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Things That Don’t Happen in Sydney #1

Only out here in the back of buggery, can you find yourself with long grass in the backyard and a mate with two goats needing a feed.

 

 

 

 

These goats spent a few weeks in our yard late last year. They ate very little grass, but our trees were well stripped in no time at all.

Today, we have a mate with two horses needing a feed. We also have an overrun backyard.

 These babies are actually feasting off the ground and not above their heads. Win! We might just save on lawn mowing this time around. How’s your Sunday?

Jelly Joiners and Bum Burners

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It’s been a full-on couple of days. We took the kids out of school on Friday for their opthalmologist appointments, which meant taking a trip to Wagga Wagga, which is our nearest city. A bit of trivia for you: Wagga is the largest inland city in Australia. I didn’t know that until we moved to the country.

Good parts of the day included a professional confirmation of my son’s colour blindness, sushi for lunch (something we took for granted living in Sydney, but it’s a treat for us out here. Still trying to perfect making it at home with varying degrees of success), beautiful weather, Garbage on the car stereo and being together as a family.

Low points of the day were: my son vomitting four times, my son running a nasty fever and not really coping with being out and about and getting home and realising I’d caught his nasty bug.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Usually on the way to Wagga, we stop at this cafe you see in the pictures: The Jail Brake Inn. The name used to irritate me no end, because I always felt it should be jail break. I wondered if it was a play on words, but thought no, couldn’t possibly be. Not until my partner convinced me after two years straight arguing that you brake to stop there. Fine. It must be that, then.

When we first stopped there in the morning on the way to Wagga, we’d already stopped several times because our son was threatening to vomit, and didn’t. By the time we pulled up to Jail Brake, he had. At least it was well-timed! My partner grabbed a few snacks and drinks for us, and we headed off. He mentioned to me that they were selling this snack called the ‘Bum Burner’, so we agreed that on the way home, we’d stop by and get one. We also got these cool Jelly Joiners lollies, which blew us all away at how you could interlock a banana flavoured lolly with an orange one for example, and the combination actually tasted like bubblegum. Being a sunny yet freezing day, my man bought himself a Jail Brake Inn beanie and a matching beer holder simply because he’s an impulse buyer at times.

If you’re wondering about the Bum Burner, first off, yes it does. Secondly, I didn’t try it, but my man did. He has the deteriorated bottom to prove it. The Bum Burner is a disgusting looking beef jerky type of sausage with a ton of chilli in it. As much as I love chilli, I loathe meats that are preserved in this way, so it was that which deterred me from trying it, and not the spiciness. Which is funny, because out of the two of us, I’m the one obsessed with hot foods. I will tell you honestly, I could’ve eaten that thing and it wouldn’t have done what it says on the label to me. No hot food ever does. Just call  me Iron Butt.

Today, my man and I woke up feeling like zombies with our son’s lurgy. We had to get groceries, as we’d been already putting it off for too long. Because my old slow cooker (or crock pot, whichever you prefer to call it) died last year, I decided it was time to pick up a new one, so that should make life a bit more efficient again, as we wait for an oven and stove. I predict there will be some slow cooker recipes on here in no time.

We arrived home after that, and had a lovely (well, as lovely as you’re going to get feeling as sick as we do) afternoon with the kids, curled up on the lounges with blankets, watching Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (old school version). I loved seeing the kids ooh and ah and gasp with wonder at all the amazing things in that movie. We ended up realising that we’d better feed the kids some dinner, so had beef rissoles and that cabbage thing I cooked last time that flopped. It also flopped this time, despite my adding bacon. This time, I chopped it too finely in the Thermomix, so it came out looking like a weird mash. Still tasted good to us oldies, though. I didn’t expect the kids to try it, and they didn’t. I will conquer it! I so much want to have it the way I used to do it in the pan. Sauteed and wilted. We also had some couscous, and later for dessert, I made that chocolate fondue I’ve mentioned before. The kids go beserk over it, so that kind of made up for the crappy cabbage. After dinner, I threw the leftovers into a potato and leek soup in the Thermomix, which my man and I will enjoy for snacks and lunch. I just can’t stand the waste.

