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Cake, Dalek, Doctor Who, El Dorado, Perth, Tardis, United States
With the most immediately important repairs to the city of ‘El Dorado’ completed I began to resent my inability to do much in the house or garden and being thus obliged by circumstances to hire others to do what once I could have happily done myself. But worse still was the inability to get ‘out and about’ due to the limits of my ability to walk and stand, which has made doing my shopping my one major fortnightly outing and one which usually leaves me stiff as a board with backache as well as extra-sore feet.
Then I had a revelation, as I opened the gates to ‘El Dorado’ to get my car in (no remote-control on these ancient iron gates…) when a passing dalek stopped and, instead of uttering the expected ‘EXTERMINATE!’ laughed to see me limping around opening gates to get the car in and said, “Ya orta get wunna theez mate!”
He was right, too! So I did.
In exchanging emails with my old mate, Phil Rebe in Perth, I decided that such a mobility scooter was going to be needed if I were to be able to negotiate the airport and wander around Perth much. I found daleks (as I prefer to call ‘em instead of ‘gophers’… I mean, who wants to be a ‘gopher’? BTDT! But a dalek, now that could be fun…) can be taken on trains and even buses… though I haven’t been quite adventurous enough to try the buses… yet.
I can’t describe how much more freedom this little scooter has given me; I now go out for a ‘walk’ (well… perambulation, I suppose would be more accurate!) almost every day and can get to Elizabeth and/or Munno Para shopping centers easily; the large bag on a rack behind the seat carries quite a lot of groceries.
But to really show how much my mobility scooter spells ‘freedom’ to me, I can say it got me to Perth and back in good order and charge to spare! (Of course, the trains and planes helped a lot, too!)
I call them ‘Daleks’ because I can just imagine how the notorious Daleks evolved from ‘wheelies’ like us (as the air stewardesses like to call us…) out of an extremely useful, but also extremely vulnerable, form of transport: First the armored exterior and bumper is added; then the weapon for self-defense (initially, at least) and the sucker is a good way to scab free rides from passing cars…
The stewardess who was pushing me through the airport enjoyed my theory, anyway. “You sound like you have it all figured out…” Charming girl… And I must say a huge THANK YOU to VIRGIN AIRLINES and their staff for all the help and care they took with me and my dalek… which are allowed to ride for no extra charge as ‘checked baggage‘.
I’ll write more about the actual trip and all the fun I had in Perth in a day or two; maybe even submit it to the Pigs’ Arms Bumper Xmas Edition, as editor Mike has requested a contribution from yours truly. I’ll see what I can do Mike!
Anyway, that’s all for now… Much more later!
gerard oosterman said:
Asty. Welcome back. I still sometimes take a peek at your book that is on the downstairs bookshelf. One mighty great effort that no one can take away from you.
I wondered what had happened to you.
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astyages said:
House-hunting, moving and settling in, mostly, Gerard… Thanks! Nice to see you again too! 🙂
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astyages said:
You must be referring to “Aesthetics of Violence” Gerard, ’cause “Cyrus” was as much of a romp to write as it is to read! It’s nice to know someone, somewhere, appreciates my more serious work!
🙂
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hph said:
Hello Astyages, nice surprise. Good to hear from you again 🙂
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astyages said:
G’day HPH… Likewise! 🙂
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astyages said:
Hi everyone… I see Hung and Ato still aren’t speaking to me, for whatever reason… Oh well, let them sulk in the sandpit all they like; I have a sandpit of my own to play with and have no need of their company, or anyone’s… But thanks to those of you who did comment and who enjoyed my little ‘dalek’ story… I’ll write more about my visit to Perth soon… just been busy adding old Slim Dusty songs to my repertoire… Road to Gundagai, etc…
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sandshoe said:
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atomou said:
Asty, hi.
Good to see you’re OK and daleking about the place with exuberant abandon.
I’ll ignore your presumption that I am a child. Children sulk, adults act –when they have the time, or don’t act when they do not.
It is Xmas and our household is very busy. Especially so this year since the venue for the feastings has changed and since we have visitors from Greece, the UK and Japan, with whom we spend a great deal of time, entertaining them and ferrying and taxiing them about the place.
The computer is hardly ever on and I have just turned it on for your delectation but for only as long as it will take me to post this. Then we’re off to my mother’s to begin the day’s requirements, of which there are many.
