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Watching people...be people? thrilling stuff

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

Time

The Grim Greeper and Pepito in a face off.

who will win?...meet us under the clock tower on the top steps when the clock strikes one to find out. EX OH EX OH

Apple

A last minute dash to Orange (not famous for producing oranges) to see a sick relative I hold very dear to my heart saw my 2 days off fly by almost unnoticed. The short trip was worth it though as I got to say one last goodbye to a woman who has inspired me with her Happy-go-lucky attitude and will to keep fighting - even 10 years after we expected her battle to be over.

Though I plan to erase the bad memories of helplessly watching her suffer all these years when she passes, its still grounding to see someone fight then loose the battle to illness. I can not help but feel guilty for all the times I whinge about petty nothings, or snap at someone for something too insignificant to recall the following day . It really does bring things back to reality.

The one thing I have never quite understood is how even at the darkest of hours; life still goes on. I cant figure if its comforting or inconsiderate that when our personal world stops moving, Earth seems to keep turning at record pace. Not even contenplating a pause.

I piled my thoughts into the car and set off to the park for some serious ponderings. As I strolled through chasing butterflys and pretending I hadn't a care in the world, the sun decided to show its face. I guess the sun really does come out tomorow after all. Im reminded of all the little things I subconsciously love about Orange again. The parks rich green colours, the petite idealistic houses, the wildlife that wander, the wide open streets and the tempremental weather conditions; it could be snowing on the mountain one minute, boiling hot the next. I guess I needed this visit after all

Whip

That moment on the dancefloor where everyone eludes to their own fantastical world.

 We are all Willow Smiths...for a minute

words

The last 5 days has left me feeling very disconnected. Literally.
Just over a year having an iphone and it decides it is no longer required to work. At all. How dandy!

Aside from my inital worries about not being able to play words with friends every second I have spare, I found myself more dwelling on the irony that my phone had died not long after the apple 12 month warranty expired.

I took this as a sign that a much needed break for the 2 of us would benefit our relationship in the long term. I may just have to start playing scrabble of the real kind.

It gets me thinking about how the human race did it, say 20 years ago when having a mobile phone on your self 24/ 7 wasnt detrimental to surviving.
Imagine a world where people had to make plans; and (shock) keep them. These days everyone is so accessible a last minute cancellation would see an email, tweet, message, facebook post, and/ or call reach the person immediately. As opposed to if one didnt have a mobile phone in which they'd be left sitting at a table nibbeling impatiently on a bread roll, not even able to distract themelves with facebook while they wait. Sad

Aside from a couple instances of desperation involving riding my bike around Terrigal searching for my friends and finally getting the courage to ask a random middle aged man if I can use his phone for an emergency call (being lost is an emergency ok especially when your wearing a helmet covered in aluminum foil), I feel like I may very well be able to carry on for centuries without this so called 'phoney' device. In fact, id like a return of the good ol' fashioned letter as means of primary communication. Or live by the saying 'ill see you when I see you', letting chance bring people together. I must give thanks to 'Words with friends' app though. Last week a standard game helped Pete and I to realise we were both playing each other; at the same time, on the same train. There I learnt real words with friends can be alot more fun and pass the hour long train ride faster than any highly addictive computer game ever could. WORD

In more important news, im coveting to be with some of my dearest gal pals as they venture up to sunset sounds in Brisbane. Nothing says girl time more like a road trip , copious amounts of fuel (of the food kind) and the sweetest company. Oh and QLD; ease up on the rain please. This el nino thing is getting a little old.

Safe travels babes!

Caped

Heroicity shant go unnoticed...especially when rolling in man made capes, intoxicated, on a bicyle

Eleven

Spread the light!  Happy new year. Happy new blog!