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2118. Hills and codes

(Grateful thanks for the many likes and messages yesterday on the passing of one of my brothers. Your kindnesses were greatly appreciated and moving. Today’s story was “pre-posted” and life continues! Thanks. Bruce)

As I have said many times: when it comes to a significant number in this blog’s story numbering I like to deviate from story-telling a wee bit and chat about other things.

Today’s story number is significant because it’s the password I use to get into my bank account. I also use it as the password for my computer and WordPress and social media and everything else. These days it’s almost impossible to remember heaps of passwords so I stick to 2118 for everything. Also for the pin number for my phone.

To celebrate this number I thought I would simple show some photos of my environment around the house. It is very hilly, so I wandered around the outside of the house this past week and took photos willy-nilly. That way you can see where I live. Incidentally the code to turn off the house alarm is also 2118. Also to unlock the keypad on the door. As I said, I use the number for everything.

The number 2118 was the number of our car’s registration plate when I was a kid. It’s actually just the first four numbers of the plate because in those days there were six numbers: 2118-46.

Anyway, here are pictures taken from the paths around the house:

Fields of rape (I always think it’s an unfortunate name for this turnip-like crop).
Looking East
The water tank (to feed the troughs) on the highest hill
Making hay.
Devon cattle – one of the oldest breeds in the world
Water tank is next to the distant pines
The disused woolshed from when sheep roamed the farm (now cattle)
Some neighbour’s sheep and water tank
Volcano Mount Taranaki as seen from the gate.
Don’t you just hate it when the neighbours crowd you out? Almost 2118 legs to pull..

1288. Half a cattle beast

Nora and Gus always knew what their oldest son, Gadsby, would give them for Christmas. It had been the same for the last five years, and what a saving it was! He always gave half a cow’s carcass for the freezer, nicely chopped up and packaged. It would last the two of them the year. Of course, they had other meat in between, like chicken and pork, but beef was their main meat.

Nora and Gus inevitably marvelled at Gadsby’s luck. He was presented at work with a cattle beast carcass just before Christmas. He worked at the abattoir. “Half a cow is enough for my freezer,” he told his parents, when they visited him.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, these days Gadsby has still got a couple of years left before they let him out.