Fixit

Mr fixit was always my favourite character of Richard Scarry's. Sure he was busy. Sure he had to put up with that over the top police man who insisted his policing skills required him to control traffic with his hands day by day. But dammit Mr Fixit was a hard worker, and that I can dig. (not with my hands of course because digging it such tedious unnecessary get-your-hands-dirty business.)


As I watched my dad digging while creating a flat outdoor paved area in our generally hilly backyard I noticed something, I was regarding him much in the way I used to look up to good ol' Mr Fixit.

Unfortunetly Busytown is no more. Mr Fixit decided to hang up the hard boots and start working in an office. When something needed fixing, he googles someone who will fix it; and charges through the roof (no pun intended) to do so. As for the policeman, the introduction of the 'traffic light' saw him served redundancy. These days he has to resort to resolving actual crime. These days we all shoot each other with guns because we're too lazy to punch on.

The momentary flashback does serve purpose. A casual conversation with the best friend about the modern day mr fixit and his rarity leads me to disapointment. Sad it is that evolution is leading (some of ) us down a path of materialism, laziness and downright lack of basic skills. Heck my dad falls into the category of mechanic, official piggy back ride giver, painter, electrician, taxi, farmer, country music enthusiast, firefighter, snake and spider handler, vetenary nurse, labourer, cleaner, landscaper, nurse, undertaker, tree lopper, plumber- to name a few. On top of that he still has time to put bread on the table. Clean the table. Oh maybe even build a new table when that one breaks. I guess a girl really does want a guy like her daddy after all? All I know is theres nothing quite so annoying than a boy that asks you to open the jar. And trust me it happens. Big kudos to my closest gal friends, who have managed to claim males who belong to this category of 'handymans'; a dying breed im sure. In years to come the common household handyman will be right longside the exstinct Tasmanian Tiger. And Labour workers will be like liquid gold. Parents will take their children to museums to look at models of men, covered in dirt, dripping sweat, figuring things out on his own.

As for lowly worm, Id like to think that hes still hopping around on his one leg, with his uber sneaker. Being besties with Huckle cat and playing archery, as I remember him.

I dont care what they say, they dont make childrens television like they used to. Bananaman, The animals of farthing wood, Barbar, Brum, Blinkey Bill, Lift off, The secret life of Toys, The twisted tales of felix the cat, Rockos modern life, Postman Pat, The adventures of Tin tin, Captain Planet, Hey arnold, the rugrats. and of course The busy world of Richard Scarry! oh how I love the 90's