Thoughts.

I have lived here for quite a few months now. For those who don’t know, 9 years ago my parents took a job in Tamworth which is *true* country NSW. Just over a year ago now, they got moved here to the South Coast of NSW which is *pseudo* country NSW, and in January of 2006 The Other Half and I moved here to live with them.

Yet still I sometimes feel like this is all just a holiday and soon I’ll be going back “home” to Adelaide. Sometimes life here has this bizzare surreal feeling to it. Sometimes I feel really “home” sick even though Adelaide never felt like home when I was there without my parents and family. Sometimes I feel like Tamworth was home and this place will never be home like Tamworth was to me. I miss Tamworth. I miss the big hills behind my parents house, and how we used to be able to sit out there on any afternoon with the binoculars and watch kangaroos hopping around on the hills.

The South Coast is very lovely, don’t get me wrong. 11kms away I have a spectacular beach which I’ll be walking on a lot when it is summer here. About 17 kms away there are rainforest type mountains which are beautiful (we almost hit a wombat driving there the other day!) and it’s not a long drive to many beautiful places.

But today it hit home to me that I always felt quite safe in Adelaide. I don’t actually feel as safe here and one reason is bushfires. Today there were fires not too far away, and in a place I visited quite recently. I’ll see if I can find some pics of it.. And now there’s things we probably have to consider that we never did before – a fire plan, maybe.

country life, Home

This message may come to you as a surprise..

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What the?

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I got home today and found something odd had happened. What can this possibly mean? It must have some kind of deeper meaning, right? The clock fell off the wall and got broken. Should I be freaked out, or what?

What I will be doing is shopping for a new one.. our store stocks Howard Miller clocks and they are insanely gorgeous. I really want this one –

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Mind you it is $2,500 or so, and it is a floor clock, and it chimes, we actually have this one at work and it sounds sooo classy!

But realistically any of these will do. How to choose? The prices actually aren’t too bad, so one of these may come to me as a surprise and a much more pleasant one than finding my current clock on the floor in pieces! ;(

Home, shopping

More country..

Today I went to the hairdresser.

Back in Adelaide, I was pretty monogamous with my hairdresser. We’d been seeing each other since 1992. She did cuts, color, perms and even eyebrow and leg waxing for me. She also knew my family because their hairdresser was right next to our family business so going to see her was like catching up with a friend. At one point during our relationship, she moved from one salon to another, and I moved salons along with her. She was the only person to do anything to my hair for 14 years though my other half took on the coloring a couple of years ago. Wow, that’s longer than a lot of marriages!

So I’ve been here over 6 months now, and in fact found a new place to get my hair cut through my parents who moved here 6 months before I did. But it’s not the same, people. Of course not, how could it be! :)

But this hair place ONLY does hair cuts. You can’t ask for an appointment, you just show up and take a seat, and the next hairdresser free is the one to cut your hair. I’ve had three different girls cut my hair since I got here. I’m not sure if I am comfortable with this type of relationship. Yes, I admit, it feels a little *slutty*. Plus, I need an eyebrow wax and I have no idea where to go to get one around here. One bad eyebrow wax and you can be looking like a drag queen. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but it’s a little strange.

Let’s not even get into the leg waxing – my other half colors my hair, and I thought well if he can do that, he can legwax as well. He really has too much fun with it, he just loves to inflict pain and we don’t have the facilities for it here, and he makes a heck of a mess with the wax, so I think we’ll call an end to those festivities.

So I guess the hunt is on for a proper hair salon then. A few months ago I got a flyer in my mailbox about someone who actually goes to your house and does it, or you can go to their place and it was within walking distance of here, but I can’t remember who it was or where they lived. In the meantime, I have to get tweezing – it is so much more painful than waxing.

country life, hairdresser, moving on

Quick Blog

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I don’t have much time for anything today, long day at work, then we went out to dinner with a really interesting guy from work. Then I get home to find about 500 emails. This picture you see here hangs on my bedroom wall. I really like it, but my other half says it is not possible for this picture to be real. If the sun was where it is shining on the moon, this would be full daylight. So they must have ‘shopped the moon into the picture. While that is kind of bad, I still really love this picture. I thought it was the moon over clouds for a while, but that’s back when I was not wearing my glasses so much. It’s actually breaking waves.

