Staring at the walls vs. blogging

I find myself low of energy and low in motivation these days. I went to work yesterday and found myself taking a break every 5 or 10 minutes. Whether it is out of boredom, or exhaustion, I don't know. Since yesterday I feel I don't know what to do with myself. Half my stuff is somewhere else, and I'm in limbo waiting for my friend to call to tell me if she can take my cats, which is determining when I can move out of here and to my dad's place. Oh well. The joys of moving.

I wanted to share a fun "cultural" experience I had two weeks ago with Will and some of his family members. We went to the Aylmer fair, where Will and I explored the various farm contests, such as "largest sunflower"(8 ft tall!!...or was it 9 ft?), the finest tobacco, the prettiest bouquets, the best chickens, etc. I went on the ferris wheel with Will and his brother Eric (it was both their first time on a ferris wheel), and that was all we were willing to spend our money on, except for food, of course.

The main attraction of the evening was the "Demolition Derby". I was both fascinated and amused by this event. So....people supe (sp?) up their trashy cars, spend hours painting it, fixing it, babying it, preparing it.....to be smashed! And people watch this and cheer and scream and wave signs saying "SMASH EM'!" I found myself getting a kick out of seeing a car get sandwiched betweem two others (as long as the driver was okay). I would often wait to see if the driver was still okay until I cheered, but I still felt a little strange through it all. Is this the kind of thing kids should watch? People would gather and save seats for at least a half an hour before hand to see such an event. Was this some sort of carthartic release for people? Or maybe a way of taking a morbid curiousity and making it "safe", making it "viewer friendly", as we all know people like to see as much as they can of road accidents. It was strangly amusing, too, seeing a car with a bumper hanging on by a thread, bouncing when reversing over the bumper, or seeing a now trunkless car perservering, despite the smoke emanating from somewhere inside the vehicle, or of course the two cars who insist on circling after each other around the pile of smashed smoking cars, who keep *just barely* missing each other for the anticipated final crunch. It felt strange enjoying such a sight. Perhaps it was feeding a human curiousity to see such carefully crafted pieces of human made machinery be smashed to smitherines. All I know is I had fun.

Well, this has certainly been more enjoyable than staring at the walls. But, duty calls and I must go to work.

   [ posted by Anabee @ 9:54 AM ]