The last week has me going from busy to insane in 0.3 seconds.
We had planned for a trip to Tasmania at the beginning of the year, and before we knew it the trip we booked and the hotel we paid for were ready to be taken. So, we spent the last five days traverssing the wonderful countryside of the north of the isle.
Tourist activities such as exploring museams, art galleries, produce outlets and wildife hotspots was fun. The antiques and antiquarian book stores are amazing – with some great pieces and collectables that seem to be hidden from the mainland collectors. The book collections were amazing and my collection grew by over a dozen titles. Not only did my bank balance take a hit and quite a number of other titles have my eye and future paycheques marked towards their future.
However, for me, the view of the farming and agricultural practices was fascinating. The milk and dark chocolate coloured soils, the bountiful and lush dairy pastures and the hgh DSE capacities that the even most casual of glances provided was incredible enough … but it was the little things, like the almost carefree attittude of allowing chickens to free-range the paddocks amongst the fat spring lambs and butterball calves.
The strong biosecurity measures of the isle along with the fact that it is practically free of red fox infestation is an obvious cause of the idealism that these practices betray. So, imagine my shock and surprise when given this, that we would find that there is a slow but steady stream of physical evidence that people have been sneaking foxes and cubs into Tasmania over the last decade. There’s only one word for that … insane.
But as with all breaks, this too had to come to an end. Along with the end of the leave, comes the sudden and harsh reality of returning to a string of tasks and duties.
Without returning the office and the neverending string of projects that it brings, I return to four major assessment pieces for each of the courses I have commited to – from a full programme to develop and deliver a diploma course, the analysis of a full soil test report and even the implementation of a full enterprise OH&S system.
The other projects I self-initiated – the AgTrust, AgNews and other such sidelines – I’ve had to put on pause as I deal with the influx of work.
Then there is the day to day issues of life. A car that started making very expensive noises … which turn out to be the pistons banging into the head, and that comes with a price tag that is far more than the car is worth as scrap metal and spare parts.
Then there is the stress that bills and cash flow outgoings are causing us since our house in Narre Warren hasn’t sold yet. The cost of paying for two mortgages, rent, and two sets of utilities, insurance and all those necessities is draining our cash flows steadily, and we are facing having to make some very tough decisions and major budget cuts to ensure we don’t find ourselves drowning before we realise we have stopped waving.
On the plus side – the wildlife corridor program is progressing, the new house design is getting towards the next stage and we’re seeking to have the planning permits and initiations of both in prior to the end of this year.
So, there it is – a whirlwind of activities, requirements, needs and stresses. That is the perfect storm that is my life at the moment.