For my work here that's what I've primarily been helping with. Michael is a carpenter, who on the side, makes Bali inspired huts out of straw. Australians love traveling to Bali, Thailand, and Indonesia. It's all relatively close, very cheap, and totally different. All I do is separate a big clump of straw into four groups, then pull each small pile together, and use two black zipties an inch apart at the bottom, tighten it, and finally cut the slack off. I've said it before but I really do like this kind of work for a few hours at a time. The simplicity and repetitiveness is entrancing. I think there is so much value in training your mind to focus on one thing. One thing. In this day and age of an unlimited amount of information and distractions, the whole idea of multi-tasking is totally bogus in my mind. It just spreads yourself thin, spreads your focus too thin. I would rather work to train my mind so that when I have a task in front of me my mind becomes like a laser beam and I just get it done, smashing through the challenge like a beast, rather then doing a million different things with scattered energy. For me, that's how shit gets done. It's probably one of the best habits I've created over the past few years. Obviously I have my moments of laziness and moping around, but when I have something in front of me that needs to be done, I just do it. All the way down to simple things like making my bed, keeping my room clean, doing the dishes, exercising. It's all habit, and this one will serve me the rest of my days.
Heather, Michael, and Siren all headed out to work in the morning, along with Tasman and Kaitlin who had school, so I finished my work then loaded my camelbak up and explored the city, eventually finding a nearby skatepark. Hell yeah. It was lodged in between a road and a park that held sports games like rugby and soccer. It was just me and two kids, one on a short board, one on a scooter. I cruized around for a bit, then started talking to these two little dudes. After hearing my voice, one asked me, "Where you from?" I said, "America." To which he said, "oh I love America."I asked him, "Yeah why is that buddy?" Starting to laugh, he stated, "cuz they say the N word a lot." Ahhhhhaha. Too good. He wanted to show me a picture he took of a car on his cracked screen, but he said the only way to see was to put the phone under my shirt and stick my head under. His Strayin' accent is priceless. Then I asked him what was written on the top of his board. He smiled at me, "Fuck." The next few hours I let them borrow my board on and off and we did some quality shreddin'. I was drinking out of my camelbak and he was thirsty, so I let him have as much as he wanted. He came back to me after he went over to a middle aged man sitting on a bench in the distance. I found out that a different person watches over him during the day and then at night. With no discernible sadness in his tone, he said, "my parents didn't want me anymore." Apparently his day time caretaker thought I was feeding the kid booze via my camelbak. What? He walked over to him with some water in his mouth and spit it out in front of him. "See! It's just water!" This kid has such a raw mature sense of humor I've never seen in a kid that young. I love it. He told me how he wants to go to America cuz they have strip clubs. I said, "well I bet they have them here too." Then holding out his imaginary pen and paper, "Ok where?! Sydney?! Gold Coast?! Where?! Huh?!" Ah ha. Before I left I told him with my attempted accent, "I reckon I'm gonna be leaving soon mate." He shot back, "I reckon you're not gonna leave, or I'll kick your ass." Ahhh man I love this kids punk spirit. I walked home wondering where he'd end up. He has a different caretaker morning and night. Parents who completely left him for unknown reasons. Wow. I wish him the best. The kid made me laugh so much.
Another day Heather had a yoga class near an awesome spot with some free museums, shops, cafe's, and a super long super scenic pier along the ocean. I brought along the essentials, my skate, camelbak, and camera. Wow this is awesome. I started taking pictures, then checked to view them, nothing. Blackness. Took a few more. Nothing. Blackness. My heart sunk. Noooooooo. Fuckin fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Shit, Damnit. No. No. No. Noooooo. My camera is broken. From the fall over the bridge the other day. I let out my anger and frustration for the next ten minutes, then let it go. Whatever. I guess I won't be able to take pics the rest of my trip. Poop. I bolted down the pier on my skate all the way to the very end which took me close to thirty minutes. Incredibly beautiful. But no pictures for everyone. I guess those images are just for my mind only. Later that night. Ghostbusters with the fam. So classic. I hadn't seen that movie for years and years.
