I have been visiting Geraldton (North of Perth Western Australia) four times a year for the past 5 years, so I have become a bit attached to it, the people, the trainees and the workers. The weather is usually pretty good to.
Driving up here this trip it was like spring was in the air, different story driving back though as winter had reared it’s wet and windy head again, in fact it was raining sideways.
The staff at the Comfort Inn is always ready and waiting for me, they look after me, always having a kind work to say stopping for a chat.
They reserve the same room for me each time and have it ready early as I always arrive at around 12pm, this visit the check in paperwork was on the counter as I walked in, they must see me drive up. I expect they have a two-way radio and radio ahead that I’m nearly there, or they have spies on the road. The latter I suspect, remember it’s a small town and they all talk.
The only hitch to Geraldton is the 5-hour drive there and the 5-hour drive back, the less said about that the better.
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I have a few stories about Geraldton but this is one I will not see the final outcome of.
Across the road is a young man who I have observed working diligently every day after work on his property.
I have observed him: (I promise I am not a stalker)
- Plant the lawn
- Feed the lawn
- Weed the lawn
- Mow the lawn (it’s all about the lawn in this town)
- Make a garden bed
- Plant the garden bed in native plants
- Install a pretty swish letterbox (that he made himself)
- Paint the letterbox
- Paint a feature in the garden bed (that he made) (can’t believe I didn’t get a photo of it)
After the outside was finished he moved onto the inside, covering and uncovering the windows each night so he had some light to work with.
- Patched the walls
- Re plastered the walls
- Painted the walls
That’s all I could see here.
This visit he has painstakingly been varnishing floorboards, he set up two trestles out the back on the lawn and very calmly has been going about brushing the varnish on in long even strokes.
As the light goes down he very carefully lifts the boards into the garage, and the next day out they come again for another coat.
I tell you I have great admiration for his patience and attitude. He could be a right Pratt for all I know but let’s not spoil a good story.
In the house behind him I think is where his parents live, I saw dad jump over the wall and chat to the boy. They then went to investigate some tiles under the tarp; plenty of animated discussion, pat on the back and of dad went back to his side of the fence.
Looking at dad’s house it is as perfect as can be, so I can see where number one son get’s his inspiration from. So neat, so tidy, nothing out of place here.
Now the disappointing fact is that next door is a rental, the no carer’s, nay sayers, littered frontage, overgrown grass, don’t you just want to have words.
But no let’s not start a war Rae, as it’s none of your business. Neither is spying and monitoring this young man either, but as I am reading and writing my reports as I glance up I can see him and can’t help but spend a moment or two watching him. I have been doing this for 5 years remember.
I will miss this young mans endeavors, I have been waiting to see if he is going to paint the outside and if so what colour? It’s not a palace but it’s all his.
My friend Liz will have to spy for me ( I mean monitor ). On the trip home I listened to a CD, a bit unusual as I normally listen to a digital book, one song from Fat Freddy’s Drop resonated with me.
What’s the World With No Soul? Geraldton has plenty of soul, that’s all for now. Have a great week, may it be not so cold with a little bit of sun.