Why So Serious?

This morning, I stood outside on the decking and watched as the rainbow lorikeet on my hand picked away at the remains of the mandarin I had been eating. It wasn’t long before a second scratched its way down my arm to share the spoils. I hadn’t before realised how red their eyes were, or how similar to worms their tongues are. Around me, the detritus resulting from a larger than normal night lay piled high, and it took a walk for caffeination before we roused ourselves and tackled it.

Once we’d cleared Sydney, I set the cruise control for one twenty and listened to Roy and HG call the last day of the Olympics, while Nate snored gently on the seat beside me. The flat, brown tablelands scurried past the window and I realised that this is my zen. Now, if only I could learn to understand fishing and rugby league, I’d be a fair bet to move to the coast, grow a mullet, and be happy forever.

Posted in Oz on Sunday August 24, 2008.