https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Antipodean/My name's Dingo. I'm a tortured soul living in Lightning Ridge. Mum pays me $10 an hour to make sure Uncle Bob doesn't kill himself. It gives me a lot of time to reflect...hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Antipodean/630069The water starts from deep underground in the Great Artesian Basin. Down there, in the guts of our planet, it warms and absorbs the invigorating minerals. In a few locations it negotiates crevices in the earth and bubbles forth with life-giving energy - or at least that's the theory. The two of...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Antipodean/629717We lurched back into town exhausted and restless. As we neared the yard I discreetly left Bob to fend for himself, watering down the incident as much as he chose. I hit the couch and flicked on the news. Reporter: 'And in another sign of global warming, the state is set to be enveloped in the...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Antipodean/629311I knew this spot because we used to fish here. I scurried down the back of the hut, and found the old track that wound down to the river. It was covered over with branches. I cut myself trying to push through the undergrowth. Eventually, when I was on the verge of turning back, the view opened up...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Antipodean/629148The crew was standing in the backyard debating exactly where Bob had gone. The general consensus was that he might just have reached the Namoi, but I decided to look a little bit closer to home. I threw on a pair of hiking boots, grabbed a sandwich, and began to walk down the track to Lunatic...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Antipodean/628885I came out into the yard and called out Bob's name. It's Mum's job to get him up and give him breakfast, and I usually take over about nine. But yesterday he was nowhere to be seen. I looked in the bird aviary and I checked the neigbours garden. I even considered that he might have wandered up to...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Antipodean/628752I was bored last Tuesday, so I dragged Uncle Bob up to the Three Mile diggings where my best mate Ormie lives. He's an opal miner who's been living in a renovated shipping container since the 1970's. The funny thing about opal is how people throw their lives away looking for it. Ormie grew up in...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Antipodean/628588I feel grateful for all the comments I've got on this website. I didn't know whether the site really worked or not, but some people have definately read my entries. I feel a lot more attached to the world now than last week. Bob and I have the place to ourselves today. Mum's gone off to work on...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Antipodean/628469I've cleared a space on the balcony that I can use for my blogging. It took about three hours to clean and get rid of all the junk. I've got a good possie now, and I can type and look out at the view. The house looks on to a racetrack which only gets used at the Lightning Ridge Easter Carnival....https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Antipodean/628370I'm writing this blog cause Uncle Bob can only move in a twenty meter radius. I can always see him from the balcony, but if he could walk any further I'd have to spend all day looking for him. I'd never get a chance to post on the internet. I'm glad I can post cause it's the only interesting thing...