Last weekend and many before Tilda (11) was wanting to get a bearded dragon as a pet, after doing all the research i come up with 2 reasons why not, there is a 3rd of not having a reptile licence although that does not seem to deter people selling them? The other two reasons, one is they are really expensive, and two I would have to drive out west and sit in a lounge room with a guy who breeds bearded dragons and do “the chat”, for anyone that has bought anything illegal, that part is very awkward and to be avoided at all costs.
So my alternative was to head on out to the headland at Maroubra and catch a Jacky Lizard or Jack dragon, same as a bearded dragon just not with the beard, bit like newtown before hipsters. Anyways as all good dads we catch a lizard, bring him home put him in the tank Tilda has cleaned up put sand in water containers sticks logs everything except the shaved bearded dragon or Jacky lizard and place in Rafiki. Its all good its like the lion king holding him up to the light and laying him down although not quite as dramatic, still its what she wanted and putting in dad hours I was clocking up some goodens.
The week goes on, Rafiki sits in a cold dark tank gets colder and colder, eats nothing, then more of nothing and a bit more of nothing so I get concerned and do the big old dad thing of “If he does not eat we are letting him go”. As pre planned we go to the pet shop on the way home from work I use the word we in hope that it was we, although it was just me as she was at a friends house, so yes it looks like I’m the main carer of this one for now, so I go to pet shop buy a light and packet of live crickets and set it all up. The pet shop lady tells me he wont eat while cold, this guy did not even move so eating was not an option. The light goes on and he goes nuts, runs around up the wall loves it. I get a cricket out with tweezer, (not easy) hold it to him and he necks the poor thing, the whole family, sans Tilda as mentioned earlier she is at a friends house but kept up with proceeding via Instragram all the way so its just like she was here? So she is happy, will I got a “like” a mention and a share? I was happy that the thing did not die and Rafiki is over the moon. The cricket not so happy but thats the small sacrifice you make to be a good dad!
The other day a 4 foot woman with a beard got on the bus in a huge panic saying “I have to get to Bent Street in Petersham”.
The next day in the public toilet at wynard station amongst the stench of summer there was a relatively normal looking fellow peeling a bag of boiled eggs and placing them into a container? And tomorrow our Finn turns 14 and is still talking to us on a regular basis.
So as strange as the world gets, there are some things that can never be explained so maybe just enjoy the outcome and don’t question the rest!
Love ya Finnboss, have a great day
Today I took Tilda to Addison road markets for a walk, bacon n egg roll, a pho noodles and bag of radishes, it’s great to see the original hipsters at play in there own surroundings along with the new or next generation of groovers with all the right clothes, the correct amount of gears on their bikes (one ) and beards, just love a beard! Till and I ended up in trash and treasure on two lovely seats one could of purchased for $25 a piece but we decided rather than purchase them we would just stay and watch the world of Marrickville past before our eyes and listen to Slave to the rhythm, by miss jones. Tilda played on her iPad more than watch but still a nice way to spend a Sunday morning.
The later part of the day I ended up in ikea, this experience could be summed up another time, although due to scare of horse meat being found in the hot dogs, the line did not seen any smaller
Last night I discovered after trying many things with kids that the stencil art seems to be a wonderful way to bring us all together in a rainy Friday evening!
Fishing in the van park off one of the pontoons, a grumpy old fella in one of them seems to have a big issue with me doing so, he comes out every 15 minutes to say “u ok” mumbles something and goes back in.
Now I’m not one to shit stir anyone but… it seems this fella does not want anyone near his cabin although the fact I’m not making a sound or doing anything wrong is bothering him the most, he’s just staring, waiting for me to do something offensive, leave rubbish or open a beer too loud and he will crack down. I figured to give him something to winge about to no one, i thought fuck him, I’m settling in fir the night, I may even grow a beard ill be here that long, whatever it takes.
I guess kids don’t always say the darndest things, as today in class whilst teaching budding young graphic design 1st year students Illustrator the class is designing and building a wine box complete with label, packaging the works and one of the better and need I say quieter girls, lets just call her Jess, her wine is called “Purple Possom” not sure why but that is the name. Its very cute design with a cute possum, cute colours, cute font the works and on the other hand a young lad in the class had called his “Swine wine” both interesting names, but when he was trying to draw a pig for his logo I was not liking the direction as a cute cartoonish pig does now really go with the word Swine, so I said “try not to make it like Jess’s, as her beaver is very cute and sweet, and it wont work for you”. I had not idea what I had just said? Not all of the class had realised what I just said, and I though confusing a possum with a beaver is a common mistake, and thanks Tim for pointing it out?
Another year of halloween has past, another year Mard and I try to ignore the holiday which we think really should not be celebrated here. This is hard with two kids obsessed with chance of dressing up and walking the streets of botany scouring for bags of lollies, normally those really cheap ones from the reject shop, the only place to make a red frog taste nothing like a red frog.
The afternoon started shakey as having two very different kids, Miss 10 had wanted to go with a friend who she found out had 6 of her friends, 6 of which Till did not know so immediately arced up with fear and took the night prior to convice it may not be that bad, I won out in the end and off she went.
On the other hand old hat Finnboss heads off with his mate into the streets, who knows if he goes trick or treating or just buys the lollies and goes to his mates house to watch porn, the standard of lollies is the same badness of his sisters so I am going with the first option. I do believe he may not have the cute factor Till is riding although his sense of humour will always get him over the line, or shit red frogs in the bag. This theory was proven correct when on the weekend he went to an Tai Kwon Do camp and one of the mums on his return told me he was the funniest kid, apparently he was making them all laugh and a Dad said his humour was 14 going on 30 and did not know whether to stay away from him or to sponsor his coming comedy tour, Finns response to this was “well.. I’m going to end up owning a Mansion or a Meth Lab”
Kids say the darndest things sometimes?