Well the most perfect and gorgeous tall standing heavy Thai brass 1945 motorised 3 speed electric nuclear fusion powered fan (that could open a big can of Golden Circle pineapple just by sticking the can into the blades) has gone. Mrs Fitz, passing the fan yesterday, in a blizzard of Han organisational momentum, put her hand into the fan, there being no safety bars etc, and the razor sharp spinning blades delivered a clean cut to a top of a finger, through the top of the finger, and through the nail. The cut was so clean it was almost art. So, Mr Fitz instantly gave the fan to the managers of the complex here who have a small child, Irina. They accepted it gratefully...its worth a fortune...sigh, yet still, Mr Johnny Fitz, in his deeply protective manner handed it over with a qualm. The qualm came later. It was sooo beautiful, sigh, so rare...but still, that's not the point. If I am not here for and to protect Mrs Fitz, then I am no Mr Fitz at all.

MINDFULNESS: Now, whilst Mrs Fitz is at her Christmas work party tonight, I can simply roll up the 8ft square artificial turf on the balcony and throw it off the balcony to the ground 4 floors down and if it doesn't hit someone then I can just go down in the lift, pick it up and take it to the bin. I liked that artificial grass, and the river stones, and the plants, on the balcony. They provided an artificial paradise for me, the sunbirds, the geckoes, and a great hiding place for the clothes pegs for years...sigh. I guess, pretty soon, in inner Melbourne suburbia, I'll be riding my cool sporty hybrid Giant bicycle on early morning jaunts in my generously tight white lycra outfit, and stopping for the occasional coffee and buttered buns at Cafe D'Asshole in Doncaster with my new homies, looking down at my freshly waxed legs and getting erections about myself.

MINDFULNESS: Now, whilst Mrs Fitz is at her Christmas work party tonight, I can simply roll up the 8ft square artificial turf on the balcony and throw it off the balcony to the ground 4 floors down and if it doesn't hit someone then I can just go down in the lift, pick it up and take it to the bin. I liked that artificial grass, and the river stones, and the plants, on the balcony. They provided an artificial paradise for me, the sunbirds, the geckoes, and a great hiding place for the clothes pegs for years...sigh.
I guess, pretty soon, in inner Melbourne suburbia, I'll be riding my cool sporty hybrid Giant bicycle on early morning jaunts in my generously tight white lycra outfit, and stopping for the occasional coffee and buttered buns at Cafe D'Asshole in Doncaster with my new homies, looking down at my freshly waxed legs and getting erections about myself.

If ever buying steel shelving units, either for too many books, or for a garage, I'd suggest you only get the strong steel units that you bang together with a hammer. Don't get the ones with nuts and screws....yech. There is something very satisfying about assembling something just with a hammer, and it is equally satisfying to bash them apart when moving house. Now, John...There is the shelving unit, & here is the hammer...get to it....bash bash bash. Clunk. Very satisfying indeed. With one more day before we head off due to the Big Twuck being delayed, we both just fell apart for a few hours, which was also very satisfying. Clunk. Didn't even need a hammer. So because of the delay it gives us one less day to clean up the place After we pack the stuff into the Twuck, so this afternoon I will be shovelling stones from the balcony (it was set up with artificial grass and stones etc, and it worked pretty well)...into a big bucket and taking them downstairs to the grounds...moving them around on the niftiest little trolley thing I bought for $45 from Super Cheap Auto...its a gem.

Aleppo, Syria. Insurgents now only control 1% of the city. They are pretty well surrounded by Syrian troops and being pulverised by Russian jets. America's idea: "Hey, Syria, why not set up a corridor to let the insurgents run away?" Syria: "Are they going to surrender?" US: "Oh, no, they can't do that. We've given them too many weapons for them to surrender." Syria: "They are radical Islamic Terrorists." US: "No, they are...moderate Islamic terrorists." Syria: "If they are not going to surrender, then they will be killed in war. That's what happens in war, if they don't surrender. If they keep fighting and killing us, they will be killed." US: "But that's not fair. If you do that, they can't regroup and we can't fund them to kill you anymore." "Yep, That's right." US: "Doesn't seem fair. Don't you think that's kind of nasty?" Syria "Well, um, let me think.... ....no."

Aleppo, Syria.
Insurgents now only control 1% of the city. They are pretty well surrounded by Syrian troops and being pulverised by Russian jets.
America's idea: "Hey, Syria, why not set up a corridor to let the insurgents run away?"
Syria: "Are they going to surrender?"
US: "Oh, no, they can't do that. We've given them too many weapons for them to surrender."
Syria: "They are radical Islamic Terrorists."
US: "No, they are...um....(pause)...moderate Islamic terrorists."
Syria: "If they are not going to surrender, then they will be killed in war. That's what happens in war, if they don't surrender. If they keep fighting and killing us, they will be killed."
US: "But that's not fair. If you do that, they can't regroup and we can't fund them to kill you anymore."
"Yep, That's right."
US: "Doesn't seem fair. Don't you think that's kind of nasty?"
Syria "Well, um, let me think.... (pause) ....no."

DAY ONE + or - One, as the big Wiggles WEMOVALISTS Twuck is missing somewhere between Melbourne and Cairns, maybe just having a nap. There remains bed number 2 to be dismantled and some shelving units to be hammered apart. The Mighty Nissan Utility is being serviced.

Most human ventures, including house moving, have a zenith at its uppermost point and a nadir at its lowest ebb. We reached our nadir this afternoon, even before the sun set, and so I went and bought a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken. I could tell that our venture had achieved its nadir when, upon returning home with the bucket, and standing in the kitchen, my wife phoned me from the bedroom asking for 2 pieces of chicken.

Most human ventures, including house moving, have a zenith at its uppermost point and a nadir at its lowest ebb. We reached our nadir this afternoon, even before the sun set, and so I went and bought a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken.

I could tell that our venture had achieved its nadir when, upon returning home with the bucket, and standing in the kitchen, my wife phoned me from the bedroom asking for 2 pieces of chicken to be delivered to her.

I will miss Far North Queensland, when I think of all those times I randomly tied down other folks cattle on the Tablelands and lifted them into the ute to sell for steak and smoked Jerky at Yungaburra market...sigh. Good times. Won't be able to do that so often in the suburbs of Melbourne, I guess. Still, the future is unmapped, maybe opportunities will arise. You never know, Johnny Fitz, you never know. There be drop-bears there, I hear, and even fresh clown meat to be had, if you look carefully into the shadows at night. Goodness me, I just disturbed myself.

I will miss Far North Queensland, when I think of all those times I randomly tied down other folks cattle on the Tablelands and lifted them into the ute to sell for steak and smoked Jerky at Yungaburra market...sigh. Good times.
Won't be able to do that so often in the suburbs of Melbourne, I guess. Still, the future is unmapped, maybe opportunities will arise. You never know, Johnny Fitz, you never know. There be drop-bears there, I hear, and even fresh clown meat to be had, if you look carefully into the shadows at night.
Goodness me, I just disturbed myself.