Crazy Parents

Life has to be blasé. I don't care how you do it, who you do it with or how many people you have to concur with before you agree that it's something you can voice your opinion on, but, quite frankly, life has to be lived with no past and no future to be able to enjoy it fully. I love my parents because they're blasé about all and sundry. They may pretend to live life knowing and feeling and predicting the future, but they know not what lies ahead, and I think that deep down they know that... they just pretend not to, so that they can prepare for possible eventualities. Problem is, when my mother is involved, the future is never predictable and if it is, it's only because she said it was going to be what it eventually became. And this is one of the things I'm finding very difficult about moving out to Australia for. I've grown to love my parents. More and more like people, with the added bonus that they are actually family. We talk and we share jokes like we've known each other all our lives, and although that's a cliché commonly used by lovers, it's one I gladly imply with my folks. I think that many times, this comes from living life on the edge. You never quite know if it's going to go right or wrong, but if you believe in people around you, and you believe that circumstances will eventually unfold to portray a yellow brick road in front of you, then why walk when you can summon that taxi to take you where you need to go. Life is good. Life is worth living. For the little things that eventually amasse, to make you love the overall picture if nothing else. If life sucks, then just think about the fact that around the next corner is a joke or a funny situation to make light of your bad moments. Geez, I sound like some weird shoe commercial! Help me please! LOL! Oh well. Anyway, wine is good too by the way. It helps. Jesus was right in getting everyone drunk on that fateful night. "yeah, yeah, go for it guys, eat some bread, praise the lord and just get totally drunk and have fun! Awwrighttttt!!!!", "Aww, thanks Jesus!"... said Judas! He loved it! And who wouldn’t! I’m finally getting nervous about moving out to Aussie land. I think it’s about time really, seeing as I’ve had it planned for over 5 months now. But I don’t know what’s going to happen and I don’t know if I’ll ever live to tell the tale. I’m stupidly envisioning some ridiculous scenario of getting stuck in a weird tunnel, Indiana Jones style, searching for an ancient relic to put in a museum but having to go through the uncomfortable situation of noticing twenty odd tarantulas on my back! It’ll never happen I’m sure but… be sure to know, I hate spiders! So they better not try and home in on my dear body the little blighters! By the way, the photo above was taken not more than 10 days after my Dad had a triple heart bi-pass operation and my mum thought it would be a good idea to take him to the beach on the 21st of December. Four days before Christmas, dad not even knowing what his name was, and my mum thought it would be a good idea to go to the beach! Needless to say, sleeping bags and blankets were a must, but that didn't put my mother off. Apparently, Dad was still heavily anesthetised and doesn't remember much. Mum seems to get away with an awful lot! And you gotta love her for it ;-)