Storm

Well finally arrived after 3100km and fuel filter dramas. Never knew Nissan Patrol had a small fine metal filter in top of injector pump!

The allocated unit in town would not let us have our dogs! So we have come about 12km out of town to part of old station property (now 850ha) but was around 8500sq km.

Government Management

A Japanese company and an Australian government corporation decided to have a canoe race on Lake Burley Griffen. Both teams practiced long and hard to reach their peak performance before the race.

On the big day, the Japanese won by almost 1.5km! The Australian government corporation team was very despondent and depressed and decided to hold an investigation into their performance.

An investigation team, comprising of senior management and external consultants was formed to investigate and report appropriate actions. Their conclusion was that the Japanese team had 8 people rowing, with 1 person steering. The Australian team had 8 people steering and 1 person rowing.

To prevent another loss to the Japanese, the Australian rowing team was completely restructured, with 4 steering supervisors, 3 area steering supervisors and 1 person rowing. They also added incentives for the rower to work harder.

It was called the “Rowing Team Quality First Program”, with free dinners, trips, and free pens for the rower. They discussed getting new oars, designed a better canoe, and other improved equipment, extra holidays, and training incentives for the rower.

The following year, the Japanese won almost by 2.5km. Humiliated, the Australian management team sacked the rower for poor performance, stopped development of the new canoe, sold all the paddles and oars, cancelled all investment programs for new equipment, The money saved was paid to the management team as bonuses, and the next year’s racing team was outsourced to India.

Rain! At Long Last

Well it had to happen. At last the skies have delivered some much needed rain. Rainwater tanks now overflowing, and dams have some water. Not full yet, but getting there slowly.

Top Dam
Top Dam being checked by Buster and Lucy.
From January rain
House dam after January 2020 rain event.
House Dam
House dam still filling after 40mm storm in February 2020.

An update – after 68mm last night, the dam is about to run over! And yes, I have moved the pump to higher ground!

Dam now within 300mm of being full and running over – first time in many years.
house dam, looking from spillway back towards the house.

dogs in inflowing water
Buster and Lucy playing in the water. They just love playing in it. The overflow/spillway is about 1.5m up, to the right of the dogs, where the clay patch at base of tree is showing.
dogs at damaged creek crossing
Dogs (Buster and Lucy) checking out the damaged creek crossing. Looks like another job to be done with gravel!
Dam on new property.
Dam on new property, Buster the red cattle dog checking it out!

House Dam Cleanout

The dark patch is the deep part of the dam, full of silt!
Before we started the cleaning out process.
Doesn’t look like it, but about 2m silt to be removed.
Nearly 2m of silt removed on the other side, slowly working back towards house.
Starting tidyup.
Bogged. Properly. Not mine but on neighbour’s place.

A Cowboy Joke

A cowboy rode into town and stopped at a saloon for a drink.
Unfortunately, the locals always had a habit of picking on strangers, which he was.

When he finished his drink, he found his horse had been stolen.
He went back into the bar, handily flipped his gun into the air, caught it above his head without even looking and fired a shot into the ceiling.

“Which one of you sidewinders stole my horse?! ” he yelled with surprising forcefulness.

No one answered.

“Alright, I’m gonna have another beer, and if my horse ain’t back outside by the time I finish, I’m gonna do what I dun in Texas! And I don’t like to have to do what I did in Texas!”

Some of the locals shifted restlessly.

The man, true to his word, had another beer, walked outside, and his horse has been returned to the post.

He saddled up and started to ride out of town.

The bartender wandered out of the bar and asked, “Say, partner, before you go… what happened in Texas?”

The cowboy turned back and said, “I had to walk home.”

The Cobra and the Axe

A carpenter went home after shutting down his workshop, a black poisonous cobra entered his workshop.

The cobra was hungry and hoped to find its supper lurking somewhere within.

It slithered from one end to another and accidentally bumped into a double-edged metal axe and got very slightly injured.

In anger and seeking revenge, the snake bit the axe with full force.

What could a bite do to a metallic axe? Instead the cobra’s mouth started bleeding.

Out of fury and arrogance, the cobra tried its best to strangle and kill the object that was causing it pain by wrapping itself very tightly around the blades.

The next day when the carpenter opened the workshop, he found a seriously cut, dead cobra wrapped around the axe blades.

The cobra died not because of someone else’s fault but faced these consequences merely because of its own anger and wrath.

Sometimes when angry, we try to cause harm to others but as time passes by, we realise that we have caused more harm to ourselves.

For a happy life, it’s best we should learn to ignore and overlook some things, people, incidents, affairs and matters.

It is not necessary that we show a reaction to everything.

Step back and ask yourself if the matter is really worth responding or reacting to.

Lets treat people with kindness even if they hurt you.

People that show no inclination to change, are best handled with silence and prayer.

This story can help us take some good decisions.

How Poor We Are

One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live.

They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.

On their return from the trip, the father asked his son,

“How was the trip?”

“It was great, Dad”.

“Did you see how poor people live?” the father asked.

“Oh yes”, said the son.

“So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.

The son answered:

“I saw that we have one dog and they had four.”

“We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the garden and they have a creek that has no end.”

“We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.”

“Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.”

“We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.”

“We buy our food, but they grow theirs.”

“We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them.”

The boy’s father was speechless.

Then his son added:

“Thanks, Dad for showing me how poor we are.”

Be Masters of Our Mouth

Once upon a time an old man and a young man were living nearby.

The old man spread rumors that his young neighbor was a thief.

As a result, the young man was arrested by the police and brought to magistrate.

Days later the young man was proven innocent.

After been released he sued the old man for wrongly accusing him.

In court the old man told the Judge:

He just made comments, didn’t harm anyone..

The judge, before passing sentence on the case, told the old man:

Write all the things you said about him on a piece of paper.

Cut them up and on the way home, throw the pieces of paper out.

Tomorrow, come back to hear the sentence.

The next day, the judge told the old man:

Before receiving the sentence, you will have to go out and gather all the pieces of paper that you threw out yesterday.

The old man said:

I can’t do that ! The wind spread them and I won’t know where to find them.

The judge then replied:

The same way, simple comments may destroy the honor of a man to such an extent that one is not able to fix it.

“If you can’t speak well of someone, rather don’t say anythıng.”

Let’s all be masters of our mouths, so that we won’t be slaves of our words.

Bread and butter

There was a farmer who sold a pound of butter to the baker.

One day the baker decided to weigh the butter to see if he was getting a pound and he found that he was not.

This angered him and he took the farmer to court.

The judge asked the farmer if he was using any measure.

The farmer replied, your Honor,

“I am primitive. I don’t have a proper measure, but I do have a scale.”

The judge asked, “Then how do you weigh the butter?”

The farmer replied:

“Your Honor, long before the baker started buying butter from me, I have been buying a pound loaf of bread from him.

Every day when the baker brings the bread, I put it on the scale and give him the same weight in butter. If anyone is to be blamed, it is the baker.”

What is the moral of the story?

We get back in life what we give to others. Whenever you take an action, ask yourself this question:

Am I giving fair value for the wages or money I hope to make?

Honesty and dishonesty become a habit. Some people practice dishonesty and can lie with a straight face.

Others lie so much that they don’t even know what the truth is anymore. But who are they deceiving? Themselves.