OMG, four months without a post.
I. AM. A. SLACKER.
Soon after my last blog post I started getting busy with study and shit, so let’s do a quick catch-up of my life.
Got ma’ License
Yes, that’s right. The State Government of Queensland has given me a license to
kill drive, and it only took me one attempt.
Now I can drop-off Bae to and from work, and still get shit done in the middle of the day – no more living in the library for me!
As part of my study. I had to do a placement over the space of a couple of months at the local community centre – hence being so busy. On top of that I had to do a bunch of assignments, but fingers-crossed I’ll get a job out of it, and I’ve fiiiiiiinally (almost) finished my Diploma!
P.S. Originally wrote this a couple of days ago, but didn’t publish. Have since found out I got the job, and did my first paid day today! It’s doing NDIS stuff which is really interesting and satisfying.
BooBoo got De-sexed
This might not seem like a big deal, but whenever I’ve adopted a cat as an adult (adopt, NEVER shop), they’ve always already been de-sexed, so I didn’t have to deal with it.
There was this one time as a kid when a cat got dumped on us by a family-friend, and it had a litter before we managed to get her de-sexed, and mum then got ALL the kittens done ASAP. But I was too young to really realise how much rest and quiet cats are meant to have after MAJOR ABDOMINAL SURGERY.
As an adult seeing the BooBoo get de-sexed though, I feel so retroactively fucking bad for those childhood cats.
Booboo was just so cute and pathetic, and even though the cone was for her own good (and we even sprung for extra at-home pain-relief), I’m pretty sure she thought she was in trouble because of it, and she kept wanting to snuggle-up and sleep on the bed.
At least now all of the neighbourhood cats will stop trying to hump her through the catio-net at night.
Yes, that was a thing that was happening.
Since I am a big environmental nerd with a lot of spare time, I’ve been doing a lot of gardening at the local community garden.
After seeing heaps of stuff on my blog, mum decided to come to FNQ for a holiday. Luckily I got my license just in time, and I was able to terrify her with my new-found driving skills to the following tourist spots:
Windy Hill Wind Hills
This was just a quick road-side attraction, but I LOVE the wind-turbines. They were the first to be built in Queensland in 2000, and power the equivalent of 3500 homes a year =D
Standing under them is mega loud, because once it’s windy enough to get the turbines going, they creat their own self-perpetuating wind.
To make them more user-friendly, all the turbines are located on cattle-grazing land, so they’re not too close to people, but still serve a dual-purpose. Very cool (and absolutely not cancer-causing, goddamn oil-barons).
Not my first time here, but I HAD to take mum to the Nerada Tea Factory, because not only does it have farm-fresh tea, incredible jam-and-cream scones (defs not vegan, but I ate them anyways), but it also has MUPIS.
What the fuck is a mupi, you ask?
It’s the Aboriginal word for a TREE-KANGAROO.
It’s like a kangaroo… that lives in a tree.
Get it? GET IT?!
So yes, the Nerada Tea Factory has seventeen of these little critters that live in a nature refuge on the farm. They’re so plump and round and fuzzy, and they have these long tales, and can jump from tree to tree, and these ones are just so used to humans that they chill-out in full view.
Unfortunately their trees are quite high, so as usual, my camera-phone was not able to do the photo justice =(
Probably the biggest ‘thing’ mum and I got up to was Paronella Park.
It was pretty expensive ($45.00 for a two-year pass that they ID check you for, so there goes my plan to transfer mum’s pass to Bae), but it was honestly worth it.
The history and even just the existence of Paronella Park in Queensland is quite unique, so I’ll delve into it a little bit.
The story goes, in 1913 a Spanish immigrant called Jose Paronella came to Far North Queensland, thought to himself, “Damn, it’s a beautiful landscape, lovely climate, reminds me of home, but by god, these people have nothing to do in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere.” He then proceeded to almost bankrupt himself by building the part-castle, part-resort, in order to bring his dream to life.
For a couple of decades, this place then operated as an Alamo-esque Great Gatsby of the Southern Hemisphere, and people could party hard with a tennis and boules court, natural waterfall-fed pool, paddle-boats, theatre-room, ballroom, café, bar, and more.
The guy was an absolutely visionary – building windows and arches and tunnels that all lined-up juuuuust perfectly with a water-fall or water-fountain a hundred metres in the background. Planting a double-line of Kauri-pines at just the right intervals so that decades later they’d eventually stand trunk-to-trunk and form a walk-way from one end of the property to the other. Tucking away lots of little nooks, crannies, staircases, streams, miniature water-falls, and other little places to explore and marvel at.
It made me super sad that the place is in complete ruins now, and if the tour hadn’t explained why it was so completely dilapidated, I think I would have rioted.
So, why does Paronella Park look like such a
shit-box relic of the past, when it was obviously once so much more beautiful and grandiose?
Well, like I said, the guy was a visionary, but he was no bloody architect.
Apparently, not only did ol’ Jose use the incorrect kind of sand-aggregate to mortar the stones together (mixing local river-sand with custom-imported Italian cement-mix), but he also built the place in a dry-spell, without consulting any of the locals.
So not only is the place slowly falling apart from concrete-rot, but come the wet-season, three-quarters of it goes completely underwater.
Think I’m kidding?
It’s also been hit by a couple of cyclones, had a fire in the ballroom, AND was essentially abandoned from the mid-60s to the mid-90s, because yes, this place was not previously heritage listed.
I know, what a fucking travesty.
Walking through it, the place does take-on a kind of wistful, bitter-sweet atmosphere of what-might-have-been.
It also had me secretly wishing we’d been colonised by the Spanish instead of the English, because that architecture is just *Italian Chef Kiss* (I’m sure the treatment of the Aboriginals would have been about as equally shitty).
When I think about though, if the site had been owned and maintained by some rich mofo all these years instead of falling into disrepair, it may never have been opened for the public to enjoy – which is fairly common for heritage-listed buildings in Brisbane.
So yeah, gotta take the positives when you can.
My favourite part of Paronella Park though was the water-fall. Not only is it incredible to have that built-in and central to the design of the whole park, but the bottom-pool was full of cutie animals that you could hand-feed!
In typical me-fashion, I lost my freaking mind at how adorbs the fish were, and gave out the whole container of fish-food pellet-by-pellet (yeah, we were there a while).
This was my favourite fish, because it was a cutie rose-coloured cat-fish, and it reminded me of Grace, and it kept getting knocked against the pond-wall by the other naughty none-catfish-fish, so I made sure to drop many pellets directly into its mouth! D,=
Mum and I did get up to a bunch of other stuff, like the Innot Hot Springs (yeah, Australia has hot springs apparently), Mungalli Café, Millaa Millaa Falls, and more, but I don’t have many of the photos. Mum, when you read this, if you wanna send me some more photos to upload, go ahead!
Until next time!