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We've had a few more wallaby visitors this week. Two of them are the same mum and joey we saw six weeks ago - except that the little guy is definitely too big to hop back in now! You slowly get blasé about these creatures, but they really are great - like jackrabbits on steroids and pogo sticks. They're nervous, like rabbits or deer, and can be persuaded to ignore you even though they know you're there - if you're quiet and still. As soon as you move or make a noise, they startle as if they hadn't seen you in the first place, which can be disconcerting if you're up close - that first startled hop is like a six-foot tall spring going off.
I suspect the reason we've had more pouched visitors is that we're looking after Suzie from downstairs's dog, Bruce. Bruce is so lazy that he's hardly ever wandered downstairs into the front garden while we've been looking after him, so the wallabies feel it's a safe place to bring their joeys for a feed. He's an often dumb, often irritating, and always predictable beast, but he's also loyal and affectionate, and his (sometimes pathetic, but incredibly earnest) attempts to understand what you want him to do have reminded me how much I miss having a dog around the house. Must. Get. Puppy.
We thought the region's biggest monthly craft market at The Channon, 20 minutes' drive South would be a good day out with Bruce. We've been along most months since we moved here, but hadn't noticed was the strict "no pets" rule (it's a good idea, but I think it's the first outdoor market I've ever been to that does not allow pets) so we drove there, but missed out on the market, and poor Bruce had to jump back in the car and sit in the back seat again all the way home with us casting him resentful glances. Next time we go I'll post some photos from the Channon - it's a unique place.
The rest of my Nimbin time was spent pottering and being generally unproductive. This week's DIY SNAFU was my attempt to build a simple step from garden path to patio - after a couple of false starts and quite a bit of head-scratching, I ended up leaving the job and setting aside time to think about it instead: Even the smallest jobs can be harder than it seems to do well, and a step is no exception. I can think of ugly solutions, expensive solutions, and very longwinded solutions - but thus far no simple, cheap, elegant solution.
We are at a difficult stage as we struggle to transition from monolithic full time jobs to multiple smaller sources of income, where we have to remember to budget time for all the additional factors involved - the networking, the tax and compliance crap, and the time-juggling between different clients and jobs. All my other pieces of work (put together) are about to overtake the time I spend doing my "day job", which is a crucial psychological milestone for me - even though it would pull the rug out from under me if I were made redundant tomorrow, it somehow opens up possibilities and options that weren't there before, from the obvious (I can work more hours some weeks, less others if I want) to things I hadn't previously considered (if I'm doing work for six clients at any one time, the chances of making interesting contacts through work are about six times greater - and if the average duration of a piece of work is only a third as long as I used to stay with one employer, it's about 18 times greater).
There is a related factor I didn't foresee about my current weekly commute to Brisbane too - basically I'm jealous of C; because she's in the village all week, she is more involved in local life, and she's making connections and getting involved with local groups and clubs... while I still feel like I'm a commuter-belt villain. But I'm working on it!

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