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Today David gets to go on site for work which is pretty rad considering the last time he went on site it was in Bend and that was a big deal. Now it’s like, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!?!?! J (Excitement emphasis) Because it’s alllll * NEW* ! Anyway, once I got over the jealousy, as he was getting dressed he informed me he doesn’t have to wear steel toed boots down here but he does have to wear slacks. Wool slacks. Wool slacks!? When he got up the courage to ask a couple people at work “Why wool?” they simply replied, “For safety.” Duh? HAHAHA! What the shoots? Wool for safety?! Are we Yanks missing something that you Aussies know? Since when is wool safe?! Safe from the cold? Is it fire retardant? Are you planning on jumping into fire? I can’t stop laughing!!!! Sorry it’s so funny for me. I guess it just sort of sums up a lot of stuff here that says to us “What the hell” and begs the response “Yea? So?” Let’s just hope he only needs to be 20% safe. That’s the highest b...

Yes, it’s true. There are two blogs and I haven’t a clue how we’re going to manage doing enough interesting things down under to keep them full, but I do know that my head has enough thoughts in a day to keep this one full for a month. That said, I’m here, writing, because like I said there are a million things in my head some of which David’s family doesn’t really give a hoot about, and I don’t blame them, but I have to put them somewhere. And I think some of them are funny. And I can type a hell of a lot faster than I can write. And I get a good laugh now and again going back through old posts getting whispy glimpses of me at that point in time. So begins the documentation of me at 28 -30. That’s the window I’m giving this trip – for now. That seems feasible and fun. Too much more and I start to ask myself why I moved here again, and any less and I think I should have just stayed at Title Nine. 2 years lets me daydream about living in Montana and Danny/Sarah’s ba...