Morning Ride

I got up early with Otto. And after I had wasted some hours mindlessly scrolling online, I took myself off for a bike ride.

My personal trainers continually ask me what exercise I have done between sessions and I continually have to answer none.

So, I went for a ride. I recorded it on my watch monitor thingy they gave me so they have the data. Oh, and you know, data is everything now a days.

I rode through North Fitzroy, North Carlton, Princess Park, along the Maribyrnong to Footscray and back. All along bike tracks, pretty much, just a small amount of time on roads, just the way I like it.

It rained a bit, light drizzle, nothing to really stop me and make me seek shelter. It was quite nice actually. I think the sun was out even by the time I got home.

I played a game of Would I blow You with every jogger running towards me to pass the time. Yes. No. No. No. Yes. Yes. Yes, and so on and so forth.

We took the dogs for a walk in the afternoon in the park.

Otherwise, it was the couch and screens for the rest of the day.

We watched Netflix Kaos tonight. It made me remember all my Greek mythology.

Friday

I signed into work at 6am.

We'd been warned that we might lose internet today due to routine maintenance, or some such thing. The internet at home went down at 7am.

I went to my gym workout.

The sun shone as I rode my bike across the inner suburbs.

Boy trainer took my session. Girl trainer must still be sick.

Some guy collapsed in the middle of the gym. He looked about 35. He was a tall, ugly fella. Of course, he wasn't at his best, granted. 

Paramedics were called. We were all asked to step outside to give them some privacy.

I have no idea what happened to him, nobody was really talking about it. It was as if there was some sort of reverential code which we all had to follow, understanding the situation was to remain undiscussed.

The guy looked a bit green as he was taken away on a gurney.

Then we all headed back inside. I forgot my water bottle which I left sitting on the ground out in the corridor just outside the door, and I went back outside to get it, when I turned sharply to pick it up, I kind of stumbled a bit and had to put my hand to the wall to steady myself. There was an instructor standing there and he asked if I was okay.

"Oh yes, fine, we'd hate to have to call another ambulance, hey?

He just stared back at me poe-faced.

Too soon, I thought to myself. Oh, that crazy sense of humour of mine.

The sun shone as I rode home.

I got home by 11am.

I had a shower. 

11.30am. The internet came back up.

Nobody from work had emailed me.

Lovely.

It was a pretty easy day. I think I got one more work email. 

And, essentially, that is the end of my full time work. Boris is back the middle of next week. Finally. Over.

We took the dogs for a walk.

Hot Tradie

Speaking of pills, I was out of one of mine this morning so I had to head to the chemist early to get a script filled.

It seems just lately, whenever I go down the shops there is this hot Middle Eastern tradie who is always outside the supermarket that got firebombed. He is fixing it, not finishing it off, you understand. He is just adorable, cute as all can be. There he was today in his cum fuck me lace up cream work boots and his tight little arse. I pictured him getting bent over as he headed to the bakery for food in front of me, he even grabbed his arse, I think he was checking if his wallet was in his back pocket. I continued to walk up the street to the chemist, whistling.

Sleeping With Bulldogs

Bruno has been sleeping right up next to me these last few days. He is like the immovable object when he does that. Not only does he push me towards the edge of the bed, he also acts as a heater heating me right up to unnatural levels. He wakes me up when he heats me up.

Otto still sleeps in his playpen. You can't have two bulldogs sleeping on the bed, it just isn't viable, they would just take over.

Two immovable lumps on the bed is just not workable.

Off To See The Doctor

I go for a checkup. I'm listening to Tina Turner as I walk there. I get there right on time, 8.30am. Funny how doctors always keep you waiting, even if you are there right on time. I always think of that Seinfeld episode with the dentist. Chuckle.

Everything is good, doc is happy with me.

"You are making it easy for me," he said. 

I wasn't, exactly, sure what he meant by that, I guess because I am attending therapy and doing all the things asked of me, like taking my pills. So many pills.

"We'll probably be able to take you some off them eventually," he says.

