05 July 2013

on the road again

The past week has been spent in constant motion up and down stairs and highways and discovering (as artist Jeffrey Smart did) there is a definite transport aesthetic. He was a master of painted 'stillness' and on the freeway when every car is doing the same speed it seems that nobody is moving at all.
I suppose that whichever foreign company owns Eastlink is proud of how it looks, and they are rewarded by the tolls I just checked accumulating on my Mastercard statement. 1397 kilometres of White-Line Fever and passing the sign above on my three 6-hour Ballarat-Rosebud return trips.
The final return was made late at night with very light traffic and I was glad it was the most pleasant of the drives.
These images are not my own, but I would really like to drive it again as a passenger with a good camera.
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Why was I on the road?  Because I have no siblings on whom to dump the task of moving my 90-y-o father from his luxury retirement resort into the care home he should have  gone into 2 years ago.  He was assessed as 'needing care' in August 2011, and in October 2011 he sold his beachside house at $30,000 less than he could have got if he had not let the agent tell him what price to ask.  The second inspection bought it 3 days after the agreement to sell was signed. 3 days.
Then he bought into the retirement village lifestyle of bistro dining and golf.
I despair.
But wait there's more.
Philanthropy became his main interest and despite his Parkinson's shakey hands making his signature completely alien, his bank processed cheques of $5000 each to The Flying Doctor, Peter McCallum Institute, Guide Dogs, Asthma Foundation, Rosebud Hospital, Beluera Hospital, etc etc (and many more, as well as $40,000 to a cousin in QLD that I have never met).
Today will be spent writing to all of them to change his address to mine so that the future flood of their begging letters can be ignored.
He flung me "$50 for petrol" without a word of thanks for all my fatigue, so I am now happily free of any and all obligation and I won't have to squabble with siblings over whatever happens next.

I did however take enormous pleasure tooling up the freeways for 3 hours at night singing along to old GOLD-FM rock and now have a T-Rex earworm I am just a vampire for your love
 ... dom dom dom-dom  ergg-ergg-ergg
... dom dom dom-dom  ergg-ergg-ergg