I am going to try and get some pictures like this from some of the local beaches here when the moon is rising, which are real and not shopped. I have to figure out when the moon is, first. ;)

Even when the lights are out, I can still make out the moon, and the blue “clouds” sea and it is a great image to go to sleep to. I am really looking forward to sleep today. What a contrast from yesterday which was a bit of a downer day, to today with a great dinner with family and with a bloke I found quite fascinating. I’m in a much happier frame of mind.

Snoskred Art, wall art

My Favorite Space

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This is my desk, in my office, which I have to say is my favourite room of the house. Just being in this room makes me feel happy. The pics on the wall are from Ikea and they are pretty ;)

I have three lamps on my desk, and I would love to add more of them. I got the green one for my birthday in June. I have a small lamp obsession going on. I was never allowed to have the lamp I wanted when I was a kid – the pink and the green lamp are exactly what I always wanted. They used to be really expensive but they’re not these days, and given the choice I would have 2-3 more of them around the house. ;) You can also spot a glitter lamp there if you look carefully. I find it quite distracting at times because I love sparkly things.

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I also have a daytime shot of my desk. There’s a couple things different, can you spot them? ;) Put in a comment to say what they are, if you can see them ;) The tree that you can see in this shot is actually the only remaining tall gum tree in the whole estate. It’s huge so I am always worried it will get struck by lightning when there is a storm This whole place used to be trees like that. Now, it is houses, and plenty of them.

As you can see, the houses are not too far apart from each other. That’s so the homeowner can have the biggest house possible on the block of land size they have. The neighbours are actually really quiet but they have a labrador and sometimes he barks a lot.

Environmentally, these kinds of housing estates are a nightmare. They’re not real good for a few other things too. It probably wouldn’t have been my first choice as far as a place to live, however when we moved up here there wasn’t a lot of choices left. It’s also on the same street as my parents house, and a less than 2 minute walk to them, which is handy when you want dinner but don’t want to have to cook it yourself. ;)

We do have a small backyard. The front yard is bigger but the reason for that is there’s a medium sized slope in front of the house – you can see the across the road house is set a little lower. I don’t dare drive the car up the driveway and into the garage, it is a feat beyond me. It’s ok because I never have to, though.

As far as location, this is one of the best as far as closeness to work, also closeness to other places like shopping and the main street and the fast food places. I currently live closer to a Mcdonalds than I ever have before, it’s less than 2km away. It doesn’t make me go there any more often. Oporto is right next door to them and their fresh chicken burgers and potato mash and gravy are simply divine.

Speaking of food, my partner tells me he went to the cafe near work today and they charged him over $10 for a burger and a milkshake. That’s outrageous! What is even more outrageous is that he went there, when there’s been a *boycott* by our staff on for about 4 weeks now of this cafe. I shall have to have words with him. The reasons for the boycott?

The cafe is the only place within walking distance of not only our store, which generally has 30-60 staff on any given day, but it is also the only cafe within walking distance of 10-20 other stores. As such, they really have no competition unless you want to get in the car and drive. And boy, do they hold us to ransom over it. Except for on the weekends.

Every Saturday and Sunday a different local volunteer group has a sausage sizzle in front of our store. One week one of the women who worked at the cafe is there with the scouts. She was told by the woman who *owned* the cafe, not to serve bacon and egg rolls! How dare she tell any volunteer group what they can or cannot do? But the woman felt like she had to, because she works at the cafe, so no bacon and egg rolls from the scouts anymore.

One of the staff members went to get a drink and a packet of chips, it came to $5.05, she gave them $10.05 and wasn’t given any change. She spoke to them about it and they flat out refused to check their till. So she said to them – tomorrow when you do your till and see it is $5 out, you’ll know it was me, but it’ll be too late, I’m not coming back here anymore.

And the final straw for me was – we ate there 4-5 times a week, it always cost us over $20 between the two of us and sometimes almost $30, (when a bowl of soup and toast is $7 and a coffee is $4 you can see how) she never, ever offered us any discount at all (yet expects us to give her discount when she or her staff come to our shop) and I would often order soup but not want the toast, but she always charged me the same as if I’d had toast with it. Like hello, at least make it look like you’re being fair? Then she goes and puts all the prices up. And not just a little rise, either. Some things went up by a dollar or more.

