We went to see Sherlock Holmes tonight. I couldn't hear much, because there was a young (probably 12 year old) boy behind me, who was giving his friend a running commentary on the film. I couldn't get mad with him, 'cos he was so carried away, and didn't even see me turn around and glare at him. His friend was trying to keep it low, and a couple of young girls smiled shyly. That will make it two Christmas movies so far, the other one being Avatar, which we all loved.
I fear that the Machinist is growing weary of all the constant care needed for Bobby. I've started to help him now, to encourage him to keep on just a while longer, as Bobby gets stronger. We have a sort-of routine for him, but who, pray, can ever be prepared for their pet being bitten by a deadly snake? Bobby is moving around more and more and peeing a lot. We have to wrap a disposable nappy around his middle, then pull on pantihose to keep the nappy on. We both chuckle as we do this. Gotta keep it light...
The rain has been falling steadily for two days now. Everybody is loving the cooler weather. Even the spiders. They're coming inside, despite our efforts of pest control. Sam found a huge white-tail spider on the corridor ceiling. "Make sure you kill it, won't you?" I asked him.
"Of course I will mom".
My point of view is this: when I venture out towards the creek, or through the paddocks, I expect to see all types of Australian wildlife. Creatures of all shapes and sizes and toxins. But woe betide when they venture into my home and garden.
I teased the Machinist that after 16 years of country living, I was good and ready for city dwelling.
We all know that's not true, but I am fed up with creeping and crawling things. There was even a couple of snails stuck to the side of the front door to greet us earlier this evening. While I dislike this type of invasion, I can't bare to kill them either. The Machinist has no mercy, knocking them down and crunching them....
Everybody is extremely tired. I think we all need a holiday from a holiday. We've lived in a blur this past week. I actually look forward to the dust and grime of the Shop, which starts on Monday. How can you truly 'rest', when, at the back of your mind, there's so much to do? So much potential?