It's been a day

 Rise early to warm the house before my daughter gets up for work.  Fresh billets are loaded,  vents opened, nothing.  Add the special diesel and petrol solution,  poof. The cool air is sucked in with a gasp . The hearts builds rapidly.  The catterwauling begins, the pets wanting feeding or to be let out. Facing demands before the first choice of the day.  She comes,  she goes,  unhappy in her job,  there not much positive to talk about.  I try to inflate her feelings but she's not responding well.  

Coffee,  more coffee,  reading Howells and Gash. No wonder I dream of Folkboat! I buzz with hope, knowing my old flakey Wharram is the best I can do.  Ooh too sill am ocean. 

Aggression over offal,  gulping,  locking,  checking each other's bowls.  Then they hare off to chase kangaroos,  chickens and birds.  Bastards! 

The weather lifts my downward gaze,. It's majestic in its subtlety,  faded blue,  chilled breeze,, dark foliage of the trees offer contrast.  Noise from distant engines,  a revhead late for work,. A train going north,  pulling up the grade.  Horses feed,  chores done.  Fuck the floor it can wait till tomorrow,  enough it's enough.  

We go to collect car parts.  If he's driving under instruction,  why does he not listen? Outs quieter if i say nothing, but his efforts at roundabouts are anxiety provoking.  At home again -i eat to repair my equilibrium.

Truck repair is strangely  enjoyable.  A meditation really,  obvious stages,  observing,  cleaning,  filling,  lubricating and assembling.  Finally,  it's done.  Something complete,  a rear outcome in my life,  it just seems to roll from one half arsed tall to another.  Never a full stop, always a not completely sated animal, or a surface that could be cleaner,,  a job that will have to wait,  for ever.  

Askew,  tangential, cockeyed, messy.  A good day.