I wanted to say, define some & eventually, but I let it go.

I was out by 9.15am. It was a nice morning to walk home.

I went to my gym session in the afternoon. Girl trainer was sick, so it was boy trainer and me. I felt stuffed by the time I was riding home. Still, it is nice to get out and ride in the fresh air, that alone does you good.

You have got to love working from home, though.

Hot Winter Days

Record high temperatures for winter.

We have continually been warned about climate change for what, 20 years?

And yet we are still surprised when record temperatures keep occurring.

Could this have something to do with climate change, we wonder?

It is head in the sand stuff. You know, it is a sign that we are not going to survive as a species. 

And conservative commentators still bang on about climate change being a myth.

Tom

My God in not so many years it’s gonna be 20 years very soon since Tom died. You can hold your breath until you go blue in the face, you can scream into the void as loud as you possibly can, and nothing changes life and death.  Nothing.

What was what late 30s when he died? And we got so quickly from our 20s to our 30s. Click of the fingers. And then he was gone. And now he’s nearly being dead longer than our friendship lasted. Time? There’s nothing like it. Nothing stops it. Nothing changes it. Nothing cures it. It is relentless.

Best friends forever, we used to say. Who thought forever was going to be so short?

Here I am going on 20 years later and what have I done? I met Sam, since. He and Tom never met. I can't really kind of believe it. Such important people in my life and they never knew each other.

Saturday

Saturday, what can I say? We walked the dogs to the shops, it was quite a nice day for it. Sam did the grocery shopping while Bruno, Otto and I sat outside.

I ran into an old friend, Perry. I was kind of going to avoid him, oh, we haven't spoken for some time, I kind of let him go during Covid, letting people who I didn't really see go. But, really, what does that do for anyone? Nothing. So I said hello and we chatted, he seemed good.

We bought pork rolls for lunch. A fire truck of firemen turned up as they were being made. One of them was very interested in the bulldogs. 

We walked home with the shopping bags over our shoulders. 

My pork roll wasn't all that nice, it taste more like fat than pork. And, it was from the good shop, the one that has people queuing up, where we normally buy them.

We spent the rest of the day at home... auditioning for sloth of the day. Ha, ha. It was couches and screens for the rest of the day. Sam does TikTok, I do YouTube. Well, we'd been for an hours walk, so what the hell.

Afternoon

It was a 20 minute ride to my gym session. It seems to be taking me less time to ride it now. Funny, how that happens, even though it is exactly the same ride, it always ends up taking less time than it did initially.

My boy trainer is running my session to day. I don't know where my girl trainer is, but she's not with us. That's fine J is nice enough. He'd only been observing up until this point.

Anyway, the session still takes about an hour, and then I am done. Late morning, I climb back on my bike and ride home in the sunshine.

I'm fucked by the time I get home, via the chemist to get the missing script filled.

I hear Charlie stirring in his room, as I head to the stairs, so I race to have a shower and get changed. Charlie is in the bathroom forever when he gets in there.

No one from work has emailed me, so there is that.

3pm. I feel really tired, so I have a nap on the couch with the Rolling Stones Voodoo Lounge album playing in my headphones.

One Way To Start the day

Off to gym early. People say it is the best way to start the day. Sure. Okay. I'll go with that. I ride my bike across the inner suburbs to get there. The bike ride is good, freedom and fresh air.

I get to see L my trainer. We'll work for about an hour and half. Then I ride home. I'm fucked by the time I get home.

I'm just waiting for a Telehealth call before I leave. Come on doc, let's go. Snap of the fingers! One of my scripts was left off my script. My doctor isn't available, so I am hearing from one of the others. He calls right on time.

"No problem, I'll send it to your phone now."

Bing, sounds my phone.

Not long after the call, he sent a text asking for me to sign over the medicare benefits. Really? But it was your mistake to be fixed. Okay, it wasn't your mistake, it was my doctor's mistake, but I'm not exactly sure why you should profit from it?

I leave on my bike for my gym session. It's a nice ride, it is the only way to get around a big city, I decide.

