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Life In [location redacted].

Nice chatty electrician today. Assumed we were the same age, I'm sure we can't possibly be I am *so* not middled aged!

They were here putting power points in the shed, and have done a lot of work for Big Sis on her home and the one I was chatting to reckons before he saw me but had heard my voice he knew we were sisters. I guess we don't really look similar anymore but we do both sound like Mum.

He asked if we grew up in the country on acccount of us having very distinctive voices. Somewhere isolated maybe...? No, we just didn't get out much, I said, and cheerful banter ensued.

So during a conversation along these lines, he asked if it was the case that I had good days and bad days (he'd clocked the scooter in the shed, and having had a chat about the pending automatic door and my dreams of bat-caving it in and out, then about how I don't drive anymore thank God) and I said that yes, I do, comes and goes and all that.

(If someone asks a question like that it usually means they know someone in a similar position, it's a rhetorical question that seems to be a way of bonding. It works for me, because as rhetorical questions go, it's spot on and I take it in the spirit with which it is intended).

And rather sweetly, as he finished his tea and we were winding up, he said well, I was definitely looking good today. And off he went.

Easily flattered? Fuck yes!

At least, I don't think he was patronising me...


Big Sister took me just round the corner to my localest shops. It's a good spot, and hilariously [location redacted]. In fact it's so fucking [location redacted] that the milk bar only stocks biodynamic and/or non-homogenised milk. Still, I guess that's no surprise given that [location redacted] is where I now live.

In fact it's such a good spot that I won't need to go further afield for any regular needs. There's even a butcher's. Selling certified organic meat of course, because this is [location redacted] and that's how we roll here, mofos.

Oh look! Hipster on a fixie!

Footpaths are a bit narrow, so people will have to jump out of my way, but I think I'll fit in fine with Bazza the scooter. Hipsters love cripples.


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Apr. 27th, 2012 07:28 am (UTC)
I am imagining you putting a tie dyed something on Bazza, and totally being at one with your new hood!
Apr. 27th, 2012 08:05 am (UTC)
Haha fixie.
Apr. 27th, 2012 09:28 am (UTC)
Well, that's what happens when you move to [location redacted]!!!
Apr. 27th, 2012 10:40 am (UTC)
Oh, you must live just over the hill from me in organic-hipster-ville! Or across the bay in Berkeley ...okay, maybe not.

Nonetheless we shall tell them that power mobility devices are the new fixies. After all, electric vehicles are kind to the Earth and all that.

Ooh, ooh, if I can find that "One Less Fixie" bumper sticker ever (I saw it in the back of a lovely restored Fifties dykey pickup truck a few blocks from here) I will send you one for Bazza!
Apr. 27th, 2012 10:41 am (UTC)
WTFs a fixie???
Apr. 27th, 2012 11:08 am (UTC)
It's a fixed wheel bicycle. On a normal bike you can coast without pedalling.

But on a fixie the pedals are fixed, like on a kid's trike. When the pedals stop, the bike stops. And the wheels only turn as fast as the pedals are turned.

sacred_chao seems to think they're great fun but they sound like torture to me. For some reason they've been adopted by hipsters.
Apr. 27th, 2012 10:42 am (UTC)
Hmmm...life in "location redacted" seems rather pleasant if a bit hip for my palate.

Yes, when somebody asks about good and bad days for any given condition, they KNOW,
It's good to see you so calm.

Methinks I need a new postal addy...you know, for Christmas cards and stuff.
Apr. 27th, 2012 11:12 am (UTC)
Filtered post on Monday when I've got my new phone number as well (I hope).

Isn't it amazing what a change in living circumstances can do?
Apr. 27th, 2012 12:18 pm (UTC)
I'll be waiting for that, then.
Apr. 27th, 2012 01:48 pm (UTC)
I really like it when tradespeople/randompeople are nice about invisible/semi-invisible illness. it gives me hope, and it's so much more pleasant than people who look at you like they are thinking a bunch of ignorant judgmental things.

The word 'nice' is an umbrella term that covers respectful, kind and compassionate, and treating you as a person with feelings and a brain.
Apr. 27th, 2012 02:49 pm (UTC)
Being ever so slightly familiar with Melbourne, I'm dying to know where "[location redacted]" is.

I have to say, a fixie bike sounds like the ultimate in inconvenience to me. I'd have bruised ankles from the pedals hitting my legs on the way round.
Apr. 27th, 2012 08:56 pm (UTC)
Hipster heaven
Omg now is the time for your knitting business!
Apr. 28th, 2012 10:51 am (UTC)
Welcome to the hipster greenie land :) I reckon you should rev up Bazza and start yarn bombing the neighbourhood. It's what the hipster kids are doing these days. Personally, I love a bit of yarn street art. Colourful, fuzzy, and non-destructive.
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