On Holidays?

I'm sitting at my work desk. I have deleted 500 emails. Grunt. I have nothing else to say. 

Our team Xmas party is on today, I had the good sense to say no to that weeks ago.

Kill Me Now

Sunday, before I go back to work tomorrow. Grrr! I don't want to talk about it. Boo Hoo. I can't believe this day is already here. What happened? Eight weeks went so fast. I don't want to go to work tomorrow, well, switch on my work laptop. No, I don't. I don't want to do that. I'd throw a tantrum if I thought it would help.

Stayed Inside all Day

It has rained all day, we've stayed inside. You know, I don't hate it, staying on the couch all day. I'm good at it, you know. I'm good on the couch. There is apart of me that hopes it keeps raining, then we have no excuses not to go any where. 😀

We got food delivered by Hungry Panda. Poor bastards having to ride through the rain so we could eat. 

Not much ease to say. Not much ease to say? Oh baby, there is a lot of ease, don't you worry about that. Not much else to say, is what I was tryin' to say.

Collecting Images

I like collecting late 20 century photography. I like urban life images. Slices of life, that's what I like. Urban realisim. I like sexy images. People. People in day to day life. I like cars from all time periods. I like nudes. Nudes are good. I like images showing how the world was once. I sat on my arse and did that all day. Nan Goldin. Mark Morrisroe. Kenneth Probst. Tyler Udall, he's 21 Century. I'm not going to use them for anything, I'm just keeping them for my own enjoyment. So, that's what I did all day. A good Friday.

Funny Old World

Standing up on my tall ladder, at the top of my tall brick wall cutting my back yard off from the rest of the world, literally with my head above the parapet, I could see over into all my neighbour's gardens and I thought that is a visual metaphor for life itself, all compartmentalised just like that.

(It also crossed my mind about seeing Tommy next door in his kitchen in his undies getting ready for the day, if I was completely honest. Ha ha, I wasn't anywhere near his kitchen window, but I did see him out in the street in a pair of brown work shorts)

Life is weird, it suddenly struck me. You have all these mini lives within your entire life, each different from the rest, each with different people, and different friends. It’s weird that it isn’t one complete narrative, because it’s not. Yeah, sure, you are the constant element, and there are probably, one, or two friends who are on the entire journey with you, but everything else changes. The people you spend one chapter with, are off somewhere else in your next chapter, then the same happens again with the chapter after that. And again, and again. It’s just weird, is how I feel about it. It's not at all like what I thought it would be, not that I had any thoughts about it before it happened, well, you don't, do you? But, in retrospect...

The sun shone, and I stood up there gazing over the world, it's a funny old life, I thought. I don't think I have any more of a clue than I ever had. Aren't we supposed to gain some kind of wisdom as we get older? Nah. I think on my death bed, my thoughts will be, well, that's that done.

34 degrees today. I can't help but wonder if there is an arsonist somewhere getting his matches and lube ready?

I took the dogs for a walk early, of course, before it got too hot. Otto is kind of sulking as they had their flea juice squirted on the backs of their necks in the last day. They don't get it often and Otto just hates it. So, we set off and not only was Otto trying to wipe himself on everything he could rub up against, Brun would hardly walk at all. 

Things weren't looking good.

We got to the other side of the next road, where I stopped and checked Brun's paws. The front ones were fine, but I found he had one of those champagne cages over his back paw. Champagne cage removed, Brun was back to his normal walking self, and Otto pulled his act together and decided to walk too. Good boys.

It was, actually, nice walking after that, with the cool morning with the promise of heat to come. I kind of like that weather.

This afternoon, I was going to go out and chop up all my pruning from yesterday, but maybe I'll do that tomorrow.

Gorgeous Wednesday

Oh, I don't know what to do today? I piss around on my computer until I can't stand myself any longer lying on the couch. You know, sometimes… you just... can't go on doing nothing. 😀

It is a gorgeous day outside.

Late morning, I head out into the garden to do some pruning.

I'm even sweating it is so lovely and warm.

I listen to a bit of Pete Murray, you know, give him a go.

A bit of a breeze blows. The sky is blue.

All my neighbours stopped by for a chat.

I get the ladder out and one stage I'm right at the top and I'm not comfortable with heights, and I think, you are a long way up, and I'm not concerned, and I wondered if I am over my problem with heights, but I didn't really look down, so I don't know.

I get the job done. Good on me. Pat on the back.

 

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose