Man, what a day! I woke up in Matamata, and let me tell ya, it was a wild ride. First off, I’m a shearer, right? So, I’m used to the whole sheep shearing gig, but today? Today was somethin’ else.
I rolled outta bed, bleary-eyed, and hit the streets. Matamata’s got this chill vibe, ya know? The sun was shining, and I thought, “Sweet, today’s gonna be a breeze.” But nah, life had other plans. I grabbed a coffee from the local café on Broadway. Best flat white in town, no joke. But the barista? She was all smiles until I spilled half of it on my shirt. Classic me, right? I was like, “Great, now I look like a walking coffee stain.”
So, I’m walking down Arawa Street, and I see this massive sheepdog just chillin’ on the sidewalk. I mean, this dog was a beast! I thought, “If I had that dog, I’d be the king of the sheep!” But then it starts barking at me like I’m some kinda intruder. I’m just trying to enjoy my day, mate!
Then, I get to the shearing shed. It’s packed. Like, way more than usual. Turns out, there was a sheep shearing competition today. I’m thinkin’, “Oh great, just what I need. More pressure.” I’m already sweating like a pig, and now I gotta compete with these pros?
I’m shearing away, and I swear, one of the sheep looked at me like, “Dude, you call that shearing?” I was like, “Shut up, you fluffy critter!” But then, I got into the zone. The rhythm of the shears, the wool flying everywhere—it’s kinda therapeutic, ya know?
But then, bam! My shears jammed. I’m there, wrestling with the machine like it’s a wild animal. I’m cursing under my breath, and the other shearers are just laughing at me. I mean, come on! I’m not a circus act!
After that fiasco, I took a breather outside. I needed to clear my head. I walked over to the Matamata i-SITE, and they had this cool display about the Hobbiton movie set. I’m a huge fan of the movies, so I’m just standing there, daydreaming about living in a hobbit hole. “Second breakfast, anyone?” I chuckled to myself.
Then, I bumped into an old mate, Dave. We used to shear together back in the day. He’s got this wild beard now, looks like a lumberjack. We started reminiscing about the good ol’ days, and I felt this wave of nostalgia hit me. It was nice, ya know?
But then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. I mean, like, buckets of rain! I was soaked in seconds. I was like, “Seriously, Matamata? You’re gonna do me like this?” I ducked into a shop on Broadway, and they had the cutest sheep-themed souvenirs. I couldn’t resist. I bought a little sheep keychain. It’s ridiculous, but it made me smile.
Finally, I headed back to the shearing shed, drenched but determined. I finished my day, and honestly, it felt good. I was exhausted but happy. I love this town, even when it throws curveballs at me.
As I walked home, I thought about how Matamata’s got this charm. The streets, the people, the sheep—everything just clicks. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even if I do end up looking like a coffee-stained, rain-soaked shearer.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but that’s life, right? Just gotta roll with it. Cheers, Matamata! You’re a wild one!