Nothing has escaped the wet. The towels don't dry as where do you hang them. The floor is a bog as the dog and children run in and out. And the washing, well what can I say. If only going nude wasn't illegal. The washing continues to pile up with more than usual as everything gets covered in mud. I am beginning to think I need to buy a lottery ticket just so I can wash and dry our clothes. At $3 a machine load and then $1 for 10 minutes in the dryer you surely only wash when really necessary. I did two loads of washing the other day to find myself $20 worse off. I hand wash on a regular basis but in this weather they never dry and where does one hang them.
To top things off the tent has sprung a leak at the seams and a bird, bless him, sat on the roof and tore a hole in the top, providing us with our own personal shower. No prob I thought as I siliconed the hole just as the tent zipper broke. Solution - layby a new tent that is 25 feet long. Three large rooms to move around in and a little privacy with internal doors that zip up.Beats the van, now just to find the money to pay for it! Does anyone know a company willing to swap a tent for free promotion?
So how does Good Gabble continue to get published in such a little space that is wet. This has been a challenge that we have actually enjoyed overcoming and one that has given us focus and sanity. My notebook is my savour as I sit in my corner of the bed with it on my lap typing away and answering emails. Of course my mobile sleeps snugly under the pillow I am leaning on. My baby girl sits beside me with her box of pens and pencils, paper and her "my first computer". She talks to herself as she writes and types telling mummy that she is working on her Good Gabble. It is actually quiet peaceful and sweet, showing us how she feels she fits in to this mad world we now call life.
So that covers the compiling of Good Gabble but during all of this the time to print catches up with us. What to do? The printer must come out of hiding and we must lay newzine after newzine out for stapling and mailing. A solution is always close by. In between showers we pile printer, paper, computer, envelopes, stapler and, of course, the coffee and cups into the car and drive down to the camp kitchen. What a blessing! Two large tables, power, a kettle and heaps of room to move. There is even a television, which we do not have by choice and have not seen in weeks. Celeste spreads out happily on the floor with her cars and teddies. The cleaner comes in, takes one look and with a smile comments on how busy we look. Never loosing the opportunity to promote Good Gabble we set about explaining what we are all about and offer him a copy, another bonus. By the end of the day we have not only had an enjoyable time chatting to all who use the camp kitchen but we have Good Gabble printed and ready to post. So when reading your hardcopy of May Good Gabble smile and think of the challenge and enjoyment that went into getting it from my computer to your door.
So who am I to complain about the rain for rain is a blessing from the clouds. With the drought not far behind us the rain is really a welcome gift. I sit, freezing and wet, and think of all that need this rain. The plants, the animals, the earth. Life as we know it relies on this precious commodity so the washing can wait and we can amuse ourselves. Things will dry out before we know it. The sun teases us occasionally. It is when the sun shines and the flowers bloom and the rivers run that one sees the wonders of nature.
As it rains I enjoy the simple things in life that we to often overlook and don't appreciate. The racing of the raindrops down the window, the snails, big and small, the frogs that croak and the slugs that leave a trail. We giggle with joy as we jump in a puddle and the water sprays up our legs. We study muddy footprints, wondering where they lead and who they belong to. We sit for ages admiring and talking of rainbows and pots of gold. We dream as the sun glistens off the autumn leaves. But most of all we share our little space, our haven, when we would otherwise be running here and there too busy to care.Rain - life sure would be boring without it.
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