The wheel has undeniably been the most important invention
of the human species. Some may argue that no, it was the iPhone. Those people
are silly. Without the wheel, civilisation would have never been built and the
iPhone never invented. So it all lies with the invention the wheel and how
fantastic that individual, who realised its potential, was. For one wheel has
dragged me out of the mire and up the hill and to my shitty caravan. Yes, I’m
back on the block.
For the best part of five months I’ve managed to avoid the hole via house sitting which itself hasn’t been without adventures. I’ve even headed to the big smoke a few times during those months and stayed in the comfort of a hotel and a B & B. But nothing gets the wooden spoon like fighting your way through months’ worth of cobwebs to find your bed covered in dirt, dead insects and gecko presents. Dog is quite happy about the situation. She gets to run around and hunt for grasshoppers and sleep all day and run some more. My current native pervert is a blue-winged kookaburra who flies about while Thor slams his hammer above Pine Creek and the Douglas Daly.
While procrastinating getting out of an invention that is carried along by four wheels that sometimes get stuck and needing another four wheels to get out and then another four wheels again to get completely out (google a bloke called Kor Blund, he has a fantastic song about this very situation) I thanked the heavens, no, not really, thanked my Dad for buying me a little wheel for my birthday. This little wheel means I don’t have to get my four wheels stuck again through laziness over the issue of having to walk somewhere inundated with stuff. This little wheel fit nicely onto my wheelbarrow of which the original wheel perished some time ago leaving a garden bed half built.
With the new lease on life on the wheelbarrow I can now push my crap uphill to the camp rather than lug and drag it all. Then I can bring it back down the hill empty so I can push it back uphill full of more crap. So thank you to the inventor of the wheel and thanks even more to my Dad for gifting me one.
For the best part of five months I’ve managed to avoid the hole via house sitting which itself hasn’t been without adventures. I’ve even headed to the big smoke a few times during those months and stayed in the comfort of a hotel and a B & B. But nothing gets the wooden spoon like fighting your way through months’ worth of cobwebs to find your bed covered in dirt, dead insects and gecko presents. Dog is quite happy about the situation. She gets to run around and hunt for grasshoppers and sleep all day and run some more. My current native pervert is a blue-winged kookaburra who flies about while Thor slams his hammer above Pine Creek and the Douglas Daly.
While procrastinating getting out of an invention that is carried along by four wheels that sometimes get stuck and needing another four wheels to get out and then another four wheels again to get completely out (google a bloke called Kor Blund, he has a fantastic song about this very situation) I thanked the heavens, no, not really, thanked my Dad for buying me a little wheel for my birthday. This little wheel means I don’t have to get my four wheels stuck again through laziness over the issue of having to walk somewhere inundated with stuff. This little wheel fit nicely onto my wheelbarrow of which the original wheel perished some time ago leaving a garden bed half built.
With the new lease on life on the wheelbarrow I can now push my crap uphill to the camp rather than lug and drag it all. Then I can bring it back down the hill empty so I can push it back uphill full of more crap. So thank you to the inventor of the wheel and thanks even more to my Dad for gifting me one.
