A Man’s work is never finished.
March 7, 2013
A man’s work is never finished. (With pc addendum; neither is that of a woman).
Driving home yet again from a bout of grandchildren minding in Sydney we noticed a large solar lit sign heralding that Bunnings is having a ladies DIY evening next week. We all know that Bunnings stores are huge cavernous hard ware and tools emporiums. A venerable treasure trove of everything a man can possibly dream about, even more than he could ever imagine even including that which he, as yet, can’t imagine. The ‘not yet’ being able to imagine is not all that difficult for many men that visit hardware and tool stores. They tend to be of a more practical nature rather than of the creative or philosophical bend. Still, many a woman would rather have a man of the nails and hammer variety than someone moping around with Hegel or Kant. Mary knew a thing or two about that when chucking in her lot with a simple carpenter! What would we do without the cloth peg or safety pin?
We often visit Bunnings to buy punnets of blooms or bags of cow manure. I try and coincide this with a Saturday sausage sizzle that gets put on by the Lions Cub trying to raise money for good causes. I am always in awe of how many people do good for society rather than complain or ‘mecker’, they roll up sleeves and do something about society’s ills…The Saturday sausage sizzle at Bunnings sells two thin sausages with lovely fried brown onions between slices of white bread for just $2.-including a choice of different sauces and a paper napkin. I usually go for the American mustard as a kind of gesture of forgiveness or atonement for their Iraqi and Afghanistan involvement, after all, Australia did also get involved. No soul is pure when wars are waged. I hope my simple sausage, with the help of Lions Clubs, will lesson future wars.
H is not so keen on my cunningness to coincide with buying blooms and manure with two dollar Saturday sausages, no doubt considering my health and her fondness for staying beautiful and svelte. I often tell her that voluptuousness is one of the most desirable qualities I admire in a woman and especially in her. Oddly enough, it doesn’t always work and the bloom shopping is steered towards a Friday to coincide with two lean strips of fish fillet, even though we are not, strictly speaking, peoples of the cloth.
One lucky Saturday, while queuing for my sausage allocation at Bunnings a man before me had the gall to complain that his sausages were over cooked and demanded to get new ones for himself and his young son. His four sausages were nicely brown and had crispy and desirable skins as well. In short, they were the perfectly barbequed sausages that could not be faulted except by this miserable ‘meckerer’ of a man. The women running the gas fired barbeque wore head-scarves. They were very busy with many hungry ’nail and hammer men’ lining up. For some reason it reminded me back of my war Rotterdam soup kitchen days long ago when I lost temporarily the touch of my mother’s hand. I was imprinted for life never to waste food. The man complaining about his sausages almost made me lose the will to go on. Quick as a flash I told the ladies that I would take the four sausages already bedded down within their comforting slices of white bread and garnished with the loving onion rings. I had trouble explaining to H the extravagance of the four sausages. It had barbeque sauce instead of American mustard as well. It all looked a bit suspicious to her.
A small price to pay.
Tags: Bunnings, Hegel, Kant, Manure., Sausages Posted in Gerard Oosterman |
helvityni said:
We had a big meeting here for the Council to find out what people like about Bowral, what improvements we’d like… et cetera, it was a very long but constructive meeting,and to gez’ delight nice sandwiches were served with tea and coffee.
It was amazing to find out how progressive people were, I had not expected that, we all more or less had same ideas about improvements and and what we like
Funnily the people who complain that they don’t want K-mart moving in the neighbourhood did not come to this meeting…
We read each others comments, and ticked if we agreed or not…There was one comment, that only got straight-out disagreements: All Pubs Should Close At Six O’Clock 🙂
Gerard also came up with this idea that people should be allowed to live in units above the shops on the mainstreet, that would improve the night life (according to him)…people just smiled, Bowral is after all not Paris, Rome or New York.
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algernon1 said:
Gez maybe onto something there Helvi. Where I live here in Eastwood, longer term residents whine about how its not the same. I’ve lived the area for 26 years but have had an association with the area all my life. These people would talk of an Eastwood that didn’t really exist. They talk of the shops most of which I’m sure struggled even then. I can remember going there at say 2 or 3 in the afternoon back in the 80’s and 90’s and recalling that you could fire a gun down the main street and you’d be guaranteed of not hitting anyone.