So now, we have to drive somewhere to get lunch or be organised enough to bring it with us. I don’t mind that – and it is actually cheaper. But I did enjoy the break from work, sitting down at the nice cafe and watching the traffic go by. The extra $90-100 a week is nice to have, though. I can buy more DVD’s with it. You can never have enough DVD’s, right?

About Snoskred, Home, things to remember

Beaches

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Here is an example of beach. Sorry, it isn’t the best of shots, it was back in January and there was a bit of a storm and still a lot of smoke in the air from the bushfires. I’m having trouble finding a lot of the pics we’ve taken since we’ve been here, I don’t think they are all on the network yet. This is 30km in the other direction from where I live.

beaches, Gerringong

St Georges Basin

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This is within 30kms of my house, and it is the most tranquil and pleasant place you could spend an afternoon. It’s actually sea water, as you see by the pic the of jellyfish and seaweed in there, too.

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I am hoping we can go boating there this summer – I also have an automatic mailing anytime a house in the area goes up for rent, because I’d love to live there. Click on the pics for a bigger image.

Australia, country life, New South Wales, photo blog country NSW, St Georges Basin

People you know..

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Going from a town where there’s just over a million people to one where there’s just over 23,000 is great in some ways, and in others it is the strangest thing.

For one thing, anywhere you go, it seems there’s a face that you know. When we first got here, there was this guy from the local fish shop who returned a griller to our store, and one of our staff members completely insulted him – well the thing was filthy. I ran into that guy everywhere we went for the next 3 weeks. Walking down the main street, shopping in the supermarket, they were at the next table to us at the local Chinese retaurant, and there was a local airshow, they were sitting within 50 metres of us.

The local paper only talks about local stuff that happens. So generally, when something happens, you know you’re going to find out about it. For weeks there was these loud explosions happening at night time. One day we were driving to work, and there was this kangaroo tail by the side of the road. It looked very odd, not like someone hit a roo and kept going and bits of the roo were left behind, but like it was cut off deliberately.

Two weeks later, both mysteries were solved when the local paper reported that a man had been pulled over by the police for a breath test. He blew over the limit, so the police searched the car, and they found –

– a loaded 22 rifle on the back seat
– a machete
– kangaroo body parts in the boot of the car!

So this guy was going roo shooting – in a populated area, at night time. Thankfully they did not give his name, if they did and then he came into work as a customer, I might have freaked out totally. He doesn’t sound like a nice guy.

We went to the supermarket one day and the woman (clearly not a local, more explanation on that next) in front of us was called out to the carpark because her car had been run into. I said to my other half “well, whatever happened it’ll be in the paper” It turned out her kids had been left in the car and one had released the handbrake, the car was on a hill, and rolled down a slope.

How can you tell if someone is a local, or not? This is absolutely impossible to explain, but you just *know*. It might be what they are wearing, it might be that you’ve never seen their face before, or it might be a Friday afternoon at the shopping centre, and this is where people go to their summer houses for the weekend. They all have city stress on their face – that’s the best way of explaining it. They also usually have expensive sunglasses, and are dressed for travelling.

Fridays, let us get into that for a minute. This town is cut in half by the highway. You don’t want to have to go anywhere on a Friday afternoon, because you will get stuck in traffic. Traffic = people driving down from Sydney for the weekend. For a people who are used to driving from one side of town to the other in less than 10 minutes, to have that same trip take 30 can certainly bring on road rage. You want to get any shopping done well before 3pm – preferably on a different day entirely. Sundays they all go back, so it isn’t a good day to go anywhere either.

Driving – most of the major streets around here are 70kms an hour. The highway drops back to 70kms an hour until it gets out of town then it goes back to 110kms an hour. A lot of the roads that take you places you want to go which are say, 10-20kms away, they will be 110kms. You get used to going faster, and when you can’t go as fast as usual, you get annoyed.

Where would people want to go? I’ll dig out some pics of our beaches for you and post them soon. There’s this stunning beach less than 10kms away from here, and it is the most incredible, unspoiled beach you’ll see. We have a local river, I stood in it fishing last summer, and it was so much fun. Fish nibbling at your toes, but not your bait.

However, me, I long for shops. I never did before when I could go to them anytime – and I rarely did go to them, but now I have to drive some distance for decent shopping, I miss them.

Aussie Culture, country life