On the buses

I’ve recently become a regular user of public transport for my daily commute and I’ve been pleasantly surprised.

When I was younger we didn’t have a car and I went everywhere on public transport. Then at school I used public transport every day and as far as I can remember, it was nothing but waiting around, being crammed into over-crowded trams and trains and never getting anywhere on time.  The last six months have convinced me public transport is great.

Since leaving school it’s not been practical for me to regularly use public transport for different reasons at different times. For years I lived within a few hundred metres of where I worked so there was simply no need for anything but shanks’ pony. At one point I lived on the ship on which I worked and had to do nothing more than walk up a couple of passageways and climb a few ladders and I was at work. For the last ten or so years, due to location or timing, I’ve had no real option but to drive. All of that changed about six months ago and the bus became my chariot.

The memories of my school days help me to understand why people dislike this form of travel but I’ve really taken to it. For a start, the bus stops about 40 metres from my front door, my trip is only 30-40 minutes long and the buses are rarely crowded. I find this half hour or so to be relaxing, a period of time out from the hustle and bustle of the rest of the day. I get to sit on the bus, play with my phone, listen to music, watch other commuters come and go or just stare out the window and watch the world (as I) go by. I’ve found it’s a great way to ease into a day or unwind from work and I think I’m in a better mood and more alive when I get home because of it.

For anyone with few minutes to spare at either end of the trip (so any delays don’t create panic) I’d suggest giving it a go, especially if it’s been a while. Enjoy the fact there’s nothing you can do about the trip and enjoy the all too rare free time.

I’m not Superman

I realised the other day I’m no longer Superman. Let me explain.

I haven’t been fishing with my daughter for a few years and she recently asked if we could go. I thought nearing the end of school holidays and nearly time for me to go back to work was as good a time as any so we got our gear together, picked up bait on the way and there we were.

Over the next couple of hours we seemed to travel back in time. She asked me why we used the bait we used, why this was a good time to fish, what sort of fish lived in these waters, what we’d do with them when we caught them and a seemingly endless number of questions about where we were and what we were doing.

Added to the questions were the requests to bait the hook, cast, retrieve the line so it didn’t snag on the rocks and so on. She even had that sense of excitement that only little girls seem to have when we caught a few glimpses of a turtle coming up for air as he swam lazily near us.

For the first time in a long time my rapidly approaching teenage daughter needed me to know everything and do anything. Just like it used to be. But most of that part of me is gone.

It struck me that it’s no longer that type of Daddy that she needs. All I wish for (and I suspect all parents wish for the same thing) is a happy, healthy, intelligent, confident and independent daughter and the stark reality hit me that that’s exactly what she’s becoming.

However it also means I’m not the Daddy I once was. I’m not the Daddy who knows the answer to every question she could ever ask, lately she doesn’t even seem to ask a lot of questions. Maybe she doesn’t think I’ll know the answers. As for the Daddy who could do anything, well now I get a dirty look if I interrupt her when she’s trying to do something for herself. And more often than not, she succeeds.

At the end of the day when she went to bed I got my kiss and cuddle and she told me she loves me. I suppose I’m getting what I always wanted but I’ve also lost something I loved so much. Then again maybe nothing’s lost, maybe it’s just changed.

I’m not Superman, I’m just Daddy. And I love it

 

Photo used with permission of Robert Gjessing of www.harlequinphotography.com Click photo to view the website.

Here goes nothing!

An anonymous bloke….I don’t really believe I’m anonymous, at least not to the people that matter.

As for the rest of the world, I’m happy to be as anonymous as I can. I understand how ridiculous it sounds to say that in a blog on the interwebs but it makes sense to me. If you read enough of this you’ll probably discover there are things that make sense to me that don’t to the rest of the world.  And of course there will be lots of bits and pieces that make sense to the rest of the world but confuse the hell out of me. Then again maybe they don’t make sense. Maybe people just pretend they do to fit in.

Anyway, why am I doing this? I’m not 100% sure but I thought I’d give it a go for a while and see how it goes. I don’t know how often I’ll post but I would like to think I’ll get something on there at least a couple of times a week and more regularly when things excite, interest, annoy or confuse me. I think as much as anything it will be interesting for me to look back on after a while and see what I thought was worth recording.

If anyone does happen to read this I hope you get what you’re looking for, be it brilliant humour, information for life or like a lot of us on the net, something to kill a few minutes that doesn’t do any harm.