I miss the smells and sights of an autumn walk though the woods, especially after a shower. The colours of amber and gold blinking in the light as the sun alternately shines through the leaves and sparkles in water droplets hanging from bare twigs is a sight I’ve not seen here in Australia. The ubiquitous Eucalyptus trees dominate the landscape to the extent that there is little other ‘natural’ growth though of course avid gardeners do their bit by planting trees that have a little more character. There are times I could do with a soul refreshing walk through a European (or North American?) deciduous forest in the Autumn.

No idea what brought it to mind, I’m probably just a little ‘down in the mouth’… as the duck said while building her nest.

Maybe not in every way but I did feel I was getting back to normal this morning. Then I changed the dressing… which stunk. The nail looks like it’s hanging off and it really isn’t looking as good as I’d hoped it might. In an effort to ward off any *more* problems, I’m off to the doctor later on to see if it’s become infected. Oh joy.

Before you ask… yes I *have* been taking the antibiotics as instructed. Maybe they just aren’t powerful enough?

Veering off at a tangent as I do, I went out yesterday into the garden for what felt like the first time in ages. What met me was a scene of desolation. The lawns are lank and straggly and the sides are in need of trimming back. All the garden beds have become overgrown because of the rain yet *despite* the rain the hanging baskets and tubs have nearly all died back leaving them looking quite sad.

What with the diet, the visitors, the school summer holidays the bad back, the rain, the damaged toe, the back again… and still the toe… the whole place has gone to rack and ruin. It’s quite sad when I think of the work I’d put in to make it attractive. Still, it gives me something else to do once I’m back moving around properly again… like I don’t have enough.

Lying in bed last night and I started to think… I do occasionally… honest! Anyway, I started thinking about ‘the last time’ for doing, seeing, saying (etc.) things and whether we would have done whatever it was differently had we been aware it *was* to be the last time… for whatever it was. :)

This led me on to the subject of if we *had* done it differently, then *would* it have been the last time? This led naturally to my considering if there was ever a ‘first’ time’ or was there ever an ‘only’ time? I got here because I remembered all events are unique and so can’t be repeated.

Which of course led me to understanding there can be no ‘shared experience’ because we each approach an event from different perspectives and our prior experience means our memory of an event will be different even as it’s being recorded.

This quiet rambling around philosophical backwaters went on for some time… and then… I remembered I’d started taking the Modafinil  tablets again a day or so before and this surge in cognitive activity was quite probably one of the results! As, no doubt was the post about life in the digital age.

Yes it’s nice to think I’m as ‘normal’ as nature intended… but I can tell you it feels a damn sight better to be able to think a little more clearly!!

Maybe tonight I’ll start making a mental list of what things I’ve done for the ‘last time’. If that doesn’t send me off to sleep nothing will! :D

I’m sure lots of you know how addicted I am to books with complex story lines and highly developed characterisation. The two most obvious I’ve been ‘hooked’ by have been the ‘Lord of the Rings’ trilogy (and the associated supplementary texts), and of course The Harry Potter series.

Well for the past few nights I’ve been absorbed by the first two offerings of yet another ‘cycle’, that of a ‘Dragon Rider’ called Eragon and his Dragon called Saphira. The author is Christopher Paolini who began writing the series when he was fifteen or so. Currently he is 24 years old and is hard at work completing his series. The third book is due for release in September 2008, and the final book sometime later (the date as yet unspecified).

The first of the series was released as as film, to mixed reviews but I can’t say I’m surprised. Whilst the books *are* well developed and readable, they are so clearly derivative (even, oddly enough, of Star Wars!!) that for people like myself who are enchanted repeatedly by the other major book series the plotlines could well be rejected in whatever format they’re presented.

However, and it’s a big ‘however’, the books *are* well written, well presented and readable. Ok the plots are familiar on many, many levels, but there are few books that aren’t! Much as I love the Harry Potter series, echoes of other well trodden paths can be found along its pages if one examines it carefully and echoes sound from many disparate areas, including both Machiavelli’s ‘Prince’ *and* notably Jill Murphy’s ‘Worst Witch’ series!!

As far as this ‘book cycle’ is concerned I would say that fundamentally, they are what they set out to be… a good read… and in the end surely that’s all that matters. If you want a well thought out exciting fantasy adventure series that isn’t as heavy as Lord of the Rings, nor yet as ‘lightweight’ as Harry Potter, then I’d recommend Inheritance and it’s first two books Eragon’ and ‘Eldest’ as being worth a browse!

Lowering the tone slightly from the last post…

Cat on a cupboard .. the wife called me in to the ‘study’ this morning and told me to see what the ‘white thing’ was on the top of a set of cupboards. Thinking it was something the kids had left behind when they left for school I reached up.

Then it moved.

Once I recovered and she’d stopped laughing I realised it was the cat. It isn’t so obvious from the picture but she was almost invisible from the ground! Especially when her white face was next to those white straps on the rucksack! Cat’s are extremely odd creatures. :)

What I’m wondering now is… how did she get up there? There’s nothing there to cling on to properly.

Slippery books standing on slippery wooden shelves next to a slippery wall and slippery blinds.

