A blog of the Freer Family's adventures and misadventures emigrating to Flinders Island, Tasmania, Australia, and settling there.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Oh to be luddite, it's a life that's good and free...
I must admit to a yearning to become a luddite. To say no, I will not sort out my website. I will spend no more time hunting for passwords. But we need to make this work. We do still need some income... Oh well, I made roo-tail stew on the combustion heater this evening. With foreign ingredients from the old country - baked beans. And dumplings. Not bad for a handful of flour and the rest out of the garden, or the nether end of a 'roo. Well, wallaby. It's been raining all day, and I did go and scout a wild turkey roost, but I am being a woos about trying pulling them down. Maybe tomorrow night, when it isn't raining.
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I'm glad you decided against ludditedness (is that a real word?). We are close Dave, I swear.ReplyDelete
I think it's ludditry... at least that sounds appropriately ludditious :-)ReplyDelete
Mike, I think you're starting to become luddled. :)ReplyDelete
Don't be turning all reclusive writer on us Dave!ReplyDelete
It can be a pain trying to keep up with everything though.
The 'luddite' punnage is becoming rather luddicrous :P