Weekend Coffee Share 16th July 2016


Welcome to a miserable, cold and wet Saturday. The kind of day that all you want to do is curl up in front of a fire (if you had one) with a good book and a dog or two at your feet. That however is not my lot. Instead we have walked twice in the rain (once in the morning and again in the afternoon), driven to pick up my brother from the car hire he was returning then rushing to get to the Justice of the peace for signatures to be witnessed only to find we didn’t have all the paperwork she wanted so we had to rush home to collect that and return in less than 20minutes or she would have left her post until Tuesday. We managed it. I don’t understand beaurocracy. All we wanted was to have our signature witnessed and we took proof of who we were. What she required was proof that we had the right to sign the form we were signing. Surely that is the task of where the paperwork next travels. Anyway, I am not going to whinge as it is done. But come in and we’ll talk over coffee.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that my brother, travelling with his kids, from Switzerland spent most of the week at Fraser Island. It is the largest sand island in the world and for many reasons that you can read about here is a fascinating place to visit. The kid’s had a wonderful time having their first experience of what was to them primitive camping and came up close to much our Australian animals including to their delight a Dingo. They got bogged on the sand roads, travelled the sand highway and generally had a great time. They would have been away longer as they were then going to a coral island in the Great Barrier Reef but the poor weather saw their boat transport cancelled so they came back here. Ghostbusters was a good way to spend the afternoon where they would otherwise have been snorkelling.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that my heart is heavy over the truck massacre in Nice. Words cannot express the sadness I feel for those affected. My nine year old nephew was devastated. He had walked that street only recently and recognised the buildings shown on our news broadcasts recently. I don’t know whether this is the first time he has felt it but he realised that for timing this could have been him. This I think must be a hard lesson for little kids and so many of the world’s kids must be in this position. Gone is the childhood I had. We didn’t have TV and there wasn’t 24 hour news broadcasts. We were encouraged to read the papers as we got older but they didn’t have the impact that constant bombardment of these horrible events must have. Today it must take away what childhood remains. Innocence is lost for a whole generation and my heart goes out to them also and I pray for peace and acceptance of each other sooner rather than later.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I have been a poor blogger this week. As I said last coffee share we are on the move and there is much to be done. I have worked hard all week and have made big inroads. Being a hoarder is difficult at times like this and luckily, as we move often, the amount of stuff to discard cannot get too catastrophic.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I’m hoping to go with the entire family to see the New Zealand film  “Hunt for the Wilderpeople”. It is supposed to be a genre defying film but full of wit and lines open for deep thought. I’m looking forward to it.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I finished Germaine Greer’s “White Beech.” I don’t know that I would be game to recommend it as in parts it was very academic going into minute detail about botanical terms. I did, however, thoroughly enjoy it although I do admit to skimming through some of these sections. There is no doubt that she can write and I wonder though, whether this book is bringing together her field journal, and filling in with history and only a very small amount of personal information. If you like rainforests you’d probably like this.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that is about all for me this week. No hold on. Muffin was attacked at training class. Again, my class joined the advanced class in a tunnel exercise where dogs and owners formed a tunnel on either side. The dog then stayed at one end and the owner went to the other end and called her dog. Muffin and I were invited to have a go. Muffin to my great delight did it perfectly. She sat watching whilst I went almost out of sight. I raised my hands above my head and called “Muffin come.” Like a rocket she came down that tunnel and when she had almost reached me three advanced dogs broke rank and pounced on her. The growling was ferocious. Muffin immediately lay on her back with all fours up in the air. “Don’t worry she won’t bite. It’s just a lot of noise.” said one owner. I hoped Muffin understood that and won’t be traumatised for life over this. Unlike Shiloh who had an altercation in the park she was unharmed.


Muffin’s friend Shiloh (7 months) after altercation in the park

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that it is your turn to tell me about your week. I’m looking forward to hearing what you’ve been up to, what books you’ve read and films you’ve seen. How is your weather? I certainly hope it is better than ours. Thanks to Diana for hosting our coffee mornings. To visit others for coffee 


About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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14 Responses to Weekend Coffee Share 16th July 2016

  1. macmsue says:

    That is one awful photo of Shiloh. Glad Muffin wasn’t a victim.

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  2. Oh, what a week, Irene! I had a week that was fraught with challenges too—mostly it was about appliances packing it in just before the warranty was expired. What’s wrong with these companies? They’ve just gone too far with ‘planned obsolescence’! So sorry to hear about Muffin’s mishap. It is so hard to deal with having your pet injured. I certainly hope next week will be better!

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    • At least your appliances packed it in before the warranty was up. We find most of ours wait until the day after it has expired. It is as though the manufacturer builds them to last one year and one day or whatever the warranty period is. Hope you have a good week next week.


  3. Diana says:

    What a week! I hope that this one is better for you, and I’m so glad to hear that Muffin wasn’t seriously hurt in the scuffle! Hope you got to keep your feet dry in the evening!!

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  4. What a trying week you’ve had. So very sorry about Shiloh; she may end up traumatized for life.
    I dislike moving, have much sympathy for you. Do you have an idea where you’re going? New city or just a new home?
    So, my week: spent 3 days (and 2 days traveling) with our younger son’s family in Northern California, and got to spend time with our two youngest grandchildren. They are still so young that it’s hard to build a relationship with them. We’re hoping that over time, they’ll understand who we are and we’ll have a chance to really be grandparents to them. Right now I feel exotic, as in those plants that don’t belong in your garden. Still, I’m so glad we went and hope we can visit again.
    Dealing with more health issues with my mom. Feels like I’m traveling blind when trying to determine what’s truly in her best interest, as she can’t participate in the decisions.

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    • Shiloh is back without stitches and doesn’t seem to affected. We are moving just around the corner to a smaller place.
      It is so difficult when family live a long way away. Have you tried skyping so the children at least recognise you and you don’t become a total stranger. Nice that you could visit.
      My heart goes out to you with your Mum. Luckily we have made most of the decisions for Mum whilst she can still make the decisions for herself but I’m sure when the time comes we will discover things we didn’t think to ask. And whether they make the decision or you do it is still hard watching it happen. Big hugs.

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  5. I am so sorry for the attack on Muffin and hope she won’t be afraid again. Th a t is an awful picture of Shiloh Kato is better today. All his body functions are working. Have a save moved. Good luck with it. Bureaucracy can be frustrating at times. Glad you solved the problem quickly.

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  6. trentpmcd says:

    Sounds like a lot for one week! Poor muffin, but she did the submissive thing, which I’m sure helped. That picture of Shiloh looks nasty. There are so many interesting places in and around Australia. I need to visit some day. i also need to visit Switzerland, but that’s another story.

    I think one huge problem today is the 24×7 news coverage. It is so easy to get a very twisted view of the world. The Internet doesn’t help.

    have a good week!

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