How come she didn’t slip off?

I was reading an article on www.news.com today written by Bob Hart who is a staff writer for the Herald Sun. The article described his attempts to live without the accoutrement’s of the hi-tech world to which he’d become accustomed.

I’ve never met Bob, nor am I ever likely to, we live in different worlds. I wouldn’t even say I was a contemporary of Bob’s, he has led an entirely different life to me and the only things we have in common are really being almost ‘of an age’ (he being 64 and me being 60) and our shared almost adoring attachment to the digital age.

To save you reading the entire article, unless you really feel the need, Bob asks the question of himself if was still possible for him to live easily without all the digital gear his life currently revolved around, and if he tried… how would he cope. To be honest he coped remarkable well, but then he would. Technology has not yet invaded the everyday life of the vast majority of people to the extent that the ‘old-fashioned’ has become obsolete. What’s more, in my opinion it is unlikely to in the near future. Technology simply hasn’t permeated our everyday *individual* worlds to that extent.

Of course it would be almost impossible now to turn back the clock 50 years to a time before computers controlled everything from food and manufacturing production to transportation logistics… and even warehousing, purchasing, pricing and delivery scheduling… but as individuals we are still relatively independent of the worst inroads of technological advance.

True I’d find it utterly impossible to communicate my thoughts to you in their rampant mediocrity was it not for the computer. Yes in theory at least I could write letters… in practice I suppose I still carry sufficient knowledge to produce my own paper pen and ink. I could even send it ‘snail mail’ by ship across the seas to reach you. And whilst I’m aware the letter would be safely ensconced within a postal system dominated by computer assisted sorting and delivery regimes, my own physical dependence on that technology would be reduced to a minimum. Of course for many of you that I have never, and will never have met… even that minimal communication would be impossible.

Still, I digress. The point I’m trying to make is that it *is* still remarkable easy for an individual to turn their back on the new technology as an individual and revert to an older, gentler way of life. Public telephones still exist, as does the old FM/AM radio. We can still walk, ride bicycles, meet face to face when required and even carry on business by barter if we so wish. It is indeed quite eminently possible…. but oh what a hassle!!

One of the problems I’m finding as I write is to identify the hold this technology has on me and why I can’t just shrug it off and ignore it. Since I’m using my own life as an example, I could ask do I really *need* to be available for contact with the world at any and every given moment of the day? If not… why do I carry a mobile phone with me? Is there no place left in my life for real, actual solitude? That is solitude exemplified not only by the absence of direct interaction with another human being, but the absence of any other means of communication and/or information gathering such as a computer. I make the distinction because I’m more than happy to spend hours physically alone, but ‘online’ with only the ‘world wide web’ of information to provide ‘company’.

So could *I* manage to abandon the technological world with its myriad ways of ensuring none of us is more than a button press away from the other?

Believe it or not I think I could! The idea does create some concern, because it would mean cutting myself off from almost every means I have currently of immediately communicating with friends and family in my country of origin, the UK. However, if it became necessary, it *would* be possible for me to do it… and to cope.

Next question is… would I be willing, as Bob did, to actually *try* it in real time? The answer right now is no. Not because I’m addicted (though of course I would say that even if I was!) but because there simply isn’t the need. If and/or when the need arises, I’ll lay down my phone, walk away from my computer, digital camera, digital watch and the rest and not look back. Actually that isn’t strictly true… I *might* look back, but if I was to look back, I think it would be mainly with relief.

Why? Well perhaps that’s a story for another day. Right now it’s enough for me to know that despite what seems to be my reliance on the current crop of communication machinery, I *am* still ‘human’ and *can* live quite happily in glorious isolation without them. Realistically, there isn’t the slightest chance of my way of life reverting entirely to a ‘hunter gatherer’ or even totally agricultural, society, I’m simply too old and fat now for that to be a practical possibility, but I could back away from the worst inroads of this loss of privacy and independence with little sense of loss.

The technology is there to use if I want to… and, if I want to, I can simply abandon it. Today, like Bob… I am making a choice and, today at least, I choose not to. In the end perhaps that’s the most important point of all. For the majority of people alive today, deciding whether or not to use these tools is a choice we are still able to make. I wonder how far into the future the use of these tools will change from a convenience to a necessity… and how soon after that will it become an imperative?

How long will it be before the ‘choice’ is irrevocably taken from us?

The toe hurts, as you’d expect, but I’ve been ‘back on my feet’ most of the day (on and off) so am a bit weary.

Though I’ve done a bit of clearing up and tidying, I’m still not making any attempt to drive, and  don’t intend to until either I’m sure the toe bone has reset, or until circumstances force me to, i.e. when the wife isn’t here and the kids can’t catch the school bus as they did this morning… for the first time ever!

On a theme, I can’t say I was too happy about the kids catching the bus after all these years, but I suppose they have to be set free sometime or other. Of course being the first time, it all went a bit wrong when the eldest daughter managed to leave a $10 note and her library book on the bus as she left. The book was recovered…. but not the $10 note. Odd really since the bus was empty when she and her friends got off at school. Never mind. Maybe it went to a good home.