Nowadays one side of Eastwood is a Chinatown the other little Korea, the place buzzes. 25 years ago we’d go elsewhere for authentic Chinese or Asian restaurants, now we’re spoilt for choice on our own suburb. The place is even busy of an evening with plenty of people around at 9 and 10 pm. On Friday Mrs A and I went to Beecroft to see the accountant (they were in Eastwood but moved when the building they were in was to be redeveloped). Beecroft is like Eastwood 20 or 30 years ago. Asking where was good for lunch the reply was nowhere.They miss Eastwood for the restaurants that are there.
Many older people don’t like that Eastwood has had an influx of Asians and in particular Chinese. One bloke at Medicare once railed against them. He on a pension complained the usual bigoted bile. I mentioned that in my street they could buy $1m + houses for cash, so how on earth were they a drain, of course he couldn’t answer that.
If I have one negative they voted against McKew because Kevin Rudd wasn’t PM and they liked the fact that he spoke Mandarin. They didn’t particularly like the goose we have now. That seemed a strange logic to me.
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helvityni said:
…yes, alge, voting Maxine out was unforgivable, after all she managed get rid of Howard,no mean feat.
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algernon1 said:
Howard would have been gone in his seat in 2001 if not for Tampa and 2004 if not for that goose Wilkie which forced Labor to run dead. By 2007 nothing was going to stop his removal.
Two things went against McKew, the stupid pledge to fund the Parramatta to Epping rail link in the last week, without that she probably would have got back in. The other was the Rudd factor. The Liberals ran a dishonest campaign here claiming that their man door knocked every house yet I know of only one person that actually had their door knocked. He also claim he lived in the electorate which he didn’t. Mckew bought into the electorate 6 months before the election.
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gerard oosterman said:
Yes, some people are finding ‘change’ an impossibility to accept. The deadliness of suburbs I have always fought against. Perhaps I am intolerant and some might find the growth of eating places and proliferation of street cafes a hard thing to deal with. Their world of ‘privacy’ till the grave, shattered. Who would want to be seen sitting around in public and not mowing the lawn or tending to those pesky disobedient leaves in the guttering?
Asian culture and the southern Europeans certainly have broken the mould of so much nothingness in the suburbs. Inclusiveness and community togetherness is now generally accepted and not many would feel guilty of sauntering around the shopping streets or sitting down consuming a coffee.
People like to own own house with garden, but apart from working the garden, weeding on knees and mowing, not much goes on in those gardens, I mean I never see people sitting or living in their gardens. Is this again why Asians are now foresaking this ‘own block with own house’ and gravitate towards a more denser way of life in cities? They sleep and live in their apartments but seek each other out in restaurants and other communal venues. In Riverwood, I notice the streets fairly quiet after hours but the few Asian restaurants are packed with large Chinese families having a great time together.
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sandshoe said:
I enjoyed frequenting Asian greengrocers in the cities I have lived in, Algy. My sole experience of them has been happy.
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algernon1 said:
It’s about vibrancy and diversity for me and the Asians add so much to this area. Their supermarkets are worth a visit not so much the $2 shops. A recent trip to WA we took Asian groceries over for the sister in law who lives in a country town there. would n’t find much of that on the supermarket shelves there though they do have a fabulous Vietnamese bakery.
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sandshoe said:
Rural and regional Australians provide enormous product and returns to Australia and struggle for recognition.
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helvityni said:
Shoe, I feel sorry for all Aussie farmers, they all work so hard, and then they have to sell their produce for next to nothing to the big boys, so the big supermakets can make even bigger profits.
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algernon1 said:
Where the man and his son as tall as they’re wide?
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helvityni said:
He was revolting (not from the outside), but he was an ugly heartless little man, and I hope that his missus is different and grabs the son and runs away, before the little boy grows up to be a mean man like his dad.
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algernon1 said:
Sounds it Helvi, There’s no helping some people.
