October 4th, 2011


It's that time of year again!

Last night I dropped off my first load of stuff to the new house. Luckily for me, the Youth of Today turned up with three of his friends and they helped carry stuff up, so it was way quicker than it could have been. It was the first time he's seen the place in person (so to speak) and now it has Teenage Approval. I suspect the proximity of the roti shop may have something to do with this but yes, he likes it. Booyah.

The other thing that happened last night was that I got a shearing call. Yep, it's that time of year again. This is a new client - turns out one of our local icons, the singing shearer, is now over 70 and sadly, it's starting to reflect in his work that lifestyle sheep are bigger and stroppier than your average septogenerian and I'm beginning to pick up his work as he slowly retires. I'm not sure how I feel about this, but it's all money, right? This one has 20 sheep, she doesn't know what breed they are, and apparently her and the other client I have on her road don't talk to each other. This isn't the first time I've had to be diplomatic about local infighting since I shear all their sheep and hear all their gossip. It's.. part of what makes the job interesting? Anyway, she's booked for two weeks from now, weather permitting. By then I'll be in my house and the essay will be handed in and I'll be all "Yay sheep!"

(I'm usually like this for the first couple of weeks, then it's all *drudge* "Damn sheep i want a sleep in."

Luckily, I ground my gear last weekend in preparation. This involves the biggest bench grinder ever (it's a specialised tool with 14 inch plates and weighs around 45kg so I don't move it much, it lives at a farmer friend's place) spinning at 2200rpm, which makes a particular humming noise once it's wound up, and a particular grinding noise when I'm actually using it. But the weird thing is my reaction as it winds down. See, in commercial shearing gangs where I spent a number of years, gear is ground during the breaks, and the shearers have to queue for the grinder so it's usually running for most of the break. The sound of the grinder winding down is the signal for the end of the break. When it gets close to stopping, there's usually a resonance-vibration starts up and goes "BRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrr - and as soon as I hear that I feel this overwhelming urge to get up and start doing something.

Pavlovian training, let me show you it. Am I weird or do you have noises/smells that make you react like this? Tell me about your Pavlovian foibles!

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How long do you reckon I should give this guy to recognise me officially as an owner before I just bulldoze on in and ask him? Thing is, I need another swipe card for the Youth of Today before next Monday, and I need to be able to disable the alarms on the back doors before Saturday or I'm likely to cause an evacuation at 10am. I don't know how to do either of these things and he's the only person that's officially there to get this information from. He's thoroughly put me off talking to him but I still need to find these things out. Dear flist, please give me an arbitrary time limit to apply to this situation.

Also, I have a secret. It's a nice one. ;-)