I also see some magnificent writing about the pub’s notice boards to which I must get the moment this pace eases a bit but this pace, I dare suggest, will most probably continue until a good week or so into the new year, about which I wish you all the very best.
In short, Asty, I do not live in the pub and I certainly do not sulk. You also have my email address and you could make your personal remarks through that, instead of through the pub’s megaphone. If you no longer do have my address, Mike, Voice and others will be happy to furnish it to you.
As I said, I’ll ignore your presumption that I am a child. It is, it seems, your way of “plain speaking.”
Happy Dionysia to you!
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astyages said:
Another apology Ato… It’s good to hear from you again… Happy Dionysia!
🙂
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sandshoe said:
Hello asty Mou has explained himself. It seems the season. I am explaining myself now. You seem to have blatantly not replied to my comment is what I have meant by the exclamation & question mark. What gives, feller?
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astyages said:
‘Shoe our last few personal email exchanges have left me not knowing what to say to you, since almost everything I do say is twisted into as negative a construction as you can make of it.
It’s not out of any kind of ‘pique’ that I didn’t answer you; simply a recognition of my inability to communicate effectively with someone who insists on imposing her own meaning on everything I say. I do not enjoy exercises in futility and refuse to engage in them whenever I can.
I’m glad you seemed to have enjoyed my story. Thank you for reading it, and for your comment.
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sandshoe said:
I see, asty. I have the emails if it is the exchange between us by email you want to be unpleasant about in public. They are not for here unless you exercise an indiscretion that is not in your interest. By the same token my communication here with you has been consistently straight forward & I think pleasant. By the way writing on a mobile touchphone is not so easy. Computers are far between. However on the fly as days are bit packed out with a sudden influx of kids.
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helvityni said:
Welcome back, Asty.
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astyages said:
HI Helvi… nice to be back.
🙂
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sandshoe said:
What a wonderful story. The mobile land machine is amazing. Virgin Airlines too. You have accomplished as well the travel to Perth you mooted. Thank you for a great story, asty ps I wrote a comment & posted it … I thought …last night when I read your piece … twice … & expected to be first so later ranking on the bottom of the page but is lost. Here, again by mobile as I am visiting family is my appreciation. Perfect weather in Adelaide at the moment too for the season.
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Voice said:
What’s the only thing worse than having a mobility scooter?
Not having a mobility scooter.
Ba dum tish.
I hope that doesn’t sound too dark. I said something similar to the dentist the other day about fillings, when I had one that took him an hour to do. I reflected while paying at the counter afterwards, at least I don’t have to worry his kids will go without a Christmas holiday this year.
Good to hear from you in good spirits.
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astyages said:
I have a good line for dentists, Voice… especially efficacious on dental students: “Now, we’re not going to hurt each other, are we?”
Thanks Voice… I didn’t realize what I was missing before I got my dalek… I really didn’t!
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algernon1 said:
So wonderful to see you again Asty, And what a story travels with my dalek. Does hae one of those things on the front to blow the slow moving out of the way?
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astyages said:
Only in my dreams Algae… but it does have a headlight, tail-lights and indicators! (Not that I need ’em much…) My dalek doesn’t have the full canopy either… it’s a ‘convertible’ model! But it IS a ‘shoprider’ model; and it does make me realize how vulnerable one is when using one… they have all kindsa nasty habits, like jumping onto railway tracks etc…
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Big M said:
These look like the ducks nuts, or, perhaps the Daleks Bollocks. I too wonder when they will learn to fly.
Welcome back Asty!
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astyages said:
Thanks M… My dalek’s already flown! 😉
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vivienne29 said:
Wonderful – news from Asty at last. A dalek – so appropriate and imaginative.
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astyages said:
Thanks Vivienne… nice to see you again too!
🙂
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vivienne29 said:
About time you returned to the pub 🙂 please stay and keep us company as often as you are able in between daleking around on your dalek. I’m a big Doctor Who fan.
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astyages said:
I’m thinking of adopting a new pseud: I might start calling myself ‘Davros’ or ‘Dave the Dalek’ or something… I’ll try and drop in when I can Vivienne, but I plan on being really busy writing ‘Matilda’s’ for the next few months at least…
😉
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