I’m really starting to get into this blogging thing. I hereby resolve to blog every day for the next month.
Well, here she goes. This morning I had oatmeal for breakfast. Then I got into me trusty truck and headed out to look for pests. Then I … not so easy this everyday bit.
Keep wanting to add to this journal, but too busy with pests.
Finally got back to a book I started years ago, Bachofen’s Mutterrecht. Seems pretty archaic now, but still has currency with the frequent articles on discoveries of ‘Venus’ or Mother Goddess figurines. I hope to get to Cynthia Eller’s book next.
Well, the month came and went without much writing. Basically, trying to live online while working offline is too much trouble.
Finally we have a chance to take Laura, Ethan, and the whole staff on an outing to Cairns for some diving. Looking forward to being on the water tomorrow.
We had a magnificent day on the Great Barrier Reef today. Here is Laura on her first dive. Look at that giant clam!! Almost nipped her toe. We saw lots of fish.
We’ve been having too much fun to spend time posting. But today we saw some coral that was so amazing that I had to put up some shots.
Just a few of the many fish we saw while diving.
It never ceases to amaze me how routine inspections of pestilence can reveal hidden gems. Recently we were called to a two story home because of a cockroach infestation and we found the place a mess of strewn packages of clothes, fabric, household-goods, newspapers, magazines, books, etc. But among the detritus we found a book entitled The Lives of Animals from 1893 and to my great surprise and excitement it contains a drawing of corals.
I am reminded of several previous engagements, such as the apartment in downtown Sydney where we found fabric imprinted with insects or the house on Robinson Street which was jam-packed with a huge variety of art works and other objects. I find myself increasing drawn to these artefacts and wish I had more time to understand their inner meaning and the place they held in the minds of those that created and collected them.
Yesterday Laura and her team reported that some of the staff were concerned that the smells noticed in the vicinity of the cavernous areas where we set rat poison several years ago were an indication that these pests have returned. This has made the situation with Ted Wilson whereby we are prevented from inspecting these areas untenable. I spoke with John who tried to reach Ted and found him on the ferry headed home. It appears that Ted has become increasingly erratic and spends much of his time in the ‘cave’, even sleeping there. The staff consensus was to forcibly remove the lock and enter in order to conduct the inspection, but nothing had prepared us for the experience that ensued.
Even as I write about this tonight I find myself immersed in the mysteries of this cave, reliving the experience as if I were still there. The sweet smell of beeswax mixes with the odour of fertile, humid soil. My eyes resist the dimness of the cave and I rub my face. I look around in this uneasy environment and see a workspace, crammed with tools and a section of soil in the back. It looks like an excavation. The walkway I am on leads me past buckets, tubs and tools, piles of slabs of beeswax and a makeshift desk full of uncleaned, earthy artefacts. I find myself standing in front of a honeycombed section of soil, at eye-level with cavities and tunnels that branch deep into this earthen wall. The hollows compose a larger form, something like a mould of a human female figure. Am I the only one who is seeing this? What is going on here?