January tumbled about with chaos and excitement as we moved and set up our new home. The days began early, ended late, and every night when we fell into bed, our little esky-cottage looked more and more like “our place”.
February sizzled with unrelenting heat, and new routines and responsibilities that were both fabulous and baffling – you will truly laugh at this, but I honestly thought “drenching” must have involved showering goats from head to hoof :-0 Frankly, that would be easier than trying to squirt worming medication down their frantically jerking throats!
March dipped up and down with moments of such pleasure and more of overwhelming angst. Ah March you seemed such hard work at the time. And yet, just last night, I watched the film “Defiance” and thought about the atrociously awful things people not only endure but survive then go on to create new lives of meaning and love (this is not to diminish the terrible long term effects such trauma can imprint on people). It was a very humbling reminder of the privilege we live with in this time and place. And how perhaps, when life is physically so very easy, I spend far too much time wandering about in my mind. I don’t have any answers or conclusions. I’m just very thankful to be here right now and the recipient of much love and good care.
April brought much needed calm. Our home was comfortable. Our animals were settled. Our routines were both simple and delightful.
Throughout all of this, the mere thought of working outside of our home as a nurse was way too much! At first, I scanned the job advertisements every week, hopeful I would find the perfect fit. By March I no longer looked because I didn’t want to find a job I’d feel obliged to apply for.
When I was finally ready to call the person responsible for bank nursing – a casual position where I can pick up the shifts which suit me seems like the ideal compromise at the moment – in April, it just so happened they were interviewing that week! Noah and I headed straight for town. Noah printed out my resume and application at the local copy store whilst I tried on interview outfits, with Noah arriving just in time to give the final thumbs up. The interview went well.
One question asked how I would care for an elderly patient with end stage lung cancer, who had been transferred from a nursing home to hospital with a chest infection and decreasing mobility. It was incredibly satisfying to think about how best to meet this character’s needs. I thought of all the very similar patients I met and assessed in the cubicles of the Emergency Department, and the big and little questions I had to find answers too, all the while making the patients feel as safe and comfortable as possible. Then of all the patients I nursed upstairs in the wards, their failing bodies, their spirits almost always endearing (sometimes bitter), and their hourly needs. If the interview panel had demanded, I would have cheerfully written them a paper on the topic. It felt so good thinking like a nurse again.
Since then, there has been an enormous amount of slow moving paperwork to complete and submit. Along with blood tests for immunisation levels, immunisations themselves (I think my immune system is incapable of generating antibodies to HepB), police checks, working with children checks … Hopefully it is all done now and I’ll hear next week what the next step is.
And now it is May. Almost half way through the year. In just over a month, we will be celebrating the Winter Solstice and feeling all excited as the days begin once more to lengthen. Oh my.
While the time speeds by and the job application plods along, I’m finding plenty of opportunity for all sorts of little crafty projects. I’m painting, and knitting, and crocheting, and embroidering, and sewing .. frankly it’s beginning to feel a bit frivolous at times! But I’m making the most of the opportunity to trawl through all the fabric boxes that are sitting in the shed, finding just started projects along with those that only need an hours or so work before they are done and ready!
This week, I pulled out a lovely linen/cotton blend wrap around skirt I started almost 2 years back. I remember really loving working on it – especially the pockets – they were so satisfying. But then, just before adding the waistband, I tried it on and it was too big. Sigh. So it was shoved to the back of the pile. Now – being a bit larger then I was then – it only needed the seams widened before it fitted just fine ;-) Then – on with the waistband – which was a bit tricky because I couldn’t find the directions – only the pieces – so had to bumble along best as I could. After a couple of false starts it worked.
Then – well you know me – more is always more. So I whacked on a lovely big hand crocheted doily that I recently bought from the oppie for just $1 and sat down for a day’s embroidery. It was one of those projects that was a delight to start and then hours and hours of increasingly tedious repetition. However, I was determined this skirt was NOT going back into the never never pile, so on I plodded. Oh I’m so glad I did! It’s exactly me :-)
And I whipped up another basket – one for egg collecting. Tried the coloured stitching again – I definitely like it with just one colour but this one has a few too many stops and starts for my finicky eyes. I added some rickrack – which I will never do again – it is soooooooo difficult – a looped handle which I adore – and a little appliqued and cross stitched egg. Because why not?! I have plenty of time at the moment!
Julian had asked for the egg basket – and he requested some kind of lining that the eggs would nestle into and reduce the chance of breaking. I thought about it for a while before realising that STRAW was the perfect solution. That’s what the chickens and ducks use – and when it gets a bit manky, I can tip it into the compost and add a fresh layer.
I have to confess, when I looked at these photos, it did remind me somewhat of Marie Antoinette dressing up to play shepherdess in the beautiful little “farm” her servants built for her to play in. Hmmmm …. then I remembered all the time I have up my sleeve and reasoned why shouldn’t the egg basket be lovely! As long as it is functional, it can be as sweet as I like – and Julian thinks it’s highly useful so there!
Now – well the day is cool and grey, the chores are done, the last of the paperwork has been emailed … there’s plenty of knitting to finish and what’s that? I think I hear some patchwork calling!