How is your weekend going so far? Also, have any of you guys ever seen this Bum Burner before? Would you be game to try it?

 

 

Tree Change Resources

When we told friends of our plans to move to the country, there was a mixed reaction. Over time, we found ourselves being asked the same questions, over and over again:

‘What will you do for work?’

‘What is the medical help like out there?’

‘What if you don’t like the people out there?’

… and so on.

For starters, when we moved out here, my partner wasn’t and still isn’t working for medical reasons. I think it was this that gave us the courage to make the leap. I have done some freelance work out here since we’ve moved, and we’ve discovered many jobs that are available out here regardless. I will admit though, that when we were asked about how hard it is to find work out here before we moved, we drew a complete blank. We assumed there wouldn’t be much. But what can I say? People live and work out here.

We’ve found the medical help available to us out here to be superior to what was on offer in Sydney.

The people out here are lovely. No, of course we don’t get on with everyone here, but we’ve never lived in a town where we did! I always found that an odd question.

I still like to google around about tree changes, mostly because we’re living it and anything we can learn is always a big help. I found these two fantastic sites on the subject, and am kicking myself that we didn’t know of them before we planned our big move!

The first one is Country Change. This is a Riverina (NSW) based site, and I plan on coming back to it many times, as I can see it’ll be a great way for me to find fun things for us to do as a family. It talks about ten great reasons to go country and gives a lot of info about how to actually choose a suitable town and make the relocation work. This site also helps you to arrange a tour/visit to the Riverina to check it out for yourselves. Man, I’m jealous! I could’ve used all this info, seriously…

 

 

The other site with insight into the good old tree change is Evocities.

 

 

This is a fantastic site too, but focuses more on actual cities of NSW it’s more of a city change than a tree change, really. It focuses on helping you with career issues, lowered cost of living and more opportunities. Because we moved to the middle of nowhere, it probably wouldn’t have been as much help as the first site, but I still would’ve found it helpful to read about regardless.

I agree with many of the claims that both sites make; making the change lowers your cost of living dramatically and honestly, our kids have a much better life out here than they did back in Sydney. To give you one example of how cheap it is out here: we were paying $200 a month just on car insurance before we moved out here. So, that’s a Sydney price. As soon as we moved out here, we decided to add house and contents insurance to our car insurance. We nearly fell over when we heard that for all three of those things, the total was only going to cost us $80 per month! The receptionist who signed us up over the phone was nearly hyperventillating in shock! So, there’s one little example of how much easier things are for us out here. Of course, there are negatives as well, but I think if anyone is struggling financially, stress-wise or for any other reason in the city, I’d highly recommend at least considering the idea of a tree change or city change.

Have you ever considered a tree change? What would you want to know about it?

A Date With an Assessor

I mentioned on facebook this morning that our damage inspection for fire and flood damage was today. Now, we’ve had decontamination cleaners in and absestos removal. If you’re interested in seeing what our place looked like the day after the fire, you can look at this gallery. As you can see from the photos below, all of our destroyed belongings have been cleared out, and asbestos has been reefed out as well.

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Because we had asbestos removed, our laundry ceiling fell out. Because the ceiling fell out, the pigeons that were living in the roof are now crapping all over the laundry, the hall, the office and shop. It’s disgusting and we need this sorted quickly. Sure, we stay in the nicer part of the house, the live-able area. But we need to use a laundromat once a fortnight which just isn’t practical.

