Lea's Kitchen

This one's for Grace, as requested, photos of Lea's kitchen. Taken before I clean up for Lea's arrival in a few days, yikes.

For all of you frustrated comment posters and I know there's heaps of you who just can't get through (well at least one), why don't you email me your comment to beulahstation@gmail.com and I'll post it for you.

See, here's a comment from an ardent admirer that I recieved by email yesterday and my reply. (some language editing was necessary)

"cool Cliff,
looks like you're having an interesting time! i'll be f****d if i can figure out how to reply to your blog, so 1 to 1 my comments must remain!
take care old (mountain) goat!"

My reply:
"Ah young buck,

Can't you get it together technologicallywise? Other people are having the same problemo and I keep trying different settings. Keep trying. By the time I get back might have it sorted.

I've wasted an amazing amount of time f*****g around with learning how to upload photos and struggling with computer stuff.

 I think I'm just avoiding getting down and doing some art. Art, what's that? I've had artistic constipation for years now. Hoping that feeding myself some culture will loosen things up, like castor oil.

It's weird keeping a blog. I can't really tell the world all that goes on inside my sordid brain and how screwed up I feel sometimes. So its sort of a glossing over the surface of what's really happening for me.

Lea's arriving in a week and I'm going to help her with a fountain here in her garden. that should give me some sense of purpose.

How's things back at Limore?"


Today its raining. After stuffing around on this computer for too long, I'm going to attempt to write a real letter with pen and paper to Lesley who is kindly looking after Wedge and my house at Barraba.
Lesley is one of the few remaining humans who doesn't use a computer or even have a mobile phone. So neccesity calls me to find some paper to write on. If I don't make it could someone tell Lesley that I really appreciate her generosity and what a great woman she is? When the world goes back to donkey and cart, Lesley will be the only one not writhing around in agony, suffering technology withdrawals.