Daydreams

I'm a dreamer, day and night dreams. I could sit somewhere, anywhere really, and comfortably stare into space for Guinness Book amounts of time. Often I ponder the "what ifs", but not too seriously of course. Why bother doing anything seriously besides breathing? Sometimes the weirder area (which spans quite a large section) of my mental takes over and really gets, well, weird. My imagination knows no limits. I think about other people's lives, where they have been and where they are going, if they are stressed or happy or if their face naturally conveys those expressions. I imagine people pooping, because everyone poos, even the queen of England sits and strains after a big greasy meal. Old people and babies have the worst smelling poo I think. I heard my grandmother taking a poo in her eighties once, and I will never forget that sound as long as I live, the smell sticks to my mind even more. But enough about poo, what about being the random people I only catch a glimpse of as I pass by in a car or train, or they pass by in a car or train and we stare deep into eachothers souls and cause time to snail crawl for one fraction of a millifraction of history...who are they, would we be friends or enemies, how long have they been awake today, do they eat meat, where did they grow up, what does their voice sound like, what is there biggest insecurity, are their hands rough or smooth. There was this kid in my elementary school who had really rough hands and bad breath all the time. Rough like wrinkly and withered rough. Morning breath type stink, always. What caused that? What do my hands feel like? Does my breath ever stink like that besides in the morning? Why does bad breath even matter? What makes a smell "bad"? A garbage man couldn't tell you. A little kid in India walking on the trash piles in Mumbai (Bombay, whatever) couldn't tell you. I guess I think trash smells bad. What did people do before deodorant? I visited this farm recently that is a historical site now and the guide was telling us that they used to bathe only once a week. They would wash their face and forearms daily but thats it...when did somoeone decide it was better to wear perfume or cologne than to just let your natural odor run rampant? Interesting stuff I talk about with myself indeed...smelly stuff in this episode. My feet smell right now, so maybe that is subconsciously making me think of smells. How about physical pain? How much would it hurt to really get smashed by a heavy object moving at high velocity? Would I even have time to feel the pain...it must really suck to suffer before dying. When I get old just pull my plug WHEN I SAY SO, got it? Why do different parts of the day feel different? Why do I feel silly typing a blog? I miss my bicycle. Its been too long since I have seen it, let alone ridden it. Snowboarding is fun and I am good at it which makes it twice as fun. It is the only thing tangible that I am good at, the other thing I quite excel at is daydreaming!

Yet again, life ceases to amaze. . .

After leaving Jindy the plan was to go wwoof somewhere near Melbourne until my parents arrived; to save money which was already running low with more than 2 months to go, but also just to wwoof as it has been something I have been wanting to do for ages...willing workers on organic farms, wwoof.org if you don't know....stay on someone's farm/property for x amount of time, work a bit each day, and in return get housed and fed...simple. I consider it a free education among other things. I grew up in compact suburbia, so tho I might seem like a hippie grass feeder dirtball, I am actually just a product of blue collar over commercialized "society"...my fate has been pulling me a different way for the last 4 years, so I have been keen to learn different ways of living (living in a van, living on a bicycle, getting everything for free, etc.) Annnnyways, there is an online bulletin of hosts who need people so I scoped it and contacted this guy who had a private stretch of beach just a walk of woods away from his self sufficient eco-property...too good to be true, yup...he said he didn't have anything until October...a few days later, one day before leaving Jindy I saw a fresh post from a Dutch family outside Melbourne who needed wwooffers for odd jobs on their property.

That property is where I am now, sitting by the fire, drinking a beer, on the MacBook Pro, connected and not all at the same time....I have been here for about 10 days (Hitched all the way from Jindabyne to Packenham in just 6 rides, 2 really long ones, and a night camped out on the beach at Lakes Entrance) The family is Dutch, and emigrated here 2 years ago to provide a better life for their three young daughters and themselves. In a nutshell, I have started learning a little Dutch, built a greenhouse, planted oak trees, chainsawed tree limbs, made a compost pile, fed the horses, chickens, and pig several times, made many fires, shared many many almost too many (never!) delicious meals, shared stories and laughs, went to Melbourne's Queen Victoria Market, and visited one of Australia's oldest farm properties, Gulf Station...all in ten days...oh I went to the 6th grade school play, and got to witness Monday morning assembly at the girls' primary school on Footy dress up day. Like a sponge soaking up the endless moisture of life's nutrients with no capacity to overflow, ever.