The longer this sits here not being repaired, the more damage gets done. More parts of the ceiling fall out. When it rains, it floods more. Yes, this is a very whinge-y post today. I’m sorry. I felt that the assessor today was fantastic and thorough. What angered me though, was that he pointed out so many things that the man who did the preliminary inspection days after the fire, had left out! When you’re faced with this much damage, the thought of large parts of the repairs being overlooked by the insurance company is frightening to say the least. We’re happy with the insurance company as a whole, but all it takes is one person to not do a thorough job to put us on edge.

It’s been four months since the fire. We have still not had a painter, electrician or window repairer visit this house for a quote. We’re trying to be patient and positive. There are many good people working on this, but we just want our lives to go back to normal now. We looked into renting elsewhere at the insurance company’s expense, but because so many people in NSW have been flooded, particularly in our area, many rentals have already been snapped up.

I’m going to try to get some patience back, but all I can say is it’d better bloody be worth it.

 Other Reading:

Our House Fire

Our House Fire Part 2

 

A Country Stroll

As a died in the wool coastal girl, there’s one thing I miss and it’s a gorgeous, headland walk! Sometimes when I need to get a taste of nature, I’ll try to emulate it here in the country. I go across the train tracks…

This is tumbleweed on the train tracks here. Now it’s Autumn, this stuff will soon be everywhere, rolling around until it gets caught in corners. When it’s caught up in bulk, it looks like a pile of fluff.

Past the dams…..

and the farms…

Then I turn back and walk right on home. Very simple: walk out, go straight ahead, turn around, come back. Don’t forget to enjoy all that wide, open sky whilst you’re out.

Time to Rest

It’s the first day of school holidays here. Some are enjoying it as ‘Good Friday’. You’ve probably guessed, we’re not. But there is definitely a holiday vibe here regardless. Are we going away these holidays? No. We’re just happy to slow down and relax, get things in order. My man and I have been relaxing on our front veranda, and this is our view. Because the place we live is much like a ghost town, you’re looking at our main attraction. The drawcard that ensures tourists and travellers always stop: the rest stop, the public dunny. Across from the rest stop is the general store, where you can buy your newspaper, collect your mail (we don’t have fancy things like mailboxes here), buy a drink or some hot food.

There’s also an antique store, but the general store is the main attraction. Anyway. We sit on our veranda on this, the first day of the holidays. There’s more cars on the road, and for a change, they actually seem to be in a hurry. We even saw a case of road rage today which was very unusual out here. There are vans: quirkly, cool, retro vans, well-travelled daggy vans, with stickers plastered all over, and high-end, luxury vans. All passing through to the promise of a fabulous holiday. Some have bikes or boats strapped to them.

The tired travellers get out and stretch their legs. Bored teens pace around the rest area with their mobile phones, cursing the crappy reception out here. A school aged boy stomps on the gigantic bull ants and I silently cheer him on. A different bored teen sits in her family’s car with the door hanging open, staring at my partner and I. My man, who doesn’t like to be looked at at the best of times, gets stroppy and asks me, ‘why does she have to stare at us?’ I said, ‘well, she’s probably shocked to see actual people living here. She’s probably wondering why the hell you’d live out here and how do we stand it.’ He laughed and agreed.

Out here, we can feel the holiday buzz passing through, only stopping long enough to take a pee, stretch its legs, make a phone call and grab a burger. Sometimes in the holidays, I see this activity passing by me and yearn for a holiday away. This time though, I’m tired. I want to have an Autumn holiday, snuggled up at home, sheltered from the worries of the world. I collect old papers and cardboard boxes and burn them in the fireplace. The kids exclaim once again with fascination at the flickering flames, as they always do when a fire is on. The sun is out, there is a chill in the breeze outside, but inside it’s toasty.

I want to lounge around these holidays, interspersing my time with bursts of getting this home in order somewhat. Maybe I will knit. Once the fireplace cools down, Sookie, our large cat will lay on top of it and not move a muscle until the steel box is stone cold again. I will make hot soups, hot chocolate with marshmallows and other comfort foods. I might lay back with a good book and dream about taking a holiday away in the Spring.

What will your holidays look like?

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