A pair of caretakers we met in Tasmania said every day they tried to do something for themselves, something for the island and something physical. They had a cute acronym I can’t remember, PIG (physical, island, growth); CrEW (create, exercise, work); CARE (create, activity, read, enhance; or caretake, activity, read, exercise). You get the idea, something like that. We’ve found a pretty nice balance.
We have to clean the dock and boat every day, not as bad as it sounds. It uses water pressure mostly and is fairly gratifying. I proposed we sit and spray the seagulls before they even soil the dock instead but it’s probably frowned upon on at a bird refuge.
We keep the cabin tidy and mow the grass around buildings.
We worked as migrant labor for a few days and dug up 15 gallons of daffodil bulbs. No easy task in chest high grass. I’m only mildly broken. Hope the sale goes well.
Tim practices piano a couple of hours a day. I knit, weave, bake, and read. I’ve completed two sweaters, one was basically done before we got here and has come in very handy. We either wear long sleeve wool shirts or sleeveless shirts. There doesn’t seem to be an in between.
I bake bread, pizza, pies and crisps. Have to keep my partner happy.
I usually weave a bit in the morning. I finished a belt, am trying to learn Andean pebble weave on a backstrap loom, and have some card weaving projects in mind.
I knit up a bag to use on our bikes when we go shopping from leftover scraps.
Now I’m trying to finish a lace shawl I started in 2015 for my dear daughter. It may happen.
And I take pictures.
The island and its inhabitants are very photogenic.