there are a great many things in existence that I passionately appreciate.
the absence of pain is one.
I bet now you're assuming i'm in pain, since people tend to only appreciate the absence of pain when they're in pain.
but i'm not in pain. I just sometimes remember that pain exists and am glad for not experiencing it at present.
people are another. people are astonishing. after four years learning what makes them tock i'm still utterly baffled.
then, for all the reasons I passionately appreciate them, I also feel fiercely cold towards them.
the Australian government, for instance, is severely disappointing me of late. I should have been born in Sweden.
but at least i'm not an American..
well, i'm in Cairns, visiting my family. my hilarious, wonderful family.
and today I decided I would brave the garden shed in order to find my condemned-to-storage childhood memorabilia.
okay, I was after my little ponies. I knew there were some in there somewhere.
the garden shed is a disgustingly dusty, spider- and gecko- crawling sloppily piled mess of rusted, dripping junk that everyone is too scared to remember exists. no one in this household is capable of throwing anything away, no matter how broken or useless.
so Sarah and Hawkins, my ever-snarky sister and her ever-affable boyfriend, came trooping out to help me dig through it. which in hindsight was really rather kind of them.. particularly since after one look through the sinisterly creaking door had me petrified of setting foot within.
so they were hauling boxes out to scatter the backyard and I was picking gingerly through them in search of ponies when a metre-long grey rat came leaping out of the shed t'ward me. I shrieked in somehow both terror and delight. it veered off and disappeared into the garden.
Sarah stuck her head out the shed with a rather peculiar expression when I began hollering at them to run for their bubonic-free lives. of course i'd been the only one to see it, so neither of them believed in it, and went back to their rummaging with terrifying nonchalance.
five minutes later? a metre-long grey rat came leaping out of the shed t'ward me. I shrieked, it veered.
however this time all the dogs (three slobbering giants) took off after it, snarling and yelping their glee. so I was vindicated. the shed has rats. big grey rats with scaly medusa tails.
come to think of it, I think the boxes are still scattered all over the lawn. it's raining.
incidentally, I found my ponies. they were accompanied by some rather odd small white spheres. I naively thought someone had recognised the value of my treasures and they were some form of packing material. then Sarah informed me they were gecko eggs.
that shed is highly yucky.
the absence of pain is one.
I bet now you're assuming i'm in pain, since people tend to only appreciate the absence of pain when they're in pain.
but i'm not in pain. I just sometimes remember that pain exists and am glad for not experiencing it at present.
people are another. people are astonishing. after four years learning what makes them tock i'm still utterly baffled.
then, for all the reasons I passionately appreciate them, I also feel fiercely cold towards them.
the Australian government, for instance, is severely disappointing me of late. I should have been born in Sweden.
but at least i'm not an American..
well, i'm in Cairns, visiting my family. my hilarious, wonderful family.
and today I decided I would brave the garden shed in order to find my condemned-to-storage childhood memorabilia.
okay, I was after my little ponies. I knew there were some in there somewhere.
the garden shed is a disgustingly dusty, spider- and gecko- crawling sloppily piled mess of rusted, dripping junk that everyone is too scared to remember exists. no one in this household is capable of throwing anything away, no matter how broken or useless.
so Sarah and Hawkins, my ever-snarky sister and her ever-affable boyfriend, came trooping out to help me dig through it. which in hindsight was really rather kind of them.. particularly since after one look through the sinisterly creaking door had me petrified of setting foot within.
so they were hauling boxes out to scatter the backyard and I was picking gingerly through them in search of ponies when a metre-long grey rat came leaping out of the shed t'ward me. I shrieked in somehow both terror and delight. it veered off and disappeared into the garden.
Sarah stuck her head out the shed with a rather peculiar expression when I began hollering at them to run for their bubonic-free lives. of course i'd been the only one to see it, so neither of them believed in it, and went back to their rummaging with terrifying nonchalance.
five minutes later? a metre-long grey rat came leaping out of the shed t'ward me. I shrieked, it veered.
however this time all the dogs (three slobbering giants) took off after it, snarling and yelping their glee. so I was vindicated. the shed has rats. big grey rats with scaly medusa tails.
come to think of it, I think the boxes are still scattered all over the lawn. it's raining.
incidentally, I found my ponies. they were accompanied by some rather odd small white spheres. I naively thought someone had recognised the value of my treasures and they were some form of packing material. then Sarah informed me they were gecko eggs.
that shed is highly yucky.