Well I have finally found out that many of the protestors who attended the Council meeting were not even vaguely interested in the matter at hand but actually have their knickers in a twist about negotiations presumed to be going forward between Council and the proponent in relation to future management of the neighbouring Mill site (no wonder Council doesn't want to deal with them - I can't imagine their psychic powers are up to that). So I have suggested that that particular interest group direct a request to Council to have a meeting specific to their concerns and that they recognise that if negotiations are in fact going forward they will get a better response if they just set out the outcomes they expect Council to be seeking. Sigh.

My elderly neighbour arrived yesterday with family in tow and we had a good chat. He returned the roll of lino I gave him some time (damn, now I have to get rid of it myself) and we discussed house prices. I recommended he ask $180K which surprised him but my arguments seemed to convince him and he has already told someone that is the asking price. He seems to think the place is already sold but I suspect the 'mate' in question was just one of the usual vultures who circle around in such situations. I have also suggested the two real estate agents who actually seem to work for a living in these parts, and he is happy to take my advice on that. I now have the key to his back door so I can let myself in and he has my phone number so I can do that at times when lighting the fire or allowing access to necessary visitors is desirable. I have to say he is looking a lot healthier than he has for some time - the hospital food certainly seems to boost health in the elderly. But he is having memory lapses and gaps so he has definitely made a good decision and seems very happy with it.

Heavy rain this morning and occasionally during the day limited activities to the house.

The chilly morning yesterday was a bit of a shock, and it felt like snow. Not surprising when a peek out the kitchen window revealed the residue of snow on the bales of mulch piled near the garden bed. Today, on the other hand, was relatively mild.

I did get some washing done yesterday which was a bonus, but tomorrow will be nasty - very nasty by the looks of it. Fortunately I seem to have finally achieved the necessary skills to keep the fire, if not burning, at least smouldering overnight so I have hot coals available to urge life into the next day's fire.

A trip to the tip pretty well rounded out my day's activities for all that.

How time flies!. Thursday last week I attended an evening meeting which proposed to establish a Midlands branch of Tasmanian Women in Agriculture. I was the only attendee who is not in agriculture, but at least I half qualified, haha. It was all very sociable and seems to be a good idea. It is being driven by young women - mainly in their thirties - but has younger and older members and I know a fair few of them so it's all good. There is also a move to re-establish the Kempton branch of the CWA but that is a bit further afield so I am not sure if I am keen on that.  Good to see the younger folk bringing a resurgence of interest in social networks in the country.

It was a wet rainy night so I nearly didn't go, but at least it was dry on the way home.

I headed off to Tunbridge Market on Sunday, having completely failed to book a space, but have done so for next month so that's all good, and this weekend having forecasts around the seven degree mark I am not too keen on finding out whose market is on then.

Today I was at a meeting of Council to discuss the proposed re-zoning of land associated with the proposed distillery. There is once again a mob of nay-sayers and so much scuttlebutt around the town I figured it was the only way I would find out what was going on. I approached my preferred mayoral candidate to ask him to run and was pleased to discover he would be doing just that - he just hasn't gotten around to letting people know yet.

Meanwhile I have been run off my feet with neighbourly duties - new neighbours in the house up Austral Park Drive had come up to spend a week cleaning and painting before bringing their two year old into the place. Their kitchen sink was blocked, so my hose went up to sort that out for them (several feet of strange items emerged from the pipes!). And them over the road have blown up their motor (and are most indignant their comprehensive insurance won't buy them a new one), so yesterday I took her into town for various errands and to talk to our local mechanic and today I took him into the hospital to have his dressings changed. How he got home was his business as I had things to do in town.

Gordon (also over the road) disappeared some months ago and rumour finally located him in New Norfolk. So I phoned him yesterday to find out if he planned to come home. He is not the sort of person who would settle comfortably into a nursing home environment and if the only objection to him coming home had been that he lived alone I was quite happy to take responsibility for keeping an eye on him, but it turned out more complicated than that, and he has already decided to move to a unit closer to where his daughters live. He will be up this weekend so I will have a chance to say goodbye. I wish I had keys to the place though since the forecast for the weekend means the house will be unbearably cold, and I could let myself in to light the woodburner for them in advance of their arrival. Oh well.

