Another month ends and been in too much shock to whinge a lot but its upon me now. Damn the Council that won't dynamite the URUNGA SEA LIDO and give us a swimming pool again. And wants to pull out fine old trees and create an URBAN CAFE PRECINCT in Bellingen. I feel really gripey at the moment - a mixture of grief, legit protest and a grumbling nature.
I have to find a new place to live and go through all the Dept of Housing begging and pleading and Pension explaining and I feel sick with the very prospect of it. Promises evaporate and dreams shimmer away.
The Phone crackles and I can't hear people talk. The mobiles pick up only at non specific times in non specific places and Internet Broadband is available only right near the towns and telephone exchanges.
I feel old and tired and over IT. Just for now.
I am going swimming with my girl and her girl and maybe the tide will be right. Maybe not.
Tonight I am to do a work dinner for Izzy and I might - or I might not. I don't like the Welfare Industry.
I have recently taken out 2 insurance plans. Probably DUDS as well but the power of the afternoon TV has won. Its combined with my own horror at the cost of having my parents cremated. Each afternoon, serious and concerned advertising people tell me about the appalling burden which will fall on my 2 children when I perish. So I took out 2 mini policies . One for each of them JUST TO COVER THE PROBABLE COSTS of disposing of me.
I do't usually do insurance. except the compulsory car one.
The Ads in the afternoon take it for granted that it will cost at least $5000 to see me off. Therein lies the ugliness of it all. WHY ISN'T THAT ROTTEN TOOTH BEING PULLED OUT ?
In Grafton there was a company called LEAVING LIGHTLY which I gather used cardboard coffins. $5000 for some sad smiles, a few serous faces, a lavish piece of woodwork fancier than anything i my house and 45 minutes in the kind of building I don't even rent or enter by choice.
I have told my kids to do it as cheaply as they can and use the few thousand dollars, if possible, for themselves.
Years back, a doctor in Bellingen told me he was leaving Australian medicine the moment they called it an INDUSTRY. And leave he did. Funeral trade is the same.
I want a box ( cardboard if possible), an AA type sendoff in the local hall and a plot out at Urunga on the hill looking out to sea. $5000 - is a rip off. OBSCENE.
Thank goodness for young German women who raid neighbouring gardens in the middle of the night.