Hello again!

Blasting out of the ether after about 18 dormant months – the longest break since 2002 – am I even going to detail what’s gone undocumented? In brief dot-points:

• mid 2020 bought block of land in Franklin, Tasmania
• spent two and a half years trying to get the documentation together to build a house – still waiting…this time it’s a hydraulic engineer’s report
• during that time M and I split (AMICABLY) and continue to co-parent. He’s on the boat, I’m on the block in my caravan, Smalls are in between both.
• both Smalls began going to school with variable success
• M, the Smalls and I are sick to death of our housing situation and see no end in sight; this has led to us starting to think laterally about our building options and…
• escaping Tasmania for the Winter of 2022 on Bella Luna. It feels like there’s nothing to stay for…
• which isn’t quite true, but another Winter without a house feels untenable.
• in July 2021 (after I became a caravan-dweller) I got the world’s best dog, ‘Uli’. He died on 14 February 2022 when he was hit by a car.
  Cue: devastation from all of us. He is buried on the block.
• a month or so later, still devastated, I was driving through NSW and got another dog – ‘Miso’ and it seems it is possible to mourn and delight at the same time.

That’s a general summation leaving out all of my extensive house-sitting, my work for BookLady, my now non-existent job in an organic shop and my nascent career as a house-cleaner.

None of these exist right now anyway because as I type this I am in the middle of Bass Strait on a ferry to Melbourne. I had to delay this for a week due to having Covid and living in my caravan-isobubble for seven days feeling relentlessly exhausted, non-functional and occasionally breathless.

My van (on which there will be more detail later) is down in the hold with Miso inside. Despite leaving her water and food and a dried pigs ear I do believe she is probably unhappy. We are heading to the Mothership’s house tonight where the Smalls arrived four days ago via aeroplane. Due to Covid I missed all their Easter shenanigans and I’m not wholly sorry. Easter continues to baffle me.