I can't begin to imagine how much money I have spent over the years buying toys for the cats and dogs. Most get inspected with deep distrust and the ignored. Sometimes they get thrown around long enough to put them under a piece of furniture and never seen again. But yesterday I bought a toy for poppet that is apparently so appealing I can not even put it down long enough to take a photo for you without her stealing it.

It only cost $4.00 from Shiploads and is (from a human perspective) fairly unattractive. A mouse with two long floppy legs ending in pompoms, a black pointy nose and a towelling body. But it is apparently totally irresistable. Not even got catnip in it (something none of my cats has shown the slightest interest in). So that's good.

Meanwhile I headed into town and found a top at the Bargain Centre which will suffice for my night out, with a black camisole and singlet under it (said singlet being of the ornamental variety not the practical one), and over a black skirt. Not exactly a Day Dress (whatever that is) but smart and elegant and balancing evening wear with day wear since a seven PM start without food does not provide many cues for dress choice.

Tomorrow will be a long day as I have patient transport in the morning and in the evening a meeting I will be attending solely for the purpose of being seen.

Meanwhile I have done another panel of pattern on the jumper (two actually) and am about to embark on the next row of stars.

So the trip to Hobart went well, managed to get everything I went for bar the oatmeal yarn (because she had sold out and will order in some more). I bought two of the same yarn in white to play with in the mean time and have worked out (with the aide of fellow-dyers) how to find the Key to the symbols in my dyeing book.

So for some photos:

 This is the ten ply jumper I threw together at meetings and other activities - it's nice and warm and I managed to get all bar the last 5 rows out of the mid-green (hence the dark green at the neck) which was pleasing.

 Here I am at Campbell Town Show - the yarn behind me is from the Lucky Ewe at Oatlands. I was in lust with the burgundy red until I saw the price on it - hand spun merino so worth it, just beyond my budget!

 Zorro dropped in for a visit the other day, no idea who he was going to see.

And this is as far as I have got with the long-sleeved tunic top. Unfortunately it won't be ready in time to wear to Government House when I go visit them on the 19th (haha - surprised you! the 25th Anniversary of the Tasmanian Heritage Council - apparently they didn't have enough people interested in attending so rang me at the 11th hour and I thought - why not?

The last few days have been grey, damp, cold and otherwise unattractive so I have had my head down knitting. I finished the 10 ply jumper and wore it to Campbell Town Show, and am half way up the back of the three ply garment. Tomorrow I will be going to town for food so will pick up two balls of the oatmeal yarn to see what I can do with it dyeing wise. I think two acid dyes and two natural ones - one being onion skins (not terribly adventurous but can produce a lovely golden brown if I am lucky), the other being some red berries that are falling off some trees in Oatlands with gay abandon but whose species I know not at all. The leaves look like arbutus but the berries have a shiny skin, so not Irish Strawberries.

Yesterday at the Oatlands Market I managed to ply up all the singles I have been producing at the various display spinning activities I have been doing and these are now skeined and washed and drying in the loungeroom. I also managed to do the same with various bits of singles that have accumulated with no completion. So once that is done I will have a fair selection of colours to choose from, though not all appropriate for fair isle (weight-wise that is).

I have made alarming inroads into the wood heap so have to order two more loads to see me through (there is still quite a bit there, it is just clearly not sufficient for a long cool spell).

Poppet is definitely in season now so I will make a note in my diary so I can ensure a trip to the vet will not coincide with such an event and increase the cost of speying. Being an indoor cat it is not a big worry so can be deferred until there is cash in hand. She has not the slightest interest in the back door, so it's all good.

Tonight I have the bank to clean and then I will do another pattern band on the jumper. Once I upload the photos to the computer I will load them here so you can see what I have been up to.