Had it today at a netball day, some woman playing under 10’s having a decent old whine. Seems to forget that we’re all volunteers who do what we do for the love of the game and to give the players the best opportunities. Ask people like this woman to help and they’ll run away.
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Akkhter said:
I am new to this blog. I still have not found a tab where I can introduce a new topic, rather than just commenting on blogs that are up. There is no “contact us” tab either, for me to ask questions. Can anyone advise me?
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gerard oosterman said:
Thank you for your effort in trying to contribute to this blog. It is indeed hard for others to introduce new topics. In the meantime I would be pleased if you would send any new topic to me at: oostermn@tpg.com.au and I’ll put it up.
Perhaps our main editor and contributor, Emmjay might do the same.
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Akkhter said:
I may be a killjoy! I heard on BBC news today that people who live on processed meat (including sauges, bacons, etc) develop cancer earlier than those who don’t eat such food. Of course, you might say, once a week, is ok. Is it?
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helvityni said:
Anything once a week is fine; I had the best Fishand Chips last night…
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sandshoe said:
Hi Akkhter
Gez may be scientifically something of a bottomless pit.
In friendship
‘Shoe
😉
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vivienne29 said:
I do believe if you have a good butcher and buy his sausages you will find they are anything but processed. Bacon is just a way of preserving a particiular cut of pork and I would not class it as processed either. A bit like cheese is a way of preserving milk. Processed would be chicken loaf and the like – things which bear no resemblance in flavour to their origins and usually only contain a small percentage of the produce they claim to be, i.e. chicken.
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Rosie said:
It was the headscarves perhaps – just to make them uncomfortable. But Gerard, your 2nd paragraph talks of Bunnings having “everything a man can possibly dream about”. I think we will assume you are talking of women too. On this International Women’s Day may I say that although I know Bunnings is owned by Woolworths (yuk), I am extremely fond of the store – can always find something to solve a problem job and good advice too. I really enjoyed the post and love the reminisces of Holland during and after the War.
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gerard oosterman said:
Yes, it’s odd that Bunnings is somehow seen as a man’s store. I suppose the idea of DIY nights for women is an attempt to balance it. However, as Helvi pointed out; I can’t see myself to attending ‘layering workshops’, no matter how supportive I am of that fashion.
A curious aside is that here in Bowral the ‘men’s shed’ has a female secretary. Perhaps we should just do away with segregating the sexes and do things together but not always feel obliged to achieve everything in equal portions.
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Big M said:
There’s no bloody way that Bunnings is a ‘man’s store’. It’s full of craft projects and decorations.
I sometimes go to the specialist hardware and timber places, just to speak to a normal, intelligent human being who doesn’t say. “Goddday, how’re youz?” with a blank, idiotic look on his/her face!
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vivienne29 said:
I have had to go to Bunnings twice – something I wished never to do. I hate its location in Albury (should never have been approved from a planning and traffic management aspect) and I hate it because it has been the driver of the closure of other hardware stores. Stores have closed because of its all pervading advertising and the gullibility of customers. It is not a hardware store of course, it is a bloody big warehouse full of some good stuff and a lot of junk – in my humble opinion. I’m just glad that I already have my toolbox and necessary handywoman gear. For some odds and sods I am also fortunate that our Rural Supplies store in our village also stocks a good assortment of farm hardware stuff (they will even open a packet of screws and sell you the one or two you needed and not make you buy 20 or 50 of the same bloody thing).
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helvityni said:
Viv, when we came to Bowral, we had small hardware store at a walking distance, friendly service, salespeople were locals who had been there forever…it’s gone now and it’s a pity.
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Big M said:
Bunnings is owned by Wesfarmers, who are kicking up a big stink because Woolworths are setting a rival hardware company, long after Bunnings has run every corner store hardware shop out of town.
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Rosie said:
Big M: You are right, of course, Bunnings is owned by Wesfarmers – not Woolworths as I stated before. Woolies own the Masters chain. I agree that all of these huge companies have put the smaller stores out of business. However, as a woman perfectly capable of doing most DIY work at home, I have to say that I was always treated as though I was incapable by the small hardware stores. They did not want to answer my questions and made it blatantly obvious that they did not want to deal with a woman. However, I always find the staff at any Bunnings store extremely helpful and they are able to recommend products to solve DIY problems I may have. I know a lot of their stuff is cheap but no chain store sells quality goods. As for forcing closure of corner hardware stores – this has happened with everything we buy – clothing and food especially. That is why Malls exist – they rarely contain independant stores – only chain stores. We can whinge about it as much as we like but it won’t change the situation.