Working Full Time

I pretty much had had nothing to do all day. Working full time? I've been seriously doing nothing much. I hate working and not being busy. Sitting round, doing nothing, just waiting for someone to ask you something, or give you some work, it is really boring. I don't know how Boris fills in her day, I really don't. She must do nothing most of the time.

If I worked full time, I could do both our jobs easily. They need to bring in some rationalisation expert in and get rid of one of us. Ha ha.

I wasted my time online today. Other days I write stuff, which is good, a good use of my time, but that comes in waves and isn't always consistent. The writing mood has deserted me just for the moment, but that is okay, that happens, it will return.

Busy Day

I had very little to do all day. A bit in the morning, but not much after that. I lay on the couch all afternoon snuggled under a blanket with my dogs and watched the repeats of Kennedy Centre Honours on YouTube.

Busy day.

Ha ha, you've got to love working from home. 

Now don't give me that bullshit about this being the reason people shouldn't work from home. I started at 6am, and I did all of the work that I had to do. 

Grapefruit Juice

Sam bought grapefruit juice. He said he regretted it. I don't, I love grapefruit juice. I can guzzle it down non stop.

I guess it has added sugar, though. I don't suppose you can have grapefruit juice without added sugar.

The label says, no added sugar? Do you think they are lying to me?

I wonder as I drink a big glass down.

The fridge service guy comes and fixes the fridge for the 4th time. Seriously, 4 visits. To their credit, they haven't charged us since the first service call. Sam indicated to the service company that he'd be wanting to lodge a complaint this time if the fridge still wasn't fixed. I don't know if that was conveyed to the services guy?

Anyway, he says he has replaced all the sensors in the fridge this time. Everyone has been replaced, so cross your fingers, let's hope it is fixed.

Anyway, the grapefruit juice, finally, is cold, I can tell you that.

Off To See The Doctor

I rode my bike to see my own doctor the first time I have seen him since my minor coronary event. One small artery that doctors can't see with any method available to them blocked up. They can only tell from the small amount of damage it has done to my heart, which will mostly repair itself over time. I have not other blockages, all my main arteries are clear, no obstructions. No chest pain, but rather what felt like an incredibly bad case of indigestion burning intensely, and prolongedly in my throat.

I didn't even take a sick day off work, not that that is necessarily a good thing, but other than the indigestion, I never felt sick. I had my work laptop in hospital with me for 3 days. Then I came home to work from home.

It was a lovely day for a bike ride today. I'm enjoying riding my bike around Melbourne with all these medical/exercise appointments I am now having. It's nice just to ride up to some place and casually lock my bike in a bike, er, what do you call them? Half stainless steel circle thing? No fuss. No struggle for parking. No delays finding some place to park.

I haven't driven my car for a couple of months. I just look at it across the street.

It is nice to feel the sun on my face and the wind in my hair, erm, bike helmet. It is relaxing transversing the ease of the bike paths rather than battling the craziness of the roads. It's kind of exhilarating, was exhilarating on one occasion when I rode ahead of, and just beat, a rain shower getting to my appointment before the rain fell.

So far, no one from work has noticed me gone, up until this point, you have to love working from home. I'm not gone that long, an hour, an hour and a half, and it is more likely than not that they won't message me as soon as I leave, but, you know, halfway through my absence so they only have to wait half an hour, or so, which is well with in time limits for an answer. And I'm good at what I do, so I just respond when I get back and everything is smooth, if you know what I mean. 

I've got two appointments tomorrow, though, so I'm hoping nobody from will notice tomorrow, you know, with the double up. Still, one is at 3.30pm and I start early anyway. I have been careful not to double up so far, or even to have two appointments on consecutive days, but one of my appointments last week was cancelled by the medical professional and rescheduled for tomorrow when I already had an appointment booked.

So, beyond my control, really.

My big boss told me just to go and do anything I have to do, don't worry about asking. Boris is still, of course, eating mum's cooking in Lapland.

Anyway, my doctor gave me new scripts, we chatted a bit, and then I headed home.

