Day 91 - No problem

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You know where we are

Our internal decision-making flowcharts were getting more complex by the minute as we, each to ourselves, try to figure out what the right thing to do was. I tune into the voices inside my body while staring at the packed panier bags. For a moment I contemplate the assistance of a whiteboard, which lies abandoned underneath the cabin opposite ours, to sort out the conflicting voices in my head.

Whiteboard thinking

But then Louise's voice of wisdom starts to fill the silent cabin. She then delivers a plaidoyer for extending our road to recovery that would have been envied by any advocate suggesting the same or making a case for the opposite. I feel my body sighing in relief when the decision is made that we would not only attempt full recovery before moving on but also sit out the worrying big wet weather front moving over most parts of QLD over the next few days. "No, I am definitely not fit for riding", I admit to myself. 

With that decision made and out of the way comes a to do list. Most importantly we need to seek our landlord Julie's approval that it is okay if we occupy cabin 6 for a few more days. Then we need to sort out our postal vote application for the upcoming election. Another small worry is a care package parcel from Alan (including important maps) awaiting collection at the Murgon LPO which is at risk of being returned to sender, because we won't get to it for another ten days. 

It turns out that "no problem!" is the answer to almost everything today. 

Julie is extremely accommodating and generous, declines any form of payment at this point, saying laughingly "who knows what happens next?" and also promptly delivers a basket of fresh linen and towels. To organise our postal voting material to be sent to the post office in Kingaroy is also no problem. Not that the website of the Australian Electoral Commission concluded our online transaction with that same statement, but it wouldn't have surprised me. And guess what the answer was when I ask Wendy, a very enthusiastic woman at the Murgon post office, after explaining our dilemma about the parcel awaiting collection, whether she could hold on to it for a little longer: "no problem, luv". It is also no problem to have our change from buying a few postcards at the Visitor's Information Centre returned in a handful of $1 coins, needed for laundry. The same goes for the visit to the award-winning butcher. "Would it be possible to get just 4 of the bratwurst sausages?" I gently ask. "No problem!" smiles the lady behind the counter as she rips open a family pack of 16 sausages to accommodate our request.

I slowly start to believe that this element of parkouring through everyday life is part of the Queensland DNA, as I schlep today's groceries back to the cabin. "Thank you" says Louise when I heave the heavy shopping bag onto the kitchen bench with an audible but friendly grunt. 

"No problem" I say and smile.




Location: Jandowae QLD 4410, Australia

Comments

  1. FrancieMay 11, 2022 at 11:38 AM

    Glad that you are making this "call" on the side of your health. Tiredness and muscle weakness are unseen and it would be awful if you trekked up the road and suddenly felt exhausted. So pleased with the positive messages you have received from your requests. What is plaidoyer?

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  2. FrancieMay 11, 2022 at 4:58 PM

    Well done to stepping up into 'activity on the list mode' in the face of adversity! Small steps work every time.

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  3. Louise SensiMay 12, 2022 at 10:25 AM

    Thank you for your always supportive comments, Aunty Fran, you are such a fabulous cheerleader! "Plaidoyer" could be maybe translated into advocacy or speech for the defence. Me using it might be a remnant of reading John Grisham legal thrillers in the 1990's.

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