Whilst out on a run today I realised that I hadn’t packed some essentials into my suitcase and so was left with the dilemma – do I cut the run short and get what I need, or complete the run and see what’s open? As it was I completed my planned distance and found one shop still open (phew!). I was reminded of the mindfulness approach developed by John Parkin and his wife Gaia – called “F**K IT” (but without those pesky asterixes).
If you’ve not come across it before, I will leave you to google it (both with and without will get to the site!) and have that on your search history… :)
The inspiration from this came from the small unpainted metal figure that I bought recently. Although the intention of said figures is to be painted then stood amongst the model railway scenes I thought that actually the palid grey colour was the epitomy of every office worker round the world – every day taking the same train the same number of stops then walking to the office to do whatever it is they did until the end of day when they walk back to the station, stand in the right spot for the doors to open and then carry them home (already I’ve started to work out which carriage I need to be in front of to get closest to the interconnecting routes and exits on my journey).
I decided that there ought to be a backdrop for this figure – and whilst it will probably be cropped to a square when I put it into a small frame (because I really like this idea) – the idea of a black and grey scene worked quite nicely. For the houses, I have used a water-based pen with a brush tip – and realised that the final effect was really quite exciting.
I’m sure that I will be able to use this picture on my other blog theblackcrane.wordpress.com, but for now it can rest here…
So if “it’s all over when the fat lady sings”; what happens when the fat man sings?
So, yes, that is happening today – or rather it will happen today as I wasn’t born until 7:30 in the evening. Being the person I am I don’t tend to wait to save up to buy stuff – if I need it and can afford/justify it then we get it (although we do earmark it as “birthday present” – so the Wii U is a good case of that). This year though I would like to post a HUGE thank you to Shawn and Claire, who sent me this brilliant number plate with my name on it from their trip to Legoland. I was really, truly blown away but it. I would apologise for that reflection – but I won’t because this number plate has pride of place, front and centre on my fridge door (yes, we have a black fridge and a black freezer unit). Their card was also brilliant – they’d added the stickers to make it up. I didn’t photograph that because it’s hanging in the living room – and I would like to photograph all my cards in one shot – but in case I don’t get round to posting my pictures tomorrow (because I’ll be having fun I hope!) I really wanted to get a post scheduled to say a huge THANK YOU to you both.
Of course, I would also like to thank Lori and Glenn for arranging its safe delivery from Canada to the UK – and (this is starting to sound like an Oscar acceptance speech!) also thanks to everyone who has sent me cards, gifts etc and who I have not thanked yet.
EVERYTHING REALLY IS AWESOME!! :)
The voice came through into Billy’s headset.
“Okay Billy, you’ve got one shot at this. If you miss, Ultraman will fully recharge and you won’t be a match for him. Good luck, son.”
Gee, thanks mum, thought Billy. No need to add any further pressure. He directed his glove straight at the centre point of Ultraman’s chest. He felt the push back as his fist connected, but the force strike shut down Ultraman’s jet packs and the sheer weight of his armour meant he dropped like a stone. He smashed into the pavement, breaking through into the ground. Billy watched as the red glow from Ultraman’s visor dimmed.
“You did it! Well done! Now, come back to base Billy….”
Suddenly Billy woke up – and sat up with a start. His whole class was silent, staring at him, smiling at him. There was one person though who wasn’t smiling. Miss Rowe was not smiling, but then Miss Rowe never seemed to smile. Ever. Especially if (or rather, when) Billy fell asleep in class.
“Would you mind telling the class the net effect is of what we were just discussing?”
Billy looked at his desk. The book was open and there was what seemed to be a small fleck of dribble on the text book. John started to gesture towards the right section – but Miss Rowe was having none of that. Billy smiled at John, then replied
“The net effect of the butterfly effect is sometimes referred to as chaos theory. The flapping of a butterfly somewhere in the Amazon could be the root cause of the Tsunami the other side of the world… but… but… “
The lightbulb went off in Billy’s head.
“Miss Rowe, could I be excused? It’s very important.”
“No Billy, you cannot be excused. Given we allowed you to snore in class, I think the least you can do is stay here until the end of it. In fact, I think you should stay for an hour AFTER it as well.” At that moment, the end of day bell rang and every one filed out – except Billy.
Except Billy didn’t mind. He reached into his bag, pulled out his notebook and started to write furiously. Even Miss Rowe was curious – she’d never seen Billy look so studious.
“Billy, what are you doing?”
“Chaos theory, Miss; if Ultraman was to crash into the earth then what would happen to the hydrenalithic energy?”
“Ultraman? Hydrenalithic energy? What are you talking about?”
“It’s what powers the suit – and if Brickboy was to power down the suit from a direct hit straight to the centre of his suit, what would the net effect be?”
“I’m sure that it all makes perfect sense for you” said Miss Rowe, “but it all seems a little made-up science for me. Look Billy, you’re a good kid and obviously very bright, but you can’t just come to school to sleep – some of the less intelligent kids might start to think they can sleep during class as well; and that won’t be good for them in the long run. Let’s say you stayed the full hour – go home, get your homework done and get a good night’s sleep.”
Billy packed his bag. “Yes Miss Rowe, I’ll try.”
He ran out of the room. Miss Rowe waited for the corridor door to close, before reaching into her handbag and pulling out her mobile phone.
“It’s me … Aurora. Tell Ultraman that Brickboy has worked out the weak spot on his armour – dead centre shot with a power punch.”