(This made me absurdly happy, partially because it now allows me to use both hands while I'm climbing the moderately shaky ladder to the roof, but mostly because it's one step closer to the treehouse I always dreamed of.)
A food post - we haven't had one of these in a while. My documentation of edibles has become lazier, so a lot of meals over the past few months have gone un-photographed, which probably a good thing for you my dear one, possibly two, readers.
Around this time of year you'll often find Sydney Buses driving around the city festooned with lights, packed with tinsel, groaning under the weight of plastic baubles all in an effort to promote Christmas cheer. I had always stared in wonder at these great festive beasts as they passed me by, thanking various deities that I had never had the occasion to ride in one.
Well yesterday my time finally came. Waiting at the bus stop a merriment mobile pulled up and, being tired and vulnerable, I was compelled to get on. It was intense. Every window was covered with drawings by local schoolkids interspersed with red and green spraypaint blotches, and from the roof hung cellophane lanterns, smiling Santas, candy canes and glittery paddle pop stick arrangements that all but obscured the emergency equipment sharing the space. Some twirly X-mas coloured thing with a reindeer on top would hit me in the head every time the bus cornered too sharply.
As my eyes slowly adjusted, to my amazement I found myself smiling uncontrollably. Under flashing lights, between poorly drawn gingerbread men, commuters sat stoically dismal; defiant in the face of excessive ornamentation. This one-sided battle between man and environment was nothing short of beautiful, the decorations' combined struggle rendered absurd by the commuters' defences, falling like water upon a duck's back. (Where the duck was made of metal and heated to a point that the water would evaporate before even making contact.)
It was a truly a triumph of the human spirit - spirits so crushed and compacted that they were as hard and resilient as diamond.
Oscar enjoys making things, some you can eat and some that you shouldn't.
She used to go to art school but then she graduated, so now she doesn't anymore.
Oscar also has trouble deciding which are funnier - dicks or farts - and would find any advice on this conundrum welcome.