Mundane Meditations

My view at the moment is of water gushing over the remains of a weir, built in 1881, as the first water supply for the town of Forbes, on the Lachlan River and is a peaceful spot to have a long weekend break between visiting branches in two of our 30 Groups of CWA NSW.

The view or its origins did not determine what I intend to write about other than contributing to the lure of the sunny veranda on which to spend time just contemplating the universe and another week of visits. Which led me to thinking about having to wear pantihose again; earth-shattering topic I know, but it spoilt my peaceful ponderings, let me tell you! That and chainsaw man across the river intent on securing his firewood from the very large trunk of a fallen gum tree. It sounded like he needed a bigger chainsaw … or a smaller tree!

Back to the pantihose, which were originally invented by a man for his pregnant wife, that little gem defies belief because nowadays they all seem to be manufactured with waists suitable only for shop window manikins.

After extracting the pantihose from their wrappings and dextrously removing the ever-present cardboard from within one leg that often threatens a ladder before you start, the acrobatics of donning said article begin. Then, just when you think you’ve accomplished the impossible, you realise that somewhere between toe and groin the stocking has twisted and you will be in danger of cutting off vital blood supply unless the situation is rectified.pantyhose-cartoon

It’s now taken twice the allotted time allowed for dressing, blood pressure is rising and a personal power-surge is imminent. However you soldier on and manage eventually to haul the offending garment into place only to find the waistband, supposedly designed to “hold” your bits in place is so tight your bits are moving out!

Like many my weight has mimicked the good old yo-yo over the years so I have tried various sizes for various shapes and even trialled using a larger size than I needed. That just ensured I spent the day self-consciously hitching and tugging to not only remove the wrinkles from around my ankles but also to encourage the gusset (to be politically correct) to return to its intended position!!!

Conclusion; smart pants and fake tan = less stress here on my sunny veranda.

Why am I wasting my time and now yours on such mundane thoughts?

There is little else to occupy my mind at present that is not depressingly sad, exceedingly boring or even more ridiculous than my aforementioned musings. Besides what else does one think about whilst feeling drowsy in the sun, watching water endlessly fall, froth and sparkle?

sparkly water

Vale Sarge

Last night Marc wrote on his Facebook page “RIP big fella. You were not here long but you were the best mate a bloke could ask for.” Our big beautiful Sarge had a penchant for running close to the front of the vehicle and on Monday morning his luck ran out.

Sarge (3)Sarge came to us as a gangly, golden, goofy, gorgeous puppy just two years ago and when I say puppy it is a bit ‘tongue-in-cheek’; by some dog standards he was nearly full size when only 6-8 weeks old, almost as tall as my knees (no short jokes accepted).

Those of you who are regular readers will recall my earlier post about our ‘D’ team where I introduced Sarge (aka “Scoob”) as the multi-cultural dog who lived up to his nickname and liked to share the swinging seat with Marc; he was an important member of the Pest Control Pack (PCP) and the only one who could slap his lips together when he shook himself.

Sarge would quiver with excitement as Marc approached with his protective collar and breastplate – my vivid imagination decided he was thinking; “This means time with my human, running fast and catching feral critters. EXCITED!!”

Sarge and Marc (2)The nick-name “Scoob”, obviously derived from his likeness in manner and intelligence to the infamous Scooby Doo, was bestowed upon him when we (perhaps incorrectly) thought that he was taking a long time to learn “doggy” habits and vehicular etiquette, among other things. By way of example; it seemed to take Sarge a considerable time to master the art of lifting his leg, especially when he had Marvin and Chip constantly leading by example. I now think it just took him a while to master his balance – I have never seen a dog pee, in one spot, for as long as Sarge could!!!

His soulful look, with that one droopy eye, could melt your heart. His ability to be in the way whilst you were trying to get out the door, could drive you to distraction. His pricked ears, joyously wagging tail and instant excitement at our arrival were equally matched by his protective, menacing gait and low growl as he circled the car of strangers – until they were given the all-clear from us and he was formally introduced! Then he would want a hug!

As with all animals (treated correctly) his zest for life, loyalty and love for us, particularly Marc were so much bigger than his stature.

We think he is now learning to fish with Marc’s mate Charles and when they are bored with that activity they’ll be chasing those flying feral pigs.

RIP Sarge (2)

 

See you, Sargey.

 

If These Walls Could Talk

 Potts Point 1957

CWA building, Potts Point, 1957

Life is full of coincidences and I have written before about those that existed between the purchase and eventual sale, of our Potts Point property. The same has held true for this tale.

The last State Executive Meeting is being held in the Auditorium at Potts Point this week, hence the late blog, so I thought I would delve into the archives to find when the auditorium hosted its first meeting of this committee and what was discussed within its walls, compared to now.

The new Administrative Block and Handicraft Headquarters were opened on 4th May 1957 by the Governor of the day, Sir John Northcott. The story in the June edition of The Country Woman was titled “The Nerve Centre of CWA” and the State President, Joan Lander, commented that whilst “the heart of the Association is in the country, the nerve centre will be in our new Head Office building.”
The first Executive meeting commenced on 18th June 1957 and one of the agenda items was a letter from Inverell Branch regarding passes for blind people so that their “seeing eye dogs” may accompany them when travelling on trains. The Executive of the day resolved to support this suggestion for “all methods of transport”. A further request went to the Minister for Health regarding the appointment of part-time nurses for baby health centres in the country following complaints about lack of staff in many areas.

The committee carried a further resolution recommending “that wherever possible a series of six lectures in home nursing and ….first aid be instituted with practical demonstrations to be undertaken by our Branch Members”. The following paragraph to this motion says there “was general discussion on the matter” and “… after considerable discussion” support should be given to first aid being taught in schools.

Fast forward fifty eight years where our Joint Patrons, His Excellency General the Honourable David Hurley AC DSC (Ret’d), Governor of New South Wales and Mrs Linda Hurley were invited to attend afternoon tea with the members of the Executive Committee. Unfortunately a last minute change to plans prevented the Governor from attending but we had a delightful forty five (informal) minutes with Mrs Hurley.

The decisions we have made this week continue to reflect our determination to address issues that affect our communities and whilst we no longer actively participate in “front-line” provision of services, we can fund those who do. The Committee agreed to partner with several like-minded organisations to support programs aimed at reducing drug and alcohol addiction, training for rural professionals dealing with victims of domestic violence and a study investigating the role of hormones in adolescent health, behaviour and wellbeing.

Whilst we may be moving “the nerve centre” our focus and our ability to adapt to the changing needs of our society will continue so that the President of CWA of NSW in 2073 can hopefully relate a similar tale in whatever form of communication exists then.

Tanya Cameron & Mrs Hurley

Tanya Cameron & Mrs Hurley