I couldn’t sleep the other night.
It wasn’t a self inflicted case of caffeine over consumption, I tend to avoid it after lunch for that reason. It was a convergence of thinking. Everything I had to do and everything I want to do. Unfortunately they don’t seem to line up and ‘has to’ seems to win over ‘want to’.
It didn’t help that one of out neighbours sheep had gotten itself stuck on our property, seemed to insist on hanging around our house, and I am assuming regretting its decision decided to let everyone know about it. Sheep by their very nature like to hang out together, to describe someone as a sheep is to imply they are comfortable in the flock, following and doing what everyone else is doing. When the flock on the right side of the fence moved on the sheep wasn’t very happy. Well mr sheep, maybe you should have thought of that before you decided to break in. Yes our grass is indeed greener on this side of the fence, we only planted it weeks ago but you weren’t exactly spoilt for choice on your side either.
I had contacted the person adjisting the sheep on our neighbours property but having gotten home after dark it wasn’t the time to try and push it back through the fence, hence we had a boarder for the night. Contrary to popular belief counting real sheep when you want to sleep, or at least waiting for the next bleat is not very relaxing. Sleep, unfortunately not sheep eluded me for a while longer.
My wife and I are lucky enough to own a small patch of the lovely Adelaide Hills, about 5 acres. Well, we rent it from the bank. Apparently it will be ours in 24 years at the current projection, understandably I haven’t marked it on the calendar yet.
About a year ago we were blessed with a daughter, its the best thing that’s every happened to me. But, being highly mobile and still working on her balance its shift work between my wife and I to keep her from the big falls and out of the things she shouldn’t be in. Needless to say not a lot of time for the property. Having a kid definitely teaches you to be much more efficient with any time you do have.
Why am I attempting this again?
I come from a family of rural diary takers and I have read that it can be good for you as a point of reflection.
My memory is also s#%t, chronological order is a particular problem, and I want to be able to look back and see what we have done.
The last attempt was about building the house. The title was something like a ‘journey of building on 5 acres in the Adelaide hills’ and I managed to get 6 or 8 entries in. It was very enjoyable writing about it but the house project began to lurch from one disaster to another and became a journey of endurance just to keep things on track. Understabdably the diary entries fell to the way side.
It was such an unpleasant experience we fell out of love with the property. Many people would dream of this so we just need to get on with it and fall in love with it again.
I need this to feel like something I really want to do, not have to do.