing loofah and wandered around the golf course. I SAW the dumb arse sign about vandals destroying vegetation and the boats out fishing for flathead. And its rained all day. There were black cockatoos in the yard. Its chilly and wet . A Day for the Dead.
I had flashes of memories of my life on the Tweed where I drove round all over the place and explored a great deal.