I haz the tiredz
we have worked our rather substantial arses over the last two days mowing, weeding, cleaning and generally making everything ready for the agents to hold an open house Monday evening for potential tenants. We just hope that people are willing to sign up immediately and that all of the efforts pay off.
I wanted to do some other things this weekend other than getting wind blown and sun stroked cleaning, but them’s the breaks. Hopefully I can start focusing on some farm related activities before the new school year starts and I no longer have any time to scratch my arse for the next six months.
tired eyes be tired
j’en ai trop marre
It is a state of mind that I, like many others here, suffer from.
I am better at helping others than helping myself.
I think a lot of us relate to that.
That said, I realised something today … while it feels like we are all flying without a net, there is one there that those we relate to - are drawn to - that are drawn to us - provide.
Sure, it’s an emotional net.
Sure, it may be thin and spread across the surface of the earth, but it’s there.
It may not be enough every day.
It may be enough most days though.
Right, homework done.
Now to bed - and then a full day of work before I go and do what I hate most … public speaking!!
Like Billy Connelly says, when it comes to fears, public speaking is higher than death for most people. Which means, for most people, the choice is pretty simple when it comes to whether they’d prefer to be in the coffin or delivering the eulogy.
I’d rather not be at the funeral.
But, I digress.
I have to do this, because it’s providing an “executive summary” of my Whole of Property plan for Goodrock Park.
Dreams are hard work!
Also: *whimper*
damn, didn’t notice the pumpkin …
There once was a biped,
Who was seeking a farmstead,
The search was widespread,
And oft was he misled,
His frustration was not unsaid,
It was indeed quite well-read,
But for now his eyes were blood-red,
And there was a thumping in his forehead,
No time to feel the dread,
of the headache coming in it’s stead,
If only I had that lovely redhead,
Who I met that was a premed,
Those words earnt me a spearhead,
When my blonde partner this she proofread,
There was no bloodshed,
Just a comment of my being a blockhead,
And the taking of all the bedspread,
I shall be comforted instead,
For one thing in my future ahead,
That is that I still have the comfort of my cosy bed,
Instead of being told to sleep in the cowshed.
it’s midnight and it’s still 32c/91f
I am going to have an ice cold shower and suck on an ice cube
