Improbability
‘yes but its not going to happen is it ?’
”and why not then ?”
‘well, I mean to say’
‘well perhaps you may be right’
‘it ain’t gonna happen’
‘improbable really, its nothing, don’t know what you’re worried about’
‘i mean, ‘whats the chances ?”
‘she’ll be right mate’
‘go’on get on with it~’
‘yes but it ain’t you doing it is it ?’
‘so what are you going to wear then ? You know.. smart casual, business casual, cocktail ?
‘what’s wrong with what i’ve got on — right now — i mean ?.
‘well its interesting isn’t it’
‘.. the belt..’
‘it’s buckle is a jade dragon head, a friend of mine in China gave it me’
‘…and the boots ?’
‘Texas Boots, also with a curious design but really soft leather’
‘…but the shirt is strange too..’
‘sheer clear polyester’ totally see through… but somewhat electro-intensive’
and the hat ? Why the hat ? It’s way past sundown.
‘the hat is keeping my thoughts at bay. I find that’s important at these events’
‘why ? what’s the worst that could happen, not wearing a hat ?’
‘any random thought might just escape, while i was not thinking for a minute.’
‘that’d be highly improbable.’
‘Maybe so, but even one highly improbable random thought if it escapes unnoticed, it can really mess up a conversation. People all stop and look at me and say ‘What’s that got to do with anything ?’
‘and the jade bit ? on the belt ?’
‘That’s actually to catch them, ..
.. the random stray thought that mightn’t escape.
‘Yes, this jade dragon, has it’s head open, and can catch any stray thought’.
‘mmm.. not so sure about the belt… it’s not really cocktail is it ?’
‘No… yes it is, she’ll be wearing a bracelet of some kind, right ?.’
‘Yes, ok’
‘it might probably be jade right ?’
‘maybe’
‘So !… I’ll just flash me Green Jade Dragon head belt and offer her the same !.’
Last Wednesday
Cows must wonder, with their brown soft almost unknowing eyes. What bright shiny things these humans drive. How heavy they land with wheels breaking off, all of a sudden screeching and tearing rubber before flying and bouncing crunch over a tree..
The flies themselves stopped their wings momentarily and took off for the car now stranded on the barbed wire fence. Three of us got out of the car and stood around on the side of the isolated stretch of road looking at the wreck.
‘Yeah, Sorry about the car’
‘Don’t worry about it..you ok ? … needed a new one’
Some time later trucks stopped and cars stopped. People got out and came over to see if everyone was ok.
‘Is anyone still in the car ?’
‘Yeah- I saw what happened – it was that truck’
‘How’s the towie going to get it off the fence ?’
‘Got a pair of pliers ?.. that should do the trick’
‘Oh, thanks for stopping.’
‘I’m a nurse. Anyone get hurt ?’
‘No – well just a scratch and a bump on the head a bit’
‘Flies are bad eh ?’
‘Was it a kangaroo ?’
‘No – a truck trying to act like one’
Through the glass – the junk pile
Try cutting through glass. I know I’ve done it before – way back had to make a small piece of glass smaller – got a lie cost cutter from Sears I think – anyway it worked and so thought glass cutting – piece of cake or easy as pie or both – .
Every year we have a kind of cathartic chuck out week. During this week everyone in the local suburb starts piling up stuff on the nature strip. could be anything – small lone items like a single briefcase or mixmaster through to piles of everything domestic including the kitchen sink.
This years collective theme seems to be dead mattresses and travel gear.
People have real feelings about the piles of junk. But these can disappear instantly when as if supernaturally called a truck scavenger squawking down the street suddenly stops. Everyone turns to the spectacle of the driver picking through the pile and sometimes taking all the metal or appliances. Then in a few minutes it’s gone and your pile is suddenly a few scattered bits if wood and curtain rods or perhaps a mattress or two. Not to worry, it’s the council will send massive trucks in a few days time to clean up the bones if it.
So there I was in the shed thinking to throw out the glass – a large 12mm 1/2 in piece – already broken of course – did I find it on someone else’s pile ? Yes ! So I really can’t throw it out without doing something with it.
So naturally I thought of cutting off the broken edge .
To be continued when I figure out how.
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