A feeling of restlessness overcomes me with a strong urge to write.
I would like to especially write about the children – to exorcise certain passages of my life and to explain to them why things happened as they did.
Of course, we’re guilty.
We’ll always be guilty.
Also, I would like to write a recipe book for the children of the favourite dishes we have made and enjoyed over the years, so they can cook them for their own families.
There are so many little stories I want to write about – the story of Barbara being one of them – and never mind if they don’t get into print, it would be a challenge.
So many women these days are writing about the relationship between men and women and their “search for identity”. Johnny says this phase should last a long time because men and women are interested in each other and will continue to be so. I wonder if equality is a middle-class preoccupation vigorously pursued by female graduates?
Right now, the path I have chosen is to finish Computer Science this year and revise basic maths next year.
Today is Sunday, an extremely lovely sunny day, warm outside but almost cold inside. The earth is damp from three days of rain and the strong winds have tattered a few of the pigeon-pear bushes.
Barbara and I worked in the garden for a while. The shallots and garlic are nearly ready to harvest and the peas and beans are sprouting. I hope we have a good crop of vegetables this winter, the plants shouldn’t be too difficult to maintain.
Marcello and Monika are getting married while on holidays in the Atherton Tablelands and Karen wants to go. We weren’t invited as they will take their vows while on holiday up north; they seem pretty keen on the idea.
25th May 1981
A constant pain in my head has spirited away any gardening pleasure.
Mum and I sat in the Women’s Rest Centre, an excellent circular building on the riverbank with large windows and a verandah. The tea was lovely and the woman who is in charge of the service is always friendly. Mum used the lavatory and didn’t see the sign saying there was a charge of five cents a time. When I pointed it out, she tried to shove five cents into the money box for the Blue Nursing Service! Managed to stop her just in time.
We thoroughly enjoyed our time at “Vinnies Boutique”, fossicking about in the second-hand goods. Nathaniel loved the swing and slide in the church garden. The place was packed with people looking through rack after rack of clothes. As always, I checked the books and found several histories of chemistry, advertising, communication and rockets. They were slightly damaged, presumably from rain, and a little smelly, but apart from that the print was fine and the pictures, especially the old diagrams, were exquisite.
On the way back we stopped at Boyen Valley Saw Mill and picked up some free firewood. Cedric has quoted $50 for a truckload.
The afternoon was spent at home with homework, dinner and more homework.
Dinner was very pleasant with the family in a good mood over their lamb chops.
26th May 1981
Today I must sort out the Progress Association minutes and see Sam for the meeting later in Rockhampton at 7:30 pm.
After unloading firewood from the Land Rover, I made scones and cakes for afternoon tea and curry and dhal for dinner. Barbara will be pleased.
Had lunch with Johnny and caught up with the homework group.
There is always something to be done, today was no exception, but it seems a bit of a messy day with no long, quiet stretches.
- This journal entry is part of the My Mother’s Voice – Journal Series and based on the journals of my mother.
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