Let's see - I missed writing up yesterday's adventures and misadventures because I had a bit of a rush piece of editing - Eric and I are putting together a Kindle version of our short stories, including the prequel Novella* to RATS, BATS & VATS - GENIE OUT OF THE VAT and the Novelette** CRAWLSPACE which is set in the RATS BATS universe some 40 years on. I've already got a collection of shorts GOTH SEX KITTEN & OTHER STORIES (which has far less sex than the title may suggest, and much more Kitten)
The weather being good I took Nik and James to Cave beach in the moring, after a surprise visit from our ex-South African Dentist friends bringing us some frozen trout from the Lakes in Tassie. It's rather a treat after sea-fish and sea-fish.
One of these days some enterprising cameraman is going to make a fortune making a movie of the Wetsuit Mazurka... especially the interesting new variation -- including wild threshing and muffled "what do I do now?" from Nik lost somewhere inside the hooded vest. He was in danger of drowning next to the ute, let alone the water - stuck half way into the top. Anyway, 'suitably' attired, we went down to water, after a minor blunder through impenetrable jungle and down a small sand cliff. I had the near impossible to reload speargun and lads had handspears. The speargun needs surgery - it's just too powerful for these little reef fish. I saved it for the very biggest leatherjacket. It was rather like shooting a sparrow with a howitzer. Anyway, I borrowed Nik's spear and did manage to spear a Magpie perch. James got two Zebra perch - much better eating, and Nik a Leatherjacket. After the reverse wetsuit Mazurka... we went to gut fish. Grin. I learned to gut fish back when I was too small to reach the sink, and James and Pads both did it from about grade one or two. Nik, on the other hand is well-brought up 'civilized' lad (unlike us back-country types), whose vision of food was the plastic wrapped stuff in the supermarket. Hats off to him - he wanted to learn something we considered, well, as basic as brushing your own teeth. It brought home to me just how divorced people are from the reality of where food comes from. And despite declaring he was going to become a vegetarian, he came home with us and learned to fillet too. It was a very aging process for me as he seemed to think your fingers belong in front of the blade! I don't think he is suited to being a short-hand typist. It's a bit of a moral standpoint on my part - I believe in being prepared to kill -- as quickly and cleanly as possible -- what I am prepared to eat. Although I do admit to torturing the occassional cabbage, because we all have a nasty streak.
Today was Bill and Maria's Garage sale, and we came home with several bargains, some Mathoms*** and a large number of 'that seemed like a good idea at time'. People are strange! they want bargains... yet bypass the real ones. There were some absolute beauties for sale, and some really odd bits... snow chains (on Flinders. Good for mud I suppose). More vases than Buckingham palace has. I eventually concluded that people like to buy the tat, and are sure there is something wrong with all the good bits. Heh. I think we're going to join the garage sale recyclers here, as at least two of the browsers I have met... having garage sales.
Anyway end result is my tool supply is slowly but steadily no longer utterly pitiful (we have an angle grinder, some bolt cutters, a fence puller, and various other bitsa kit). And we had yet another dentist visit, and a number of good cups of coffee with Molly (my great Dane X wolfhound girlfriend) mum and dad, and a visit to Max-the-border-collie-of-charm-and-sagacity's parents for more tea, before returning to work. It says too much about me that I ID people by their pets... I'm fond of them... Unlike my hounds who stole and ate the raw brocolli I had just picked and put on the outside table. Sigh. Labrador = insatiable appetite.
Despite the howling gale this afternoon James put the new angle grinder to use on the corrugated iron (more scrap) for the Chookabago. In the end the structure will have cost us surprisingly little - except James's labour and some wire. But most of the tools we now have and have scrounged thanks to the sort of friends I seem attract, scrap timber, nails and roof.
"Voila. An Australian dream, we can build a chook-house with hardly any means..."
Yes, actually I do sing nearly as well as I dance. And I can't whistle either.
Anyway, James has been destructing computer and soundsystem bits all over the house, and we are told repairing same. So why are there enough bits to make another two?
*Novella - about 1/4- 2/5 of a novel (usually a novel is 80-110 thousand words, and a novella 20-35K - this is 29 000)
** Novelette - more or less between 10-20 000 words.
*** Read Lord of the Rings.