FaRm-tAsTiC

Arrived in NZ on the 31st March, two black cats in tow. Unpacked (mostly) and have been living in our free farm house, thanks to Uncle Benny (Justin's new employer) for just over 2 weeks. Moving is about as painful as any experience can get. I give it a pain score of 9 and a half out of ten.
Now we are feeling a little bit more settled. We have TV *tick*, broadband *tick*, landline and mobile *tick*, farm dog *tick*, functional killing house *tick*.
We definately are not in Kansas any more Toto.
So far we have managed to spend thousands of hard earned dollars on just the basics. It is amazing how much money is actually sitting in a pantry cupboard with just the bare minimal of necessities. Of course we have had to get a few miscellaneuos items (ie. slow cooker, wheelbarrow, new car) which have made a dent in our profit from the Rose St unit sale, but what can you do?
The cats are happy enough, especially in front of the fireplace. They have mostly forgiven us for the flight and quarantine ordeal which left them both a little bit more than pissed. But home is where the food is, so here is home.
Roger has killed thrice already so he has already paid for his ticket and for Lucky's. Didn't really need the bloody mess at 6am this morning outside our bedroom door, but took on board the fact that this is supposed to be a real gift of love from our feline male hunter.
Will be beginning my new midwifery job next Wednesday at the local (45 mins drive) rural hospital. Will be looking forward to a change of pace by then I'm sure. Farm life is good, but working in a job you love and being switched on is better. To put it another way, I think as a farmer's wife full-time you would become a very good baker, and woodchopper. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Have met the only neighbour that we have and I give our future friendship the thumbs up. A strong individual with the capacity to do ten things at once. My kind of woman. I can foresee many a laugh and drowning of sorrows together over middle of the range NZ sav blanc's.
The weather has been kind to us thus far, but today we had a small taste of the misery yet to come. Grey drizzle and howling wind that threatens endlessly to bore into your psyche and depress even the most optimistic soul. It won't have much of a challenge with me I'm afraid, I'm not even going to try to fight it. I plan on embracing the meloncholy and writing painfully depressing songs on the guitar about it that will be able to bring the happiest of people to their God forsaken knees.
Slow cooker has been on for 2 hours now, dinner is scheduled for 2300hrs tonight; just as well we tend to eat late.