I promised just to sacrifice one post about work. Humans don’t have to be confronted in their free time again with work. Most of the time that we are on this planet is already dedicated to work.
But I couldn’t leave my returning readers in the unknown. A month a half with no post, no boring story about life in the Promised Land. Maybe I was even somewhere lost in the red centre, desperate looking for a few drops of water. Maybe I was served as some food for a hungry predator. Strangled by a snake or attacked by a colony of redbacks. Or abducted by some female aliens and taken to a far far away planet, to live a life as a sex toy for their pleasures.
Nothing of that happened. Just what my title says. Work, work, work and work.Work, work and work. After the wonderful break of Easter it was back again raw realty. The house full of strange male contractors. Drinking beer and having Barbies. It’s a strange thing. After living the live of a monk in isolation for a couple of months. Having the castle for myself and my close pets, it’s hard to be confronted with the strange behaviour of the human kind. It looks like how remoter you go how remoter you wanna go. Even short visits to Alice feels like entering a strange world struggling with overpopulation and there strange side effects. Considering that I came from a small cattle station with a population of ten million people, it’s really strange to feel that kind of thoughts taking over. I’m gonna stop about my lonely philosophical thoughts. All by all this is free time, so it has to be easy literature for everybody.
So what did I do that month a half? Work, work and work. 11 hours, day after day. No painting, no camping, just work. Starting to wear long paints, beanie, double t-shirts. Indeed, winter in
the red centre means, temperature is dropping unbearable depths. Coming from 40 degrees to almost 0 degrees in the morning. So I’m starting to look like an Eskimo in the early mornings, almost not able to move from the thickness and weight of all the clothing and accessories that I wear to give me some heat. Regretting that the aliens didn’t come. Having a nice cold beer after work in my backyard is even not an option anymore, but as a future true blue, seeing my beer as a life necessity, I found a solution. I’m now proud owner of an ancient heat system in my back yard.
Running around as a fully dressed Eskimo, I installed a new fan system, improved the floor of a platform and repaired two big water tanks. The last two weeks the ever lasting blue sky even changed in a wet grey mode, a typical sight of my previous homeland. Two weeks of replacing sheets, unbolting 3574 bolts and nuts with the only purpose to rebolt the 3574 back again. The absence of sun and blue sky made my environment change into a cold and wet one. The water tank that’s build to store water was turning in a little swamp. Witch cause another problem. A search for the dropped bolts and nuts under the water surface.The physical labour to wear my Eskimo outfit, working daily in a swamp and overpopulation of human nature behaviour in my once remote paradise made me flee. Flee towards a warm hot weekend and made me writing this post on an early morning sitting on a warm terrace enjoying a beautiful sunrise in the tropical harbour city Darwin , preparing my body and mind to go back to my once remote and my own strange human behaviour in Yulara.