The sun shone, the sky was one, giant blue tile. I rode through the parks and bike paths which joined up to the back streets of Fitzroy which continued to afford me a gentle ride home.

Lovely.

I wasn't even gone an hour.

Sunday

We walk into town and get haircuts. It's a nice day.

We eat Nepalese for lunch, pani puri, curry dumplings and Nepalese noodles.

The sun is shining, the breeze is nice.

We see a gathering of police in Swanston Street. A gaggle of beefy boys in blue. There is something about a Humanity for Palestine protest. I still can't understand what the purpose of bringing the Middle East fight to Melbourne streets is? What does it have to do with Australia?

It is a terrible thing that is happening over there, sure. No one would say it isn't. But, surely, the Palestinians and the Israelis have to be keen for this to stop as much as the rest of the world is keen for it to stop, before it will stop?

Anyway, we head home before we see any of it.

It's a nice day for a walk. I put on my gym exercise watch thing as my, I guess she is a trainer, wanted me to do some exercise over the weekend. I paused it while we had haircuts and ate and then re-started it for the walk home, I'm hoping that looks like I did an hour exercise.

Shrug? Maybe?

On The Couch All Day

I'm up early this morning, just because I am up early in the morning. As I have said previously, I just don't seem to be able to sleep in anymore. We've been having lovely sunny days, lately, like a hint of summer already seeping into life, but by 7am this morning, it was raining and cold.

Sad face.

That kind of set up the day. 

And I was so lazy all day, I just lay on the couch and watched YouTube all day. Car restoration channels. American politics. Crazy Karens. Road Rage. And those YouTube shorts I can scroll through endlessly. I was cuddled up on the couch with Bruno, who didn't really move either.

Eventually, the sun did come out and the day was quite lovely. And we did take the dogs for a walk for an hour.

But, other than the dog walk, I didn't move from the couch all day, glued to YouTube. I did fuck all else. Ha ha.

Sam watched sci fi shit on Apple TV. They all seem like the same show to me, but I guess that is streaming services as much as it is sc fi shows.

I felt so indulgently lazy, you know when you feel incredibly relaxed, but also just a little disappointed in yourself for not having done something just a little more meaningful, that was me, all day. Just wasting my life in an incredibly lovely kind of way. Oh fuck it, who says you have to do something all the time?

Busy Day Working From Home

I ride my bike to my gym workout, 9.30am. (I've driven my car once since May) I'm going to the gym twice a week, trying it out, you know, as prescribed by doctor's.

It's a nice ride across town. (You know when I say 'across town' I mean the inner suburbs) I ride on very few road, just one section by the botanical gardens, otherwise I'm riding on bike paths and through parks.

L my gym trainer is late. She messages me that Z will be starting me off. He's nice, cute smile.

L turns up soon enough and we get my work out done in an hours.

We test my blood pressure and blood sugar afterwards and they are both good.

I'm home just after 11am. My boss calls me about a mistake I discovered, good timing as I am home and back at my desk and he doesn't need to know I took a few hours off. Not that it would matter as he says it's up to me what I do during my working week.

I have to decide if I want to join up to the gym permanently, L is encouraging me, as you would understand.

I'm going twice a week now, which is so easy working from home, why would anyone want to go work in the office?

House Guest

We have a house guest who only knows how to wash up after himself by running the kitchen tap at full strength and washing the dishes under the running water. 

OMG! All that water!

At least now he is using hot water, as in the beginning he was using cold water. Not a clue about drying and putting away, so, I was putting his clean(ed with cold water) dishes in the dishwasher when he'd left the kitchen.

I've shown him how to use the kitchen plug and put the hot water in the sink, but her continues to blast the water when washing up.

I've shown him the dishwasher, which seems to remain a complete mystery to him. You'd think that would be the thing people use first, but no.

No. It is the water on full pelt with the dishes and a mountain of detergent all being washed down the plug hole before it can possibly have a chance to do any good.

It is annoying.

He doesn't know how to wash dishes. This is not one of the plethora of things I would have thought of that may annoy me when people come to stay.

