The 23rd of March marked the second anniversary of my arrival in Katanning.
The 29th of March marked two years since moving into my little flat.
What have been my achievements? First and foremost I have made some friends. I have people I can talk to. A year ago I was still wondering if that would happen. Still, these things take time. No hurry eh?
Thanks to the marvels of modern fabrics, work uniforms and an otherwise slovenly attitude, I have not lifted a clothes iron for two years. The ironing board is a handy surface for storing stuff.
I have lost three pairs of glasses, (possibly four now) and two cellphones (possibly three). I must have another look around before I confirm the tally.
I have bought and sold one motorcycle, I bought a car and a second bike.
I have ridden 6,500 km across Australia on the first bike, and 4,500 km up and down the State on the second.
I have raised frogs from tadpoles. In my garden I have possums and reptiles.
I have remained celibate and unattached. I see no changes likely in that department. My knees are holding up, my kidneys are leaking and I am probably diabetic. We shall know more soon.
I have had some cheek-splittingly smiley days when the whole world is my Happy Place, and I have had many days of darkness. It still takes very little to bring a tear to my eye.
I have missed the company of my children more than I can say. That alone is enough to bring a tear to my eye.
I recognised that I have depression and started taking the pills. They don’t make it go away, but they enable me to see the humour in life’s little ironies.
I have forgiven those who trespassed against me, and I ask forgiveness for any trespassing I may inadvertently have done. If I contributed in any way to your unhappiness, I am truly penitent.
I have consolidated my philosophy and beliefs, and recognised that I am a firm, you might almost say devout, atheist and in fact have been since the Marist Brothers and Fathers mangled my education. It took 45 years to appreciate it, and develop the courage to say so. It is very liberating, because now, I know that other than my friends and family there is no one I need to thank, no one with whom I must plead, and no one I can blame.
That is my philosophy: Shit Happens. Sometimes it is Good Shit, sometimes Bad Shit. But the point to remember is that it is all just Random Shit. The only way not to drown in it is to just keep swimming – with the additional forlorn hope that if you have been decent enough, kind and caring enough, when you are really deeply in it, you can entertain the possibility perhaps that there will be someone who will in turn care enough to take pity and help you out a little. Just don’t count on it.
Wow. The 23rd of March marked the second anniversary of my arrival in Katanning. Sometimes one just does not know where a sentence may lead.