IZZY COMES TODAY

Izzy comes today. Works the morning at UQ and then comes down the M1 to Bilambil. He is expecting mail which is held at the Post Office Village Store. It could be our Canadian data on the Chambly Court Martial. It could be Melinda and Basil’s marriage certificates. it could be anything.

Izzy comes home today and then within 3 weeks we will actually be living together. I am in Bilambil. In the Cottage. Kate rang last night and she has her car. Went on a mission to Armidale with Johan, Mel and Bell and Baby Jet with the penetrating eyes and fetched it from her father. Bell drove it back down. Kate has had her licence for almost one year . That means she can’t drive a manual car for 3 more weeks and needs to do some sort of spatial perception test in order to get the full licence. Then she will be out there in the red Magna station wagon doing the Kalang back roads.A big change from the inner City of Sydney where she learned to drive.

We have only a week or so left in Brisbane. I had great hopes of Brisbane. I fell in love with it when I went there for the first time last year. Rode on the City Cats and walked along SouthBank. Travelled all day on public transport for $2.70. I fell in love with the beautiful old houses and the lavish bushiness of this Northern Town. 3kms from the City Centre and kookaburras are in the trees , scrub turkeys scrimmage in the gardens and possums climb the wires. Izzy don’t like it. He has wanted to get out almost from the beginning BUT I LOVE IT. I don’t want to go there now – because it hasn’t become the place where we are to make our lives and so an aching regret is there for me like leaving a lover one doesn’t wish to leave.

Being in Bello for a week or two has helped. There are places where I could be at Home. I did love this area when I came here. Loved it for 7 years and now restlessness is upon me. Been like that all my life. 7 years or so is enough for me. Then a wandering call comes.

Bellingen was pretty fine this time. I think anywhere where the Kids are within easy range looks pretty good to me. Just as anywhere that Izzy is coming home to looks pretty good to me.

Jai and Kate with Izzy at the Old Butter Factory in Bellingen.

I went to town. That means COOLANGATTA for me. 15 kms app. Did a meeting and then went to Tweed Centro. Bought some incense and some spiritual sky essential oil while I’m on the early 70s retro trip. Which with the Stars as they are for the next couple of decades ( inc EQUINOX and full moon this week) Might see the rest of my earth days fitting me rather well just as the forerunner did in the 1970s. So I chose NIGHT QUEEN for some ancient reason which I cannot recall and then I hit the Bagels , Goats Milk , lentil patties, greek yoghurt in memory of Tony Bahles, and other odds and ends. From the Woolworths in Centro. I do not like supermarkets but decided to do it anyway for the things Izzy likes. Doing things for my men has not been a major facet of my life. Thats why I did it. Cause he’s a good man and does many things for me. Now I’m home again. Home is for sale mind you. Over $1 million. Not my $1 million.

I have added this Armidale foto. Haven’t put many up from the Armidale section of the trip. will do so. It was a good week. I love My Kids’ homes. When I go to Armidale they have a big queen size bed for me same as Kalang does. In Armidale they give me 5 pillows and 5 doonahs because they know I love that. I sleep in Maddy’s playroom and am treated marvellously as I am at Kalang. We take walks in Armidale. This one is outside O’Connor Catholic college. Every single one of these vehicles has a P Plate on it. Draw your own conclusions.

 

 

In the Meantime I am in the Cottage. Cool Breezes blowing and windchimes chiming. Grass growing. Me watching the new Minister for Science etc at the Press Club and considering the new Government. Wondering when and how Dept of Housing disappeared and why it rarely is suggested. Life is a LOT easier when one has a HOUSE to live in. My rent has been more than 50% of my income for a very long time. These are the easiest financial days of my adult life – but I have years and years of what Margaret Jakob called GRINDING POVERTY and I have often been ground down. Still am eroded probably. Going shopping like I did today and spending about $50 still causes an allergic reaction in me. A surge of fear and trepidation.

I drive the Charade my father passed on to me when my mother died in 2001. I have their ashes in the wardrobe and am considering a plaque at Urunga Cemetery. I used to take Odin the Staffordshire Bull Terrier there to walk early in the morning and late in the afternoon when the roos came out. We got on well – Odin , the roos, the birds , the ghosts and me. I built a cairn there of rocks. Just out of the official boundary of the cemetery. The cemetery is near Urunga lagoon. The smell of the salt water and the waters meeting the sea. I taught school there and have 20 or so ex-pupils on facebook writing to me. I am glad of that. Sometimes its difficult to anchor onto worlds which are gone now.

Seemingly.