My journey to the residential care home every morning consists of many twists and turns as we navigate our way through a number of streets outside Caloundra and into Little Mountain. Along the way I get to see enticing views of the sea (complete with container ships), dense bushland hiding all manner of things and lots of houses. Two of these houses are of particular note because of very large things.
The first house is one of many normal looking houses in a street that winds down a hill. The only view is the houses on the other side of the street and the trees in the distance down the hill. One house in particular seems to have left taste somewhere in another country. In the middle of normal, if expensive looking, Queensland suburbia stand two oversized white lions.
They both sit, either side of a small staircase leading up to the front door of a particularly non exceptional house…well, apart from the lions. They are bright white and each one has a name. The one of the right is Loewburg, which is a place in America. The other one’s named after the street and, consequently the address.
Whatever the meaning of the giant white lions, they are certainly a statement of an enormous lack of taste. To live in this street and go by these lions every day must make the neighbours feel immensely superior knowing that no matter what they do, their houses could not look as tasteless as the one with the lions.
The other house isn’t so much tasteless as Biblical. In the front garden which was never very big to begin with, there is a very big fishing boat. It is directly in front of the house and towers over it. It’s quite impossible to describe the actual house because the boat obscures it almost completely.
That is all well and good and it’s a lovely boat so perhaps it’s hiding an ugly house. However, the real reason to comment on this boat is the fact that it appears to have been built in situ prior to a hedge and a fence having been built around it. These make it impossible to get it out.
I guess the owners could use a crane to lift it up and over but I reckon that might be a bit expensive every time you wanted to go catch some fish. However, I can’t see how there’d be any other way of manoeuvring the boat out of it’s spot. There’s hardly room to get around it let alone remove it.
Anyway, they are just two of the many odd things I see every day on my ‘commute.’
While at the care home…today we had a visit from Trace who had decided to come up and see mum (and me, I suppose) given she’d finished up one job and is waiting to start another. It was, obviously, lovely to see her especially given it was unexpected.
Of course, she told me to keep it a secret but then told everyone. I’d not mentioned it to Mitch or Denise when I saw them for fear of spoiling the surprise and, although I’d mentioned it to mum, I figured I’d manage to gloss over it again. When I arrived at mum’s I discovered that she knew all about it and that she and Trace had been exchanging text messages about it all night.
Anyway, all was well and Tracey turned up as mum and I were having our morning latte in the cafe out the front.
We sat and chatted until it was time for mum to go in for lunch when Trace and I went out onto the verandah to chat and wait. I gave Trace a taste of what my days have been like since being in Caloundra. Trace told me about her life in Coffs Harbour.
Sitting at the bar-b-que area at one point in the day, I had a chat with Frank. He’s one of the other residents and married to Lorraine who keeps introducing herself to me. Frank told me a very disturbing story about their two Alsatians which I’m not going to repeat. I was unsure whether it was true or made up but Lorraine backed him up, claiming it was why they moved on to cats.
Denise arrived at 4:30 and mum was quite pleased to have all her kids in one place at the same time, something which rarely happens, before the three of us left her to her dinner.
Trace went off to have dinner with Mitch and Nathalia while Denise went home to sleep and I sat and worked on Mirinda’s bibliographicals.