Where You Been?
Tuesday, February 24th, 2009I’m choked up. Don’t know why. On the face of it, everything in order – split ends under control, wrinkles in remission, friends well-and- kooky, Macolm T looking terrified……
So, it’s NOT as if I’m beyond blue. Just mooching around….highly unusual for a self-proclaimed Instant Gratificationist. Okay, OKAY this is the THINGO: I’ve been been yearning for Jimmy Norman.
Jimmy Norman lobbed in Leeton every year for the Letona Cannery season. He was a neat little bloke with a neat little truck which pulled his neat little caravan down South after the cane season.
I was also at the cannery -Â on the peach line. The aim? Monitor every peach for brown rot, citrus scabies or peach-blot-riverine. Grab peach and cut out the bad bit: one thousand times a minute, 60 thousand times an hour, 480,000 times a shift.
Sorta press ya ovaries against the line and that’ll take the pressure of ya back…… (the old-hands counselled)
The first thing Jimmy Norman said to me: Would you like me to CAN your lunch little one?


Credit: Anthony Piraino: flickr
I was sitting on a packing case. Brought low. Ovaries on fire. It was a no-brainer:
Sure, I’d LOVE you to can my lunch. How long you been canning lunches? And pray speak, WHO is this lunch canner who suddenly appears and makes everything bright…..? (more…)

      ( Cr: confused vision: flickr)