Shake of the head.

Grrrr!

I know, I am getting more intolerant as I get older. It's true.

But, you know, when you are watching TV and there seems to be constant running water, it is annoying.

"Im sorry, you have to go, your washing up routine is too annoying."

Donald Trump

You know that old saying is the epitome of Trump when you think about it.

You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you cannot fool all of the people all of the time.

Tuesday

I signed into work at 6 something and got the emails waiting for me out of the way.

Then, I started off going to write my fiction blog. I have been going back over the last few days and rewriting what I can. Lots of it, actually.

But, today, I got distracted by Pinterest with Willian Gedney images which I started saving to my picture library. Good photographer, just the style I like, kind of urban.

So, I didn't do any writing, just photos.

And it wasn't until 11.15am when I got more work to do, so I started doing that before lunch. Yep, that was how long it was before anyone wanted me to do anything. Then I just got everything done.

Then David called and I chatted to him.

Then it was lunch, Sam made me noodles.

This afternoon I have to go to cardiac re-hab. Oh, yes, I never really told you what all that hospital stuff was about, now did I? I wrote lots on it but when it came to blogging it, oh, I don't know what, I just kind of didn't want to go into all of that. I felt disappointment mostly. 

Ah,, some stupid little artery that no one can even see decided to make itself important, and... well, anyway. I feel fine. But I now have to go and do all this medical stuff, fuck it. There is a cast of thousands. Oh well, it can't be bad for me.

I didn't even take a sick day, not that really means anything, it is just QI, quite interesting.

Anyway, it is a lovely day, the sun is shining, the sky is blue. Good day to get my bike out for a ride. I've been riding my bike to all my appointments, it is the only way to travel around a big city. And luckily for me, us, there are plenty of bike tracks to use instead of roads and all that car driving anger.

Warmer Weather

When that skinny chick on the nightly weather report in her latest sheath dress said in her nasal voice that the cold weather was over, I know that I for one thought, oh yes, I'll believe that when I see it and low and behold the cold weather did seem to end and the days have been glorious ever since, who'd have thought.

The last few days have been so perfect, you can taste the perfection on your lips when you breathe in.

Bob Dylan

I laughed when I was watching Spicks & Specks and Jimmy Barnes kid, I think she is Elly-May, said she only ever listened to Bob Dylan.

The greatest song writer of all time, so why not. If you were going to listen to one singer exclusively why wouldn't it be Bob Dylan.

her saying that rekindled my love of Bob Dylan, and I have been, almost exclusively, listening to him since.

I've loved him ever since I first heard Hurricane. It has been an enduring love. I've been picking his CDs up second hand over the last few years, so my own library of music has quite a lot of Dylan. 

And, of course, there is Apple Music. It's weird, you know, I find it much easier to listen to music from my own music library, which is limited, than to listen to music from Apple Music, which is unlimited. I'm sure there must be some deep psychological reason for that, you know, unlimited choice just becomes confusing, or something like that.

She seemed very cool, Elly-May Barnes. Really lovely.

Who Sticks Their Fingers In The Cookie Jar?

I'm always getting caught by Sam taking a knife full of peanut butter out of the peanut butter jar in the mornings when I am making my Vegemite toast for breakfast, because the damn plastic screw top jar never screws up properly, it always cross threads, or doesn't catch, or it just fumbles inexplicably and Sam looks around and catches me red-handed with the peanut butter jar in my hands looking guilty, I'm sure. 

He looks at me like I am the devil, or that he is just too disappointed for words with my actions. And I feel like a naughty boy. Scolded.

I don't want peanut butter toast in the mornings, it always has to be Vegemite toast, but I like a taste of peanut butter as I make my Vegemite toast. You know, just a taste. Is that so bad, I ask you?

Five Days A Week

Working five days a week is horrible. Seriously, two days off barely gives you a chance to piss a day away, you know, sleep in, do nothing, waste it on YouTube. Then you only have one day left. And then you blink and it is Monday morning again. Ugh! And you are back on the mouse wheel, or as David always laughs when I say, you are back at the salt mine licking the salt from the mine wall.

