Exit.

I just completed my exit interview form. The penultimate question asked why I resigned and whether there was anything the Shire could have done to prevent my leaving.

My reply was:

I am old father William
And it has been said
If I continue to work
They should examine my head.

– with no apology to Lewis Carroll.

 

There are some wonderful sights here.  One appreciates them a little more once one knows one is leaving them behind.

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The sky over Red Hills, Halls Creek, by Patrick Karena.
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China Wall, Halls Creek.
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A Parting Glass

A Parting Glass.

Oh all the money that e’er I had
I have spent it in good company
And all the harm I’ve ever done
Alas, it was done most to me
And all I’ve done for want of wit
To mem’ry now I can’t recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all

If I had money enough to spend
And leisure time to feast a while
There is a maiden in this land
That sorely has my heart beguiled
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips
Most surely have my heart in thrall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all

Oh, all the comrades that e’er I had
Are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e’er I loved
Would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I’ll gently rise and I’ll softly call
Good night and joy be with you all

So, drink a health whate’er befalls
Then gently rise and softly call
And fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be to you all
And drink a health whate’er befalls
Then gently rise and softly call
And fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all

Trad. Arr.

 

One Fine Day

Keke rane leana
Haele la sa vineki
Hake koa sa basioto
Meke zama si asa
Qetu hola si asa.
Meke hegere sa basioto. 

One fine day
The girl climbs up
Perching on the crocodile
And she says
She is very happy.
And the crocodile laughs.

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Ham Soliloquy

Tubby, or not tubby. That is the question.
Whether ’tis nobler in the end
to forgo the sausage and black pudding
and partake of simple grains and celery sticks
or to take umbrage at a sea of custard
and only have the banana.
for in that bacon lettuce and tomato sandwich
who knows what calories may lurk
to linger long and fill our rotund waist
with unseemly adiposity

© 2018 ARF

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I was trying to work “sea of truffles” into it, but I just couldn’t find the words.

 

Polar

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Photo by Paul Goldstein 

Once upon a time, a baby polar bear went up to his mum, as she was preparing seal flipper pie for dinner.
“Mum,” he said, “am I a real polar bear?
“Of course you are, dear.” She answered. “I am a polar bear, Dad is a polar bear, so you are a polar bear too”.
“Are you sure of that? Really really sure?”
“Of course I am sure. Your grandparents are polar bears, their parents were polar bears too.  In fact you come from one of the most illustrious polar bear lines in the arctic circle!”
“Are you absolutely certain? Is there no brown bear, or Kodiak bear, or grizzly bear in me?”
“No dear, you are pure polar bear. If you don’t believe me, ask your dad”.

So the little polar bear wandered across the ice floe to where his dad was fishing.
“Dad,” he said, “am I a real polar bear?”
“Of course you are, son” his dad answered.
“I am a polar bear, Mum is a polar bear, so you are a polar bear too”.
“Are you sure of that? Really really sure?”
“Of course I am sure. Your grandparents are polar bears, their parents were polar bears too.  In fact you come from one of the most illustrious polar bear lines in the arctic circle!”
“Are you really really sure of that?”
“Of course, son. You are 100% polar bear
“Are you absolutely certain? Is there no brown bear, or Kodiak bear, or grizzly bear in me?”
“No son, you are pure polar bear. If you don’t believe me, ask your grandad”.

So the young fellow toddled across the ice floe to the other side, where his grandfather was sitting on a park bench talking to his cronies.

“Grandad” he said, “am I a real polar bear?
“Of course you are, lad” he answered. “I am a polar bear, Your grandma is a polar bear, your mum and dad are polar bears, so you are a polar bear too”.
“Are you sure of that? Really really sure?”
“Of course I am sure! You come from one of the most illustrious polar bear lines in the arctic circle!”

“Are you absolutely certain, Grandad? Is there no brown bear, or Kodiak bear, or grizzly bear in me?”
“No lad. You are pure polar bear. One hundred percent.
Why do you ask?”

“Because I am feckin’ cold!”

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Photo by Paul Goldstein 

Adapted from a story told to me in Auckland by Billy Connolly.

Paradise

“Paradise” comes from the Persian for “walled garden”.

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In My Memory Garden

In my memory garden
At the centre, under hazel
Grows a single shamrock.
A spiral path of babies’ tears
Gravels out through blackberries
Bluebells, balm and celandine
Snowdrops under oaks
A solitary silver birch
Pansies, pinks, carnations.

 

Play here amongst the toitoi
Flax, raupo, tadpoles, frogs
A tree hut in an aged willow
Sliding down a scented macrocarpa
Roses from Home
Daisy, dandelion, buttercup
Gorse and gooseberry
Mushrooms.

 

Turn
Sea-salted pohutukawa
Seaweed, rocks, sandy sedge and sunshine
Ferns, moss, forest and waterfall
Jasmine and jonquil,
Mallow and mint
Daffodil and dahlia
Yellow tulips

 

Turn again
Here are hibiscus, frangipani,
Mud, tides. corals, sands,
Tropical palms.
Crabs and coconuts.
Birds and fishes
Chirping in mangroves.

 

Return;
Kowhai, tui, fantail
Rosemary, rocket, sorrel
Bay and cultivation
Potato, bean and brussels
Moonflower, lily of the valley
Holly, wild honeysuckle, rue
Milkweed and butterflies

 

Wandering now
Wattle, Eucalyptus , bottlebrush and banksia
Jacaranda, poinciana, poinsettia; parakeets
Little dragons and honeyeaters
Spinifex and bindii

 

Turn once more, return at last
At the spiral’s end
A little thyme alone
Lichen, lilies, nightshade
And a standing stone.

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Insight

An insight into my character; I
Am the sort of person who,
If told I’ll never walk again,
Will embrace my never-walkingness
And never walk again.

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Seriously

I fear sometimes I am losing my whimsy.
The Wise man warned me not to let that happen.

Mysterious Ways

Skinners Footwear (Product Placement)

My arthritic knees and spondylosic spine (oh the assonance!) continue to cause me mobility distress.

Pain.  Lots of pain.   Osteopanadol and Pregabalin help somewhat.

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I discovered some time ago that my knee distress was minimised most when I walked  round barefooted.  It was not too bad if I wore flat soled sandals, and was barely tolerable for a short while if I wore trainers.  Pain and distress became impossibly uncomfortable in a very short order if I wore “normal” shoes or boots with heels.

I go barefooted now whenever I can, wear sandals when I need to, and cross-trainers when I must.  Shoes with any significant heel are no longer an option for me to wear.  I guess I might wear them to a job interview if I had one.  Not that intend looking for another job ever again.

Though my young aboriginal friends seem to manage quite well, going barefoot outside the house is not really an option for me and my relatively tender feet.   Here in the rough outback country everything is out to get you;  the rocks, the flora, the fauna.

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I postulated to myself that the footwear I need most now is a rugged pair of socks with a sturdy leather sole sewed onto them.  Simple slippers.  What the Dutch call ‘pontoffels’.  I had some when I was younger.  But I need something a bit more rugged now.

Well the FSM works in mysterious ways.  Not long after deciding I had better make myself some pontoffels I became aware of a new start-up called Skinners Footwear.  Here was a rugged pair of socks with a rugged sole, touted as neither shoe nor sock, but both.  Literally the answer to my problem.

So I have invested in the start up and ordered a few pairs.  I am looking forward to receiving them as soon as our mail system returns to normal and the greyhound bus deliveries to Halls Creek resume after the flooding.

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More information here.