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Big M said:
I like to go to a local wholesaler who treats everybody with the same contempt, but, at the same time bends over backwards to give advice (based on what worked for him, or another customer), and will sell individual screws, nails, bolts, etc. Every second sentence is peppered with the F word…he couldn’t work at Bunnies.
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gerard oosterman said:
Good one Big M.
One reason many children survived post WW II in Holland was due to ‘children colonies’ set up after the war to try and nurture children back to good health. I was one of those that needed fattening up and was sent three times to different children colonies, including a private home in the South of Belgium. Boy, did I get to eat mussels! When I arrived back I spoke more French than Dutch while my parents did not. Pretty weird.
Your dad was right to worry about having enough food. I love rabbit. Milo missed out on catching one today. As we were coming back from the shopping centre we usually take a short cut through the cemetery of St Judes. Milo sniffed out a mature rabbit and chased it right down the street, yelping along, hot to the chase. Sadly it escaped. Milo is now moping at my feet. Poor Milo!
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Big M said:
Yes, I see rabbits quite often, not far from the city of Newcastle. I even saw a hare the other evening. They’re quite bold, coming within a few meters of humans, but staying well away from dogs.
The idea of adults suffering from the sequellae of childhood, or even infantile starvation is called the Barker hypothesis. It is believed that even fetal compromise may cause some of these disorders. I’m glad you got to eat mussels instead of starving!
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vivienne29 said:
Mussels and rabbit – my favourites. I think I have mentioned in the past, we had roast stuffed rabbit frequently (from Victoria markets) and only chicken once a year. Rabbit was of course plentiful and cheap. These damn killing laws have stuffed the rabbit industry here. Running wild and there for the taking but not for the selling at it used to be via the butcher. I happen to know that Coles sells South Australian rabbit for $15 each ! I can get a few on the sly from a shop I know for $9 each and I treat myself to them when I am in the area. I have one and a half bunnies in the freezer. Mussels – we used to go to the beach and gather them ourselves and take home and cook and have with beer on a weekend. Now that is illegal but I think they have all gone as savvy asian migrants cleaned them out. Still at $8 a kilo the Tassy mussels are worth it. Tragic.
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gerard oosterman said:
Of course, it is the wild rabbit only worth eating. Elizabeth Davies advices to get a rabbit of ‘some nervous disposition and from a high altitude, preferably above 700 metres.’ You are right,Rabbits have re-appeared at Coles but at $20.- is a bit dear. They used to be $6.-My brother once went shooting and came home with over 25 rabbits. They could only eat so many rabbits so he chucked half of them away in the garbage bin. They were pretty off!You should have heard the language from the garbos next morning.
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vivienne29 said:
As a kid and up to the age of about at least 16, rabbits in the Victoria Market were sold by size and they ranged from 6 pennies to 2 shillings and sixpench each. And at that time a whole side of lamb was 10 shillings. I know about inflation of course, but those things were jolly cheap.
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Rosie said:
Vivienne29: How well I remember as a child baked seasoned rabbit for Sunday lunch, braised rabbit often during the week and the “Rabbitoh” man walking the streets with horse and cart calling out his wares in Sydney in the fifties. Chicken was a Christmas Day treat. When there was not enough work in the Depression years my Grandfather caught and sold rabbits in the Port Wakefield area of South Australia.
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vivienne29 said:
Two years ago I was in Melbourne with my daughters and of course we went to the Vic Market. No big rabbit sellers but one deli type counter with some very nice young rabbits for sale at $11 each. I bought two and put in motel fridge. Home the next day. I couldn’t wait to cook them but No.2 daughter decided to take over – very gently BBQd and basted with lemon and thyme. They were heaven. I just have to savour the memory – hard to find young bunnies. But the stuffed roasted memories remain. We never had them any other way – the rest of the week we seemed to be having lamb chops, irish stew, cold lamb with salad and home made pickled onions and beetroot etc.