Kill me now!

Boris is back in 3 and half long weeks. 

Grrr!

Apparently, she is having a lovely time staying with her mother, I thought I had to ask. Well, you do, don't you. How's your holiday? You have to at least pretend to be interested, now don't you. Blah, blah, blah. Oh, I don't care. Get back here.

I'm looking at the calendar and somehow willing it to pass quickly.

Do You Think They Jumped?

I rode to my doctor's appointment. As I cross the bridge over the freeway, this Lime bike had been left right in the middle of the pedestrian bridge. I wondered if they jumped?
I mean, they leave these fucking Lime bikes anywhere and everywhere, like road kill, if only, but here seemed odd.
At least they have stopped leaving them across my front gate. I literally had to move them out of the way to get out my gate there for a while, so you can understand me wishing they had jumped.

Do you believe these are my fighting bulldogs this morning? Chopping their balls off certainly seems to have worked. There still get into it occasionally, but really hardly ever. 

 

Getting Everything Done

I had to pull everything together today, all of Boris' work. I was swearing and cursing her, but I got it done. 

I even emailed her in Lapland for some info.

I'm exhausted. You know, doing those things I haven't done before, with just a quick conversation with Boris before she left as to what to do, it's exhausting. But, it is pretty much done.

I've just got to pull all the loose ends together tomorrow.

I could do both jobs, easy, if I worked full time. I can always do more, there is always another gear to kick it up to, just that I don't want to do that any more.

Ha ha.

If I Actually Cared

If I actually cared about American politics, I'd say Pete Buttigieg for Vice President, and after that president. He is smart, he is measured, and he is informed.

You know, if I cared at all, and didn't take an interest in it like I might my favourite soap opera. Now a days, it is like the proverbial car crash, it is hard to look away.

I just laugh at it all now. I mean, what else can you do when a bloated, orange degenerate has as much of a chance of winning the presidential race as the other candidate.

Sunday

7.30am. I got up. I was thinking it was Monday morning, until I was dressed, when I realised it was Sunday, with a certain amount of joy and renewed lightness about the day, as you may well understand.

I made coffee. David called before I had the coffee done. We laughed. He was getting ready to go to the airport to pick up his friend, David, who is arriving home from Sydney, having just returned from London.

David said Chang Mai (His drug rehab) was 6 years ago.

I laughed when he said he’d taken a serepax, 2 antidepressants and his thyroid medication. “Clearly, the thyroid medication isn‘t working,:” I said.

“What do you mean?” he questions.

But, I am laughing too much. I don’t know why it amused me so? But finally I manage to say, “How much did you say you weighed last time you were on the scales?”

Aerosmith retire from touring over frontman Steven Tyler’s vocal injury. Band say they made decision after it became apparent voice of lead singer would not be able to fully recover.

That is sad, I think, I am a bit of an Aerosmith fan.

8am. Sam and Otto were up.

8.30am. I make more coffee.

I watch Coldwarmotors. 1960 Impala 2 dr, 1959 Buick hardtop sedan.

Sam cleans. Well, it is Sunday, after all. I just lift my feet when he does the vacuuming, feeling no shame as the vacuuming is my job. 

Otto is feisty all morning, so he was put in his crate to chill out.

10am. Bruno went outside for a wee in the garden. When Bruno came back inside, I let Otto out of his crate and he went out the back, started sniffing the ground from the top of the stairs, sniffed right to the exact spot Bruno wee’d and wee’d there himself. It is truly their super sense, I think. Then he had a shit.

The sun was shining, and it was nice to stand in it for a short time to feel its warmth bath me.

10.20am. Sam wants to wash the dogs, but I am not feeling it. My right arm is still sore, it still aches. I must remember to mention it in one of my upcoming medical appointments.

Bruno sits with me on the couch.

10.35am. I started watching Dylan McCool and his 1958 Plymouth.

We ate fried rice for lunch with papadums.

