Tuesday
Oct252005
Quiet Day on the Farm
Tuesday, October 25, 2005 at 07:01AM
Monday, October 17
Had a bit of a hike today and a long chat with Tim's mom but really just a pretty quiet day. Out and about the farm, reading my book, looking at maps.
Apparantly the big spider from last night was a rain spider because yanno, it comes out when it rains. Or, a huntsman, if you want to get technical.
I forgot to mention earlier that pretty much everyone here calls me Jenny, which is fine but normally it's only my family that calls me that and it sounds sort of unnatural when other people do it. Well, when they do it in Canada. Here, with quite young people calling me Jenny it seems right and I sort of even feel like a Jenny.
Whatever that is. A younger, gentler version of myself I guess.
Tim always introduces me as Jen but, as he explains, Australians don't seem to like one-syllable names so Tim becomes Timbo and Jen becomes Jenny. He put it in an interesting way - Jen isn't self-completing.
What other little bits have I got in lieu of anything exciting? I got an email from Matt yesterday, which was weird since I was in his city at the time. In fact, the whole thing is a bit strange and a little sad. The old Jen, she would call him and see him because she misses his companionship and a little would be better than none but this Jen that I am now knows it would only cause more pain.
I just tried to explain that in about 10 different ways and I can't so the best I've got is - I don't want to put myself in a position where I can see just how much he doesn't care. Or, if I'm being gentle with myself, just how much he refuses to. But whatever way it's put - the crux of it remains that I wasn't to him what he was to me.
There's just no getting around that one simple fact.
Will we run into him at some point? I guess it's possible and it would be fine I think and I say I think just for the simple fact that I really don't know how it would be unless it happened. I'm sure however, that if I said to whoever I was with that I had to leave, then we'd leave and that is really all I need to know.
I'm inside hiding at the moment from my entourage of flies - there's about 15 that have followed me all day - crawling in my eyes and up my nose and it's actually quite insane-making. They're not big flies but it's the crawly they've just walked through sheep-shit factor that's the most disturbing. Along, of course, with never beeing able to get away from them.
It's funny how all the tourism stuff never mentions the FLIES THE ENDLESS FLIES GAHHH, isn't it?
Had a bit of a hike today and a long chat with Tim's mom but really just a pretty quiet day. Out and about the farm, reading my book, looking at maps.
Apparantly the big spider from last night was a rain spider because yanno, it comes out when it rains. Or, a huntsman, if you want to get technical.
I forgot to mention earlier that pretty much everyone here calls me Jenny, which is fine but normally it's only my family that calls me that and it sounds sort of unnatural when other people do it. Well, when they do it in Canada. Here, with quite young people calling me Jenny it seems right and I sort of even feel like a Jenny.
Whatever that is. A younger, gentler version of myself I guess.
Tim always introduces me as Jen but, as he explains, Australians don't seem to like one-syllable names so Tim becomes Timbo and Jen becomes Jenny. He put it in an interesting way - Jen isn't self-completing.
What other little bits have I got in lieu of anything exciting? I got an email from Matt yesterday, which was weird since I was in his city at the time. In fact, the whole thing is a bit strange and a little sad. The old Jen, she would call him and see him because she misses his companionship and a little would be better than none but this Jen that I am now knows it would only cause more pain.
I just tried to explain that in about 10 different ways and I can't so the best I've got is - I don't want to put myself in a position where I can see just how much he doesn't care. Or, if I'm being gentle with myself, just how much he refuses to. But whatever way it's put - the crux of it remains that I wasn't to him what he was to me.
There's just no getting around that one simple fact.
Will we run into him at some point? I guess it's possible and it would be fine I think and I say I think just for the simple fact that I really don't know how it would be unless it happened. I'm sure however, that if I said to whoever I was with that I had to leave, then we'd leave and that is really all I need to know.
I'm inside hiding at the moment from my entourage of flies - there's about 15 that have followed me all day - crawling in my eyes and up my nose and it's actually quite insane-making. They're not big flies but it's the crawly they've just walked through sheep-shit factor that's the most disturbing. Along, of course, with never beeing able to get away from them.
It's funny how all the tourism stuff never mentions the FLIES THE ENDLESS FLIES GAHHH, isn't it?
