The oldest Getting By community, the small band of Rural Traditionalists are rustic farmers, often empty nester married couples or else single after a separation, death of a spouse,. They left school early to start working in manual labour agriculture positions and worked up to managerial or proprietor roles. Despite a lifetime working dawn til dusk, they are overwhelmingly very satisfied with their jobs—mainly because they have it and can do it with their eyes closed.
Walk with Me
My daughter Sally says next time she’s back here she’ll help me buy a computer. I don’t reckon I’ll know what to do with it, but she says she’ll show me how to do the email and my banking. More trouble than it’s worth if you ask me. I told her, your father’s only just gotten the hang of the microwave.
Sal says she’ll bring the kids with her on school holidays. I suppose I’ll have to cook. Might make a trip into the big shopping centre and get some supplies. It’s a fair drive but I also need some fabric to make some new curtains for the spare room. I might as well pop into the toy store too and get some bits and bobs for the little ones, maybe have lunch in the food court.
I don't buy luxuries for myself anymore, unless you count my hair appointment with Sheree every month on pensioner discount day. But I’m trying to come up with 25 words or less on why I should win a trip for two to Noosa. Knowing my luck I’ll probably win it and Les won’t be able to get the time off work. Sun up to sun down, six days a week he’s at it. We’ve still got a bit to go on the mortgage and we don’t want that hanging over our heads when he finally retires in a few years.