Evening listeners,
I am reminded tonight of scenes from old black and white movies where the colonials are being sent crazy by the constant jungle drums. So it is here this evening as the beat thumps from the confines of the shed. God knows what the vibration is doing to their minds! It is the last night of the drumming workshops and being light on for labour Susan has been running around like a madwoman making the soup (curried pumpkin delicious) and bread for the masses. My suggestion that she give the cafe 20 or 30 dollars from the takings to make it, fell on deaf ears.
The rest of the day was uneventful, painting continues slowly across the road and in the office. The cafe is still a bit blacked out along with the outside lights.
We could actually use a drop of rain just to freshen things up and wash some of the chicken poop from the roadways. I never thought I would say that in Tasmania in winter.
Hopefully we will both have a peaceful sleep tonight. I don't know what was in the curry we had for tea but we both had weird dreams. Susan dreamt I was doing nasty things to her and I awoke with her knee in my back trying to shove me out of bed!
night folks
cheers Simon
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