Ain’t doin nuttin.
Saturday is a lay day. Yesterday I drove into the property in the morning, tomorrow I leave in the afternoon. Today is the only get up go to bed on the property day. In the media they call it a slow news day, a day when they dust off some story about a three legged dog or turtle farming in the pacific or some such because there isn’t much else happening. Now, enjoyable as it is to be out here, ‘naked on the face of the earth’, lol, there isn’t too much to write about and although I am new to the world of blogging I have read enough to know that although some find recounting their daily events inspiring to themselves it may not be quite as captivating to others. ‘Got up this morning and put my slippers on, walked to the kitchen and turned the jug on to make coffee like I do every morning. I always like two sugars in my coffee and on Sundays there is nothing better to read the Sunday paper but today I drink my coffee and then brush my teeth…always use bottled water, and then…and then… and then’. No, save me from this verbal diarrhoea.
Now, one of the things I like about coming out here is doing nothing. Yep, I love to drive three and a half hours north of Katoomba down many kilometres of dirt road, through cattle paddocks and creek crossing to arrive and do nothing then later pack up and go home. You know, doing nothing ‘is’ doing something. Not everyone can do nothing. It is a practiced art and I am fairly good at it. We have all heard said that the world has become so hectic these days and as our standard of living, measured ironically in purchasing power, increases we are becoming time poor. Cash rich/time poor. Everyone seems to be expected to work longer and harder and society seems to drawn us into a momentum. Time is precious. So, when many come to a remote location like this it can be a little confronting. No mobile phone, SMS, internet, dial a pizza, video shop, computer games. I have seen people come out here at a total loss at what to do. We seem to be programmed to be doing something. We wake in the morning then set about with the things that need to be done. If nothing needs to be done we find things that need to be done. We need to keep the momentum, to move forward, keep active. I suppose I use my time out here as a punctuation mark, a place to briefly take a pause, stand still for a moment then move forward. It is a place where doin nothing is doing something.
Now, one of the things I like about coming out here is doing nothing. Yep, I love to drive three and a half hours north of Katoomba down many kilometres of dirt road, through cattle paddocks and creek crossing to arrive and do nothing then later pack up and go home. You know, doing nothing ‘is’ doing something. Not everyone can do nothing. It is a practiced art and I am fairly good at it. We have all heard said that the world has become so hectic these days and as our standard of living, measured ironically in purchasing power, increases we are becoming time poor. Cash rich/time poor. Everyone seems to be expected to work longer and harder and society seems to drawn us into a momentum. Time is precious. So, when many come to a remote location like this it can be a little confronting. No mobile phone, SMS, internet, dial a pizza, video shop, computer games. I have seen people come out here at a total loss at what to do. We seem to be programmed to be doing something. We wake in the morning then set about with the things that need to be done. If nothing needs to be done we find things that need to be done. We need to keep the momentum, to move forward, keep active. I suppose I use my time out here as a punctuation mark, a place to briefly take a pause, stand still for a moment then move forward. It is a place where doin nothing is doing something.



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