December 31, 2013 by Seamus Curtain-Magee
The Mamanator and the kids have been in Melbourne since Friday, leaving me alone to work on a bunch of projects around the house and especially the yard. Today is Monday and the family will return tomorrow. I’ve had 4 days on my ownsome, and I had a long list of things to get done in that time.
One of them was to write a couple of posts, but I discovered something. It is hard to write about your family when they aren’t around. I thought to myself “I’ll have oodles of time to put something special together”. Then I stared at a blank screen. The cursor blinking at me furiously, as my brain proved to be blank.
Oh I did plenty of other things. Have a quick look
I half built a chook house.
I sawed and split a not insignificant amount of wood (this is almost half of it…)
And I went around in my protective gear smelling of sweat and two-stroke from the chainsaw.
So I wasn’t left idling at my wit’s end. I did stuff, had stories to tell about how horribly incompetent I was with the axe on the first day, and how it suddenly got better this afternoon as I worked out the correct technique. (There is little in life as satisfying as splitting a log in a single stroke. Trust me. )
I could relate my experiences about how one thing you should spend money on if you’re doing hard work in the yard is good gloves. My cheapies failed miserably….
I could talk about how the last few days have made it crystal clear to me that I am no longer in my 20s.
But, honestly, I don’t feel like it. Because….
I miss my family. There. I said it. I admitted it. I’m a man, and I have emotions. I’m not in some sort of single guy heaven where pants are always optional. I’m not playing loud music, drinking beer from 1pm or watching cricket non-stop (disclaimer: I did watch some cricket, I mean come on it was the Boxing Day test).
No. In the words of Dusty Springfield: I don’t know what to do with myself… (da da da da – that was the trumpet bit. Sounded great in my head). The house feels empty.
And, right now, this blog feels like it’s missing its muses.
Still everyone’s back tomorrow.
So I guess I should put my pants back on by then.