Crazy Day!

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I am possibly the world’s worst traveller. Being one of the Top Ten Terran Worriers doesn’t help matters much either. Add to that my natural wussfulness and predisposition to melancholy and depression, it’s a wonder that I ever leave the house. This is Monday evening. I’m just getting around to writing today’s post after a day of chasing my tail. Tail chasing is exhausting work. Have you ever watched a dog after a furious tail-chasing session? Well, that’s what I look like now, sprawled out on my belly with my head on my paws panting and drooling.

Tomorrow I planned to stay home all day and worry. That thought brought me comfort. I felt more at ease. Now I have already thought of several things which will take me to town where I will note yet other things which I have forgotten to do. I have to get dog bones. I have to get money. I have go buy credits for the electric meter so that Juli doesn’t run out of electricity while I’m gone. By tomorrow there will be twenty other things which I will suddenly remember.

Wednesday will be even worse. My plane leaves, Air Niugini and God willing, at 11:15. By then, if you lined me up with five extremely agitated mental patients, you would choose them as the calm ones.

Strangely, once I am on the plane and I have chewed my 5mg Valium tablet which I keep in my pocket for just that moment, everything is calm. I have lost all control. There is nothing which I can do to change the outcome. My free will has become so much philosophical clap-trap. Que será, será.

So, what to write about today. At about 14:00 I threw in the towel. I decided to call up a search on my web server for all of the *.jpg images and pick the first six which caught my eye. I would then write something, anything, about them. So, here comes the “anything”:tugboat_fractal_img_0927That was one of my “Art Projects” from A Week Into 2009.

I’m certain that, by now, you have discerned my fiendish plot. All I have to do is show you images from old posts and sucker you into following the links. I don’t really have to write anything at all!

Strangely enough, at 23:30 I can’t find which post this shot came from. It is, however, one of my favourites. If I remember correctly, Trevor missed the shot:trevor_shooting_web_PA270146

It doesn’t matter.

This is the sweetest horse who I ever knew. Yes, I know that it should be “which” and not “who”, but you don’t know Honey.

The nice thing about it is that we are the same age, taking “horse years” into account.

This one is from Harlem Redux, which some of you may remember. Sorry to be repetitious, I’m in panic mode, remember?harlem_malcom_x_blvd_P6100235

It’s not a fantastic image, but I did enjoy writing the post.

If you like MC Hammer, you’ll like You Can’t Make This, from which this image came:hanwas_img_1561

Fading fast now. I just gave about three hours of Photoshop lessons.

Here’s another one which I can’t find, but I’m so zonked I don’t care. It’s funny anyway.


I think that my comment was, “Is nothing sacred?”


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8 Responses to “Crazy Day!”

  1. Ali Says:

    An…tic……ion…. is the most scary part of the journey isn’t it?
    I suggests that you take the 5mg of vaium now Jan, so that all those frantic little fears and last minute nervous jobs like the urgent need to dust the dog and mow the windows… all pale before the real fear that the 11.15am Air Nuigini flight from Madang won’t take off in time to meet your international connection in POM…….AAAAAGGGGGH!!
    OK …I get it! Your fears are real….make it 10mg
    HA HA HA HA…….Have a great trip Jan. We know you will!
    (I cannot believe that you want to skydive!??)

  2. MadDog Says:

    You are so right, Ali – and anxiety – OH, THE ANXIETY! What have I forgotten? Did I leave the gas on? Is the iron still plugged in – no, wait, I never use the iron.

    As soon as I finish today’s journal, consisting of exactly one image (which you will find amusing) I’m going for a couple of glasses of Merlot, and I’m gonna watch TV. That should sufficiently calm my mind. Reminds me of the Pink Floyd line – “I have become comfortably numb.”

    You’re scaring me with all that talk of Air Niugini. STOP IT! Sheba is running around in little circles and scratching at the floor in places where there is nothing but a few scattered mop strings. Should I worry about that? Quick, I need a worry fix! Maybe I will follow that Merlot up with a Valium.

    Skydiving is a whole other thing. I like to take my danger in huge chunks and get it over with. It’s much more satisfying that way. – Thanks for the good wishes, Ali.

  3. Ali Says:

    Valium Ailines..the only way to fly!
    Cheers on the Merlot I have a nice glass of Cab Shiraz going on here, weather is typically very cold, and I cannot help but be envious your tropical climes.
    Safe Journey.

  4. MadDog Says:

    Ali, I had a nice night’s sleep. Woke up at five, said, “NO!” Woke up at six, said, “Not yet!” Finally gave up at seven. All packed now and waiting for Juli to arrive. Off to Meri’s house at 9:30 to go to the Airport. She’ll drive there and then take my car back to her house where it will be safe from the slugs who robbed Faded Glory last week while we were diving and got all of my keys, plus everything else.

    It’s actually going to be a relief to get away from Paradise for a few days. One can only take so much paradise.

  5. Ali Says:

    I figured that something similar had occurred… ( I read those unspoken words into one of your early posts last week) Were you moored off Wongat Island when it happened? ( there was a photos of the B25 in that post I think?)
    There will always be sneaky rotten thieves Jan….EVEN in Paradise. I am sure Fiji (especially Nadi) will make you appreciate home more than ever.
    A very close old friend of mine, who lived and loved almost all of his life in PNG (Madang actually) , once told me that- “Paradise is only Paradise till you are unable to leave……and then it is hell.” How true that is and how lucky we are to have choices….
    Well I am sure that by the time you read this, you’ll have cracked that duty free bottle of Glenfiddich… or at least a Fiji Bitter….. !
    So…….Here’s to the lost and here’s to the found. Here’s to Paradise!

  6. MadDog Says:

    Nice one, Ali. Actually it was at the south end of Leper Island. I’ll write a post about it when I find out if the police are going to lift a hand to do anything about it. It is much, much worse than I have so far told. I will bring shame on PNG and affect our tourism industry.

    I like the comment of your friend. Fortunately, I haven’t gotten to that point yet. I am pretty much stuck here, but so far I can still put everything in the balance and come out with PNG the winner. However, the balance is tipping and it is mostly because of crime. When serious crime begins to play on your thoughts daily, it’s time to wonder if Paradise is really what it’s cracked up to be.

  7. Ali Says:

    Stupid question I know, but did the police ever get, or learn anything of the the mob that robbed the “Atlas” at gun point. It happened the same night that we went out with you on Faded Glory?
    How the hell anyone could get onboard that thing without a ladder let alone carrying guns and then off again with the loot is astounding! Must have gone up the anchor chain?

  8. MadDog Says:

    Ali, the rumour is that the Atlas was an inside job. Somebody on board may have been in on it. As for the police . . . Need I say more?

    I reported the theft from my boat of all of our stuff plus the battery! We had to get a tow into town. I have no idea if the police will respond. Frankly, it’s getting very bad here.