Heather was a surrogate for a gay couple, which I think is awesome for gay couples to be able to experience having kids. She just had her baby recently. Even though she sees her daughter every week, there's no way I'd personally be able to give my kid away like that.
Heather, Michael, and Siren all headed out to work in the morning, along with Tasman and Kaitlin who had school, so I finished my work then loaded my camelbak up and explored the city, eventually finding a nearby skatepark. Hell yeah. It was lodged in between a road and a park that held sports games like rugby and soccer. It was just me and two kids, one on a short board, one on a scooter. I cruized around for a bit, then started talking to these two little dudes. After hearing my voice, one asked me, "Where you from?" I said, "America." To which he said, "oh I love America."I asked him, "Yeah why is that buddy?" Starting to laugh, he stated, "cuz they say the N word a lot." Ahhhhhaha. Too good. He wanted to show me a picture he took of a car on his cracked screen, but he said the only way to see was to put the phone under my shirt and stick my head under. His Strayin' accent is priceless. Then I asked him what was written on the top of his board. He smiled at me, "Fuck." The next few hours I let them borrow my board on and off and we did some quality shreddin'. I was drinking out of my camelbak and he was thirsty, so I let him have as much as he wanted. He came back to me after he went over to a middle aged man sitting on a bench in the distance. I found out that a different person watches over him during the day and then at night. With no discernible sadness in his tone, he said, "my parents didn't want me anymore." Apparently his day time caretaker thought I was feeding the kid booze via my camelbak. What? He walked over to him with some water in his mouth and spit it out in front of him. "See! It's just water!" This kid has such a raw mature sense of humor I've never seen in a kid that young. I love it. He told me how he wants to go to America cuz they have strip clubs. I said, "well I bet they have them here too." Then holding out his imaginary pen and paper, "Ok where?! Sydney?! Gold Coast?! Where?! Huh?!" Ah ha. Before I left I told him with my attempted accent, "I reckon I'm gonna be leaving soon mate." He shot back, "I reckon you're not gonna leave, or I'll kick your ass." Ahhh man I love this kids punk spirit. I walked home wondering where he'd end up. He has a different caretaker morning and night. Parents who completely left him for unknown reasons. Wow. I wish him the best. The kid made me laugh so much.
Another day Heather had a yoga class near an awesome spot with some free museums, shops, cafe's, and a super long super scenic pier along the ocean. I brought along the essentials, my skate, camelbak, and camera. Wow this is awesome. I started taking pictures, then checked to view them, nothing. Blackness. Took a few more. Nothing. Blackness. My heart sunk. Noooooooo. Fuckin fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Shit, Damnit. No. No. No. Noooooo. My camera is broken. From the fall over the bridge the other day. I let out my anger and frustration for the next ten minutes, then let it go. Whatever. I guess I won't be able to take pics the rest of my trip. Poop. I bolted down the pier on my skate all the way to the very end which took me close to thirty minutes. Incredibly beautiful. But no pictures for everyone. I guess those images are just for my mind only. Later that night. Ghostbusters with the fam. So classic. I hadn't seen that movie for years and years.
Heather was a surrogate for a gay couple, which I think is awesome for gay couples to be able to experience having kids. She just had her baby recently. Even though she sees her daughter every week, there's no way I'd personally be able to give my kid away like that.
To each his own
I made my homemade surprisingly healthy chocolate and peanut butter fudge with Kaitlin and everyone loved it. A few days later, I went into the kitchen and Kaitlin was making it again by herself. Made me smile.
The baby kitten tried sleeping with me one night. Curling right up on my head, then over my neck. Finally after waking up several times that was enough. The kitten is at such a fun stage. It's so playful and curious about everything. I've been saying it (to myself) for a while now that I want a cat so badly. Ever since Sicily I fell in love with cats and their mysterious playful innocence.
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