What I didn’t vote for

I saw something on my Facebook page yesterday that had me shaking my head and I commented (I know this is something I do) but I normally believe people have the right to vote for who they prefer, if the post annoys me I normally hide it rather than comment. But this was beyond the pale, it was a picture of Sean Abbott – who we ALL know would be struggling after the death of Phillip Hughes and the comment was, something like “this is the only Abbott 100% of  Australians are behind” I couldn’t believe my eyes, how disrespectful to Sean and his family, Phillip Hughes and his family and truly in #poorform which was the end of my comment. I couldn’t believe there are people who could use this Australia Changing tragedy and turn it on a politician. Which is also what I said, how could anyone want to turn this into a political statement.

I was telling someone about it on the phone later and I noticed the post has been deleted from its original page as well as from mine. Thank god there are more people out there who agree with me than not. We put our bat out in support of not only the Hughes family but the Abbott family who would be suffering greatly.

I can tell you all what I didn’t vote for, I didn’t vote for any politician to lie to me – they all have both Federal and State, I didn’t vote to see Women behave as badly as the men and I didn’t vote for the men to demote women and still talk about trust, I can’t trust any of them. I didn’t vote for the cuts to the abc, the carbon tax, the ESL tax, the Desal plant levy that increased our water rates, I didn’t vote to have our electricity so expensive more people are becoming disconnected than connected. I didn’t vote for any Government to continue blaming each other for their own bad management and bad behavior. I didn’t vote for the higher education tax, but lets face it, I had to pay my HECS debt off as a single mother with a mortgage and I know my daughter is paying hers off. I know people who have studied year in and year out and haven’t paid a single cent, I didn’t vote up to pay anybody else debts off, I have enough of my own. I am still studying and paying as I go, I owe it to my grandchildren not to leave them with my debts.

I didn’t vote to see children in detention centres, trust me I didn’t I can not believe that they are not even given the opportunity to be schooled whilst they are there, what is that? At least give them an outlet to work their way out of their circumstances. I didn’t vote to be given I didn’t vote for anyone to lose their jobs because of fiscal mismanagement. I don’t recall voting for any person, male or female who can promise anything they can’t deliver.

What I did vote for hasn’t come to fruition, I voted for a free and democratic society,  I voted for whom I thought would Govern  fairly and responsibly and sadly neither party is on the same page as me, neither Federal or State. I didn’t vote to pay excessive ESL, knowing that my husband is in the CFS and Feb last year we (he & I) had to sit in his Ute and watch an enormous fire come out of the national Park that wasn’t maintained properly jump the fence and burn our property. I had to help fight a fire and now I am paying for it as is every South Australian.

All these years these people have in government, either in opposition or in power and not one of them can get anything right, they are so busy blaming each other for bad management they are failing the people who want direction, voted for them on a basic sets of beliefs and principles and we find they are all lacking in the basics of budget and management . There is an election going on in Victoria today and the comment was said to me which one of the liars will I vote for?

Sad indictment of our political parties today. There will be winners and losers, who catch phrase is to know what the people want, when they don’t they get well paid, pensions for life and have no understanding of how hard it is for most average wage earners to make ends meet.


Today is brought to you by the Letter S

It’s that time of the year, it has rolled around fast. We are shearing today, shearers are hard to get and come skilled. It is a hard physical labor work and can be called back breaking, I watched with admiration the skill they have in removing the wool intact from the sheep, pinning them down and holding them without hurting them is a real skill. i have seen my husband do it and have attempted it myself but I need way more practice and strength to hold them down.

Shearers are getting scare and as they age so do the ailments that come with such back breaking work, most get sore backs which is understandable, but it is hard to do this on ones own. we have always employed shearers and tried to make it easy for them. The farmer built a shearing shed (yes from scratch) with the help of my cousins husband Ronnie and one son Hughie, unbeknownst to his mother was placed upon the roof to assist during the build. I had the pleasure of helping to get the roof on, being lifted on a pallet speared by the forks of the front end loader and balancing whilst doing what ever it was I was doing. I assisted when he was standing on hay bales welding things and when the welding rod would drop into the bale it would catch fire.

I remember one day thinking if only it would burn him!! He would stand atop of the burning bale, swearing and yelling at me to put it out. even instructing me to grab a shovel once ( which wasn’t in the ute where he said it was) nor was there any water down there at this time so he had to pat it out with his welding gloves.. funny now sure at the time not so much. Anyway I digress, the shearing shed is now complete and looks great, there is even a toilet and shower down there (not hot water though) privacy under work health and safety to provide workers with these options.

The sheep are Dorpers and though can self shed, we have ones which do need shearing and they are very bare after the event. Shearing is done or many a different reason, to sell the wool clip, to prevent sheep getting fly blown and the wool can become over grown and heavy. Here is one of the shearers ‘Matt” shearing at the start of the day.

Today is brought to you by me

I can’t move the calendar into November, I want to be stuck in October, not that it was a great month (rain wise) but it seems surreal that we are coming to the end of the year. As I assess what I have done this year it amounts to lots of hard work and little reward. I can imagine I am not alone with this thought, there would be many assessing what their options are coming up to the “Silly Season”. Don’t get me wrong I LOVE Christmas, I do the lights, the yard decorations, the tree everything and I am sure the animals appreciate it.

Christmas for us is a rushed time of travel, never do we have time to really relax and get into the throws of it, 3 hour travel to arrive, then lunch or dinner, presents with family and boxing day it’s back on the road and another 3 hour drive to get home. Its summer in Australia at that time and animals need daily checking for water or they can perish quite quickly, something that we won’t allow to happen if we can help it. Last Christmas day we spent with tractor, fire fighter, shovels and poly pipe digging up old poly pipe and getting water to troughs, it was very hot and we made it to Adelaide for dinner. He did say for me to go on my own, but what’s the point of Christmas not spending it with the people you want to spend it with?

We are looking into summer having had little rain so things look very dry around the farm, it’s lucky the farmer is a good farmer and plans as best he can for these contingencies.

November is also the month of birthdays in our family, the most important (in my opinion) is my beautiful daughter and I look forward to sharing a meal with her and a drink. There is also nieces & nephews as well as friends who have November birthdays and more often than not, we can get to have a celebration with them at some stage, not necessarily on their birthdays.

November is the month that most people put 100% effort into and race to the end of the year, Christmas closures and holidays. Me, it’s one of those weeks and weekends, marked by me cleaning up after Pete the dog, whilst leaning over to pick it up my glasses slipped off my face and landed in the pile of pooh and apparently my face said 1000 things, probably lucky that I didn’t verbalise what I was thinking (it was all profanities) and as for Pete, how can you go past this face.

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