It went even *more* wrong at ‘home-time’ when the wife remembered that the eldest had an extra-curricular activity to attend, and that the little one with her twisted ankle wouldn’t be going to hers so would try to catch the bus home alone. She decided it was unreasonable to expect the youngest to handle catching the bus by herself so went up to get her. They then had a merry hour chasing each other around the car parks and phoning around trying to establish where each other was. I know this because at one point the school phoned *me* to ask where the wife was! Just to add to the fun… the eldest decided to do a similar thing and arrive at the wrong pickup point at the wrong time. Classic.

Obviously they all found each other in the end but they arrived home with nerves a bit frazzled. The wife told me she hates my ‘job’. I told that this was probably one of the good days! :)

It’s the first parent/teacher night tonight up at the school. Usually I get dragged along to get told what the teachers intend to do for our kids this year… which is almost totally unlike the more ‘private’ ones we go to later in the year… where they explain why they couldn’t do it.

The wife agreed there probably wasn’t much to be gained from both of us going up so she’s gone up alone… sorta. Both girls have gone to Girl Guides tonight (the eldest as a Junior Leader) and the session ends at 7:15 p.m. The wife has to be at the school by 7:30 p.m. and it’ll be a 20 minute drive at least to get there so she’ll not have time to get back here to drop the girls off.

Best of luck to them all. I’m making the most of the free time to sit on the bed with my foot up, eating popcorn, and watching TV. It’s a hard job… but someone has to do it! :)

Rellies brought the daughter home. She seems ok really though is still wearing an ice-pack and bandage.

I don’t think she needs a doctor, but we’ll wait awhile before finally deciding… but it isn’t as bad as  it sounded when the nurse described it – luckily. :)

I was just completing the previous post when I received a call from the nurse running the Sick Bay at the daughter’s school. The youngest had fallen in the playground playing ‘tip’ and had badly twisted her ankle. She was given some treatment consisting of ‘elevation’ and an ice-pack and sent back to class.

However, some time later (unspecified) she came *back* to Sick Bay complaining of pain in her ankle which was by now rather swollen.

The nurse suggested she would need picking up – not easy bearing in mind I’m not supposed to drive – however, the rellies had decided not to go out today and luckily were available to go get her.  I called the wife to give her the news and luckily she was already on her way home to look after *me*!! Awww…. nice.

Now when she gets home she’ll have two invalids to look after… one of which (the youngest daughter) will need to be taken to a doctor to be examined. Hopefully she’ll be ok… kids tend to be ok after a nights sleep and some TLC. :)

Still… goes to show the jinx is alive and kicking… even if it’s doing it’s best to make sure we aren’t… kicking that is!!

I sent an SMS to the eldest daughter telling her under *no* circumstances was she to fall over!! Well… these things usually go in threes… don’t they?? I’m assuming the wife will take care of herself, the jinx doesn’t seem to affect her. Odd that!!! :D

Over the weeks and months this blog has changed slowly from being ‘news oriented’ to being virtually a virtual online diary. I suppose circumstances made it so and I can’t see it changing much in the near future with things as they are. C’est la vie.

The current focus is still of course the injury to my toe and the problems it’s causing.

We managed to get the kids to school eventually by having the niece and nephew cart them up there. They also say they’ll take them to ice skating this afternoon. They also dropped the wife off on the way so while she was late to work, at least she got there. Tomorrow is another day and right now I’m not sure what we’re going to do.

Not a lot has happened since I last posted an update. The dressing on my toe fell off during the night which wasn’t good, but I cleaned it with antiseptic and redressed it myself noting the stitches which I’d not noticed before that are holding the nail in place… ewwww!!

Later I contacted a firm of lawyers to get some advice about our options vis a vis support with transport requirements. He wasn’t too enthusiastic about our chances of a large sum… but I explained we aren’t really looking for anything major. I doubt this will be a long term issue, it’s more the costs we’ll incur in transporting the kids and the wife around to various locations by taxi if I can’t drive for a period. Anyway I sent him an email covering the salient points surrounding the incident and its aftermath to date, and will wait for his response before doing anything else.

I also contacted the specialist with regard to a follow up appointment, and after some confusion with their receptionist which I needn’t go into, I was able to make the appointment *and* get some advice regarding my mobility.

I was told under no circumstances should I drive until I’d have my toe re-examined by the doctor. However I need no longer keep the foot elevated and whilst they would prefer I simply sit and wait until the 25th Feb (the appointment date) I *can* shuffle around if I keep the weight off the toe, i.e. walk only using my heel, and try to keep the activity to a minimum. I suppose this would mean for example I could vacuum floors, or similar, if I took care about how I moved whilst doing it. It would also imply pushing a lawnmower would be inadvisable, likewise standing and cooking.

Naturally this is severely limiting my options and in fact really leaves us with only two – neither of which are particularly appealing. I either ignore the doctor and drive… not a good idea. Or we employ the services of a taxi to ferry us all about… which would be expensive.

Right now we’ll just have to wait until we get some advice from the lawyer… so will have to start collecting receipts etc in order to make future claims. Aggravating eh? :(

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