We have emptied the rainwater tanks and cleaned out the one we use for drinking water, now we wait for rain again. The rocket I planted is looking a bit sad. I was hoping to have some while the family were here last week but it isn’t big enough to harvest. There are still a few tomatoes left that the birds (twenty-eights) have left for us. The veges at the local store are sometimes OK but not always very fresh. I guess that is one of the drawbacks living rural.
I came back from Perth on Monday and brought Bessie (Kath’s dog) with me. She hyperventilated until Donnybrook and then she settled down. She does smell a lot, especially her breath and her farts. I’m more used to Stella who is quite nice smelling except when she has been rolling in something disgusting like dead fish.
When I got home, the family had already arrived and that was just as well. When Roland got home (he had been fishing) he had hurt his leg on the transom of the boat. Kath dressed it for him. I’m glad I didn’t have to use my rusty first-aid skills (although I did the course earlier this year). That is one of the problems getting older, one’s balance can be dodgy. I do the Tibetan Rites every morning to keep myself balanced – in more ways than just physical! The Rites segue nicely with the asana work I do each day.
About the procrastination, well, I’ve got a pair of yoga pants that need to be hemmed and I have been meaning to fix them since I got back from Perth … I keep thinking of other things to do, like writing drivel in this blog!