Tuesday, November 21, 2006
More news as it happens ..
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
It is hard to permanently dampen my spirits on fly-home day. It is extremely lovely to be home now, and when I arrived I was greeted by so much bounty: for one, our flat seems like a spacious palace compared to the donger I stay in on site, and for another, Hayden has stocked up on all sorts of things I like to eat, plus many extra and extravagant birthday gifts.
Third, we have bounty in our tiny balcony garden: a fat green tomato, three lemons nearly the size of lemon-shaped golf balls, an enormous jalapeno chilli, basil enough to supply the world with pesto and a mysterious something growing keenly out of the compost pot. I have my suspicions about what it is, but I’m going to try to make sure before I tell.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
You'll agree it's ironic that the thing most appealing to me about working out at the mine is its surrounding landscape - of course, the landscape is the thing that is most altered by the activity of mining. I've been assuming that you got that.
It did strike me rather bluntly though, this morning as I was clearing all my old photo's off the work computer.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
I did catch it on the radio today. I had driven around to the other side of the pit from where the office is, to the West side where the truck drivers sit around in between times, smoking and flicking through FHM. There’s not much over there, just dirt and flies and huge machinery and picnic tables in the 40° sun, so I went directly into the crib hut to see a bloke about the whatsaname, and when I came out, my car was full of miners! About five of them had zoomed in there like flies; they were sitting in silence with the aircon and the race turned up on full. I sat in there and listened with them, but without much interest as I hadn’t even entered the sweep. It cost $50 to enter – and who’s got $50 to throw away on some horse that runs slow? Oh, miners do. People who get paid sh*tloads to work out in the middle of nowhere, that’s who.
Saturday, November 04, 2006
I think I mentioned ages ago that my job at the mine site is finishing up. So why am I sending you a picture of the sun coming up from behind a pile of dirt? Because there has been another bushfire at our door, and it has been making for the most beautiful sunrises.
Like many temp jobs, this one is stretching out just a little longer than anyone anticipated. I think I said at the start that it was only going to be two months..