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helvityni said:
…and the baked baby beetroots with a nice dressing are still heavenly, don’t you agree, Viv?
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vivienne29 said:
Helvi, I wrote about my eating beetroot about 2 years ago. Red pee and all that ! Haven’t seen any decent fresh beetroot around for some time. Though there was one time recently but they were an outrageous price (each, not a bunch or by the kilo) – is there a beetroot famine? Maybe our local IGA is just slack ……. but in a country area a lot of people grow their own, so there are only a few lemons at the IGA and not a lot of tomatoes either.
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helvityni said:
Viv, beetroots are easy to grow,we moved to our farm in June, I had baby beetroots for Christmas; the seeds are nice and big…why don’t you try and grow them yourself…. you are living in the country after all…,
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sandshoe said:
Something has been eating my beetroot leaves off, appearance is in the manner of cutting them. So neat. Half a row at a time. Growing beetroot becomes not so easy. 😦
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vivienne29 said:
I used to have a good vege garden then the drought came and stayed for 12 years and I gave up. I only have some tomato plants at the moment. But guess what … we have many rabbits here and they eat or dig up every nice little thing they come across. The expense of protecting a vege patch is not worth it. The rabbits are also ringbarking my fruit trees. Easier to grow veges in town actually ! Crazy.
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helvityni said:
shoe, I replied to you earlier but in my sleepiness I deleted it…
I feel sorry for our farmers,there are rabbits, birds, locusts and all the creepy crawly things that eat everything before you can…beetroots, silver beet and rocket were easy ones, the rest needed more care than babies. I used to pick my figs half raw to prevent the birds from eating them….
Now I have only tomatoes and all the possible herbs, and some lettuce..
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helvityni said:
Busy, busy…first to Bunnings to do their Ladies Only DIY course, then to a local dress shop to attend A Layering Workshop….I think that means learning, studying how to put on different coloured singlets, in different lengths under a shorter T-shirt and top it all with a billowing cardigan, you know, those that hide our ever expanding hips and things….. I can’t wait, I hope it’s free 🙂
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gerard oosterman said:
Yes Shoe, Sausages and I are very much in sympathy. This is not contradictory to Kant’s philosophy which clearly states that: ” if man behaves like a worm, he will be trodden upon”. The man who complained about the sausages clearly fits the worm analogy of a Kant’s message. Another quote of Kant is: Ingratitude is the essence of vileness
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lindyp said:
What a lovely gesture Gerard and I’m sure Helvi enjoyed her barbecue sauce sausages. I hope the man who complained saw you doing this.
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gerard oosterman said:
I think the man got the message, but because he had to wait till a fresh lot of sausages had been Barbequed he walked off. A real fusspot, not into Immanuel Kant I bet.
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sandshoe said:
I would never imagine on the sausage sizzle, Gez, to be caught up with by a Kantian. Fusspot right on. I bet he took the kitchen sink plug back for the third time and said it didn’t fit as if. 😉
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sandshoe said:
Oosterman graduates with distinction in every episode of his continuing exploration of his relationship with sausages and his beautiful Helvi. He makes no bones about it his love of sausages is personal. Sauce is a literary convenience …
‘For some reason it reminded me back of my war Rotterdam soup kitchen days long ago when I lost temporarily the touch of my mother’s hand. I was imprinted for life never to waste food. The man complaining about his sausages almost made me lose the will to go on.’
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Big M said:
Yes, my Dad was a kid during the war, and made a very real contribution to the larder by rabbitin’. He admitted, later in life, that he was terrified of starving to death, and, that living in the country guaranteed access to rabbits, milk, eggs, and illicit fruit and vegetables. He believes that this is a problem for his generation, in that he tends to make sure that he eats well every day, because ‘you don’t know what’s around the corner’.
There has been plenty of research on the long term effects of starvation in the surviving Dutch children from post WWII. Many survivors suffer from a variety of cardiovascular effects, which are out of proportion with the individual’s weight, lifestyle, etc. Sounds like Gerard managed pretty well!
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