1:56pm. We take the dogs for a walk. The sun is shining, the sky is almost blue not quite, with clouds, it’s still a cool day despite the sun.

We walk up the sunny side of Gertrude Street.

2:10pm. We turn into Nicholson Street and are instantly bathed in warm winter sunshine. I love that turn, I love the son (Whose son? Anyone’s son. Ha ha. Oh, my dictation putting that in my head again?) sun we encounter after we have turned, it’s really lovely. 

2.17pm. The sun is shining all the way down Nicholson Street.

2:19pm. We turn into Bell Street.

2:21pm. We’re at the corner of Mahoney Street and Bell Street. 

2:39pm. Bruno and Otto and I are waiting outside Coles whilst Sam shops. The usual number of people stop to pat the bulldogs. Bruno stretches himself out across the footpath, as he always does. People are enchanted by the way he lies out in the super dog pose.

The sun is shining, in fact, I’m a bit sweaty from the walk.

A woman comments, “someone’s tired,” she says. She is looking at Bruno lying on the footpath.

“He’s very good at making himself comfortable wherever he is,” I say.

Otto sits quietly too. He even sits on command.

I think there’s an advantage to looking as though you are writing on your phone, or speaking into it, as then you have to speak to the general public less often? You look distracted.

2:47pm. I rest my head against the facade of Coles and close my eyes with the sun shining on my face.

Sam re appears at 2:55pm. 

3:03pm. We’re home again.

3.24pm. We leave for Harvey Norman on Bell Street in the Peugeot to replace the shitty LG vacuum. The log book indicates it is its first drive since February.

We get breath tested in Lower Heidelberg Road by a young, cute redheaded copper who has a moustache, a toothy smile, and a big bulge in his pants. The boy has a big dick on him, I can see that from the cock height position I am sitting. “One continuous blow,” he says.

“Oh, mate…” I think, as I am gazing at his crotch.

3:47pm. We’re at Harvey Norman on Bell Street. 

I’m sitting on a grey plastic table and chairs. It’s up for sale as a clearance item for $699 outside the main entrance to Harvey Norman. The afternoon sun is shining beautifully, as far as winter sun shines beautifully, kind of warm, and embracing, and comforting, you know, because that’s how winter son is – I love the way my dictation writes sun as son, as we always want to know what everyone’s son are doing, now don’t we.

4.05pm. Sam is out and he’s not that happy with the product care warranty with Harvey Norman. It is not the simple replacement scheme he’d been led to believe it was. Harvey Norman is sending the piece of shit vacuum away to be assessed. Sam is not happy with that outcome.

“Let’s go,” is all he could manage initially.

4.09pm. We leave Bell Street.

Victoria Street > Dundas Street > Victoria Road > Westgath Street > High Street > Smith Street > Westgarth Street > Gore Street > Johnston Street > Chapel Street > George Street > Greeves Street

4.30pm. We’re home.

I watched What’s My Line. Johnny Olson and Maurice Chevalier, as I lay out on the couch wasting my life on YouTube. Still, What’s My Line is surely better that all that American politics I usually watch. Actually, I like What’s My Line, it is like a window into a world that no longer exists..

We ate roast chicken and roast vegetables for dinner.

We watched the Dog House, celebrity addition with Lydia Williams, Adam Cooney, Melissa Tkautz and John Wood 

We watched Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part One. What a load of shit. Tom Cruise is a terrible actor. He might be a great movie star, but a great actor he is not.

10.15pm. We went to bed.

Sam cleaned Bruno’s ears.

10.45pm. Lights out.

Nice To See Jane

It was so nice to see Jane. She’s down to see friends, but she is also down here for a more serious reason. My step son, and her brother, Fenn, who died, oh, a number of years ago now, had a daughter, and now, apparently, the mother of that daughter is battling cancer, and from all accounts it appears that she is going to lose that battle. So, Fenn’s 10 year old daughter may well be an orphan in the foreseeable future. And, Jane is contemplating stepping in and taking over the raising of her niece. So, that is a part of Jane’s mission in Melbourne.

