Tarpeena Tales 6


You have to have some bad days to appreciate fully the good ones in fact if you only had good ones you wouldnít even know they were good until you had a bad one, I think.

Today is a bad one that reminds me of the good one I had yesterday.

Yes Malcolm Turley, whom I used to work with, had his 30th birthday party yesterday and a good time was had by those who attended.

Well Nuran and I did so I suppose the rest did too although that is an extension of thought that lawyers would frown at. I left the camera behind so there are no pictures of the frivolities for the ďTaleĒ, which was held in Young Malís backyard in Mount Gambier.

A typical Aussie do with loads of meat and drink and loud music. But we were a well behaved crowd that knew the signs of when we had had enough and when to leave to go home. Picture of our home at Tarpeena

I do sometimes have trouble reading the signs but Nuran was there to interpret them for me. Fortunate that she WAS there as we or actually she taxied a couple of guests back home before heading north to Tarpeena and our home.See picture at left.

Young Mal is called that because of our long term association in the Mill store at Nangwarry when the two Malís ran the show. No prizes for guessing that I was old Mal.

It was a more relaxed time then and the store was a meeting place for jobless maintenance men who wanted to stay jobless until knock off time.

We were a team Mal and Me, I the bad ďcopĒ him the good one. I used to try and send the customersback to work, unless they got me talking about football, and they would talk to mal and get him to serve them when they should have been serving themselves. Since the store is about service, it worked well as they got it and I didnít have to provide it. A lot of banter was the order of the day back then but we have both moved on.

Young Mal is an electrician now as the store was never the same once I left- and there is a better career in the trades. The store may not be the same but young Mal is and it was a pleasure to be at his 30th and to give a little speech in his honour.

This speech making is getting to be a habit for me.

We went around the Blue Lake on Thursday and it now has its turquoise blue summer hue - -a lovely sight as you walk or drive around it, just in time for the Christmas tourists. That was a good day, Thursday, shopping and spending Nuranís money ready for the Christmas family meals. Less than a week to go.The weather was brilliant and the car had received itís once a year polish. I donít know why they invented a once a year car polish as it would seem to be a self limiting marketing strategy but Iím glad they did. Nuran did her obligatory slide down the bonnet on the car to prove how good the polish was and we headed off to town.See picture at right

picture of nuran sliding down car

Friday the septic tank was cleaned out. They call it de-sludging and the council does it on a regular basis for health reasons. I donít think itís that healthy to empty some of it onto the back lawn but that is what happened when the hose broke open at a connection. Lovely smell and healthy for the lawn I guess but not we humans. Anyway the apologetic and apoplectic contractor cleaned up the mess and hosed down the lawn and the rain which pelted down that afternoon was just what was needed. But no picking up dropped chops on the back lawn for a while.

Next door wanted to know where their tank was so the contractor could clean it too and after a couple of hours digging we found it!

The lids exposed now ready for the contractorsvisit and I bet itdoesnít get covered again! Once you head into retirement spending two hours digging is not what the body is used to! A few home brews afterwards helped restore the fluid levels and the humour. Itís great having a neighbour that makes fine home brew too! That was a bad day that ended up a good one.

Letís hope the good ones keep ahead of the bad and this day is not that bad as vitamin B in the form of vegemite on toast has set me on the way to a full recovery.

You got to go through the bad ones to get to the good ones!


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