Let's face it, Fenn was a disaster. He didn’t need to be, he was actually a lovely, smart boy – importing anabolic steroids from a back yard laboratory in Thailand wasn’t smart though. I’m not sure where Fenn thought that was going to lead other than the heart attack that killed him. The idiot girlfriend didn’t help. All that shit she went on with when she first met Fenn? And not that I have had anything to do with the girlfriend/mother for quite a few years, but she was a bigger disaster than Fenn, for different reasons. How may names did she have? I’m still not sure I ever found out what her real name is? So, this kid would be more than lucky to get Jane as her substitute mother. Why Jane wants to do it, I don't know. Oh, you know, a blood relative is a blood relative and all that, I guess.

I’d leave the kid to her own devices, but that is me. I think she is 12 now. Well, you have to learn to fend for yourself at some stage, now don’t you. Oh, I don’t mean that, but surely there is someone else who can look after her? The mother has always been dishonest – my memories of her are still really aggravating, if I think about them – so what kind of values do you think have been instilled into this kid? What kind of trouble is this kid going to be? Her father died when she was very young, and now her mother is going to die at what is possibly her most vulnerable age. The kid sounds like a whole mess of trouble, if you ask me.

Still, I guess it is a selfless act on Jane’s part. Points to her, I guess.

End of the Week

This working full time has knobs on it. Ha ha, that is an expression my father used to use. Something has knobs on it. I wonder what the origin of that expression is? Oh, it means it comes with extra things added? Mmmm?

The end of my full time week. I was thinking it was my 2nd full time week, but when I look it is my 3rd. My, how time flies, as they say. Well, I can’t really describe it as having had fun, considering the last few weeks. How does anyone have a life, working full time? How can you keep a positive POV on your life, working this way? It's all work with just a blink in between. How does anyone get anything done? You know, other than work? I could learn to hate this.

I stopped working full time after the (well known) awful law firm, for which I worked. I was lucky, I just naturally saved my money and found myself in the position to do so. Of course, it was after the psychopaths who ran the awful law firm made life unboreable for everyone concerned, that I came to the decision. We all worked very hard, but the unhinged execs in that company treated us all very badly and then sacked most of us anyway for our trouble.

I haven’t worked full time ever since.

Oh no, I don’t want to do it again. Time just merges into one big working blur. Two days break isn’t enough for that.

My step daughter, Jane, came for a visit, that was nice. She wanted to see me after my four days spent in hospital.

I spent that time in hospital and I didn't take one day sick. It is all a part of working from home., I guess.

Jane was heading out to dinner with friends. She is only in Melbourne for four days. She was her usual lovely self. It was nice to see her.

How Many Rings?

 

Olympics, blah, blah, blah, blah, whatever. Nyr. It is just a collective tug, really. Entertainment for the wealthy middle class 4WD set. When is it over? Please tell me it is over soon.

I guess that isn’t the spirit, hey? But, I just don’t get into it. Is that terrible? I guess it is free speech. Good thing we are all different, and all of that. It makes the world interesting.

I’m sorry, but every time I hear, Aussie, Aussie, Aussie, oi, oi, oi, I just cringe. Consequently, when the Olympic stuff is on, I keep the TV on mute. It has been on mute a lot lately.

People get transfixed by it, like it means something to their lives. Does anyone really care if some muscle bound droob can throw a clay ball further than anyone else? Really? And boxing? Seriously. Boxer’s train so they can bash the shit out of their opponent better than anyone else. Really? And I just want to see the synchronised swimmers drown, glug, glug, glug, if I was honest. Ha ha, I don’t really mean that, but sticking ballet legs out of a pool, what is that all about.

Oh, it is just everywhere, on everything, like it is drowning out all other life as we know it.

Oh, I did think the 19 year old Chinese swimmer was cute, but is he hopped up on steroids like Chinese swimmers always seem to be? He got his precocious nose out of joint because the Aussie swimmer wasn’t nice to him. You poor, pretty little snowflake.