Today Is Perfection

OMG! The weather is soooo glorious today, absolute perfection, that even I can't just sit inside and ignore it. When I step outside, the day sparkles so beautifully that I can, actually, smell the fresh gorgeousness in the air.

I've always had green fingers, I have always had a love of plants, particularly grown in pots, that I am going to pull on my shorts and go out and give all my pot plants the maintenance they have all been lacking.

On with my headphones, off I go.

The free electricity starts at 11am, so I put the dishwasher and the washing machine on before I head out into the garden for the rest of the morning.

A few hours later. Sam made roast chicken, Halloumi cheese, cherry tomato and salad wraps for lunch. And I never made it off the couch, my tummy made me too relaxed. The sun continued to sparkle beyond the lounge room windows. Eventually, I did take Otto for a walk, of course, my daily requirement, my daily joy.

Gorgoeus, Sunny Thursday

I sat on the couch for most of the morning re-writing my 2014 journal and creating June blog posts for the missing days. I like doing it, even if some people may well think it a waste of time. I don't care, if I enjoy doing it, what the hell, how can it be a waste of time? Not that any of my friends know about my blog, so as to think of it as a waste of time.

My friend Panda knows/knew about it.

Oh, I have told my boyfriends at the time, but they have never cared about it. Mark, Luke and Sam have all had exactly the same reaction, they glaze over at the very mention of it, and in a remarkably similar short time frame have practically forgotten that I even write one.

I remind Sam frequently, but he really has absolutely no interest in it. None.

There are a few friends who I could tell, who probably would be interested in it, but I don't. I think the relative secrecy, for want of a better word, allows me some much more freedom to write, than any benefit I might get from any of them knowing about it.

The problem is that it is really time consuming.

The other problem that I have realised lately, is that where I used to think that at least I wrote something every day, that, I now realise, was not the case. There are so many missing days that I could fill in, which would take me the rest of my life to complete.

And, you know, that is probably a benefit, more so than a negative, as, at least, I'll have something to do until I am dead. On the flip side, I may never write anything else again, which isn't ideal.

Anyway, I have a roof over my head, access to fresh water, and food to eat, which is more than you can say for a frightening huge portion of the world's population, and a statistic that isn't getting any better, in fact it may even be getting worse. I'm not completely sure about that statistic. I must Google it.

Late morning, I finally got off my arse and replanted my large Angel Leaf Begonia. I originally grew it inside, but it got to big and so it got relegated to the back yard, where is is safe to say it did not enjoy life. It is a problem I often face, those plants that do so well inside that they out grow the inside of the house. Several ficus, one of which Sam sold for $200. A number of palms. A begonia, or two.

Recently, I saw an old photo of how beautiful the begonia was and I decided that I have to save it and relocate it to somewhere it would start to thrive again.

I've always had aspidistras on my front veranda, which filled in the space with such little maintenance, so I decided they could be relocated to the back yard and my once beautiful begonia could take their place and hopefully be restored to its former glory. The problem was that when I moved it from the back yard to the front of the house, its roots were all poking out the bottom of the pot.

So, I finally planted the Japanese Maple I had in a big pot into the ground, not before time for it, which made its large pot available for the begonia.

It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, the sky was an unblemished blue over our heads, and Otto and I set about repotting the begonia. It came out of the pot realtively easily, so that was good. Otto charged in and out of the house behind me as I got implements and brushes and pans and pot saucers and things. Otto chewed the old fronds I cut off the plant making an absolute mess all over the place. A good time was had by both of us.

The begonia looks great in its new pot.

After that I took Otto for a walk. It was a gorgeous day.

End Of The Week

End of the week. End of my week. Happy face. I've got to love it when Wednesday rolls around. Good job, I say. Off I go to play. Hey, hey.

It came around nice and fast, so much so that there is time for a lovely repast, time to sit at length on my arse, take the garden to task, stare into space, answer questions, if someone asked.

I had everything I had to do done by about 1.30pm, everything, all done, so, yay, for me, nobody bothered me after that. 

My day essentially finished then, 1.30pm. Not bad huh. I did start at 6am, so, you know, that's how the day went.

I got everything done. It's been a quiet week. That's how we like them. That's how we like them if I am working from home, as I have other things I can do. If I am in the office, I prefer to be busy, makes the day go quicker.

Sometimes when I talk about my job, people ask me how I can be so lucky. Lucky? Fuck off, I wanna say, but the truth is, I've been lucky all my life. But then, what is the common denominator, I ask you? Me. I am. So, is it luck? Or is it me? Something about me?

Behind his hand, quietly to the side. I've always been lucky.

But then, what is it 'they' say? If you have a roof over your head and food on your table every day, and you live in peace and happiness, you are lucky.

Tuesday What A Day

Tuesday? What can I say about Tuesday? Nothing. What is there to say? Nyr.

It's not even interesting enough to be one of the two famously terrible days in the week, Monday, or Wednesday hump day. It is the little brown wren of days compared to the other two.

Funny how Thursdays get off lightly. The solid, straight up and down,  Charming Everyman of days.

Fridays are universally loved. The Golden Boy of days.

I worked the day, no one really disturbed me. I worked the day with Otto curled at my feet like most days.

The electrician charged me almost half of what I thought he might charge me, so that cheered up my Tuesday an awful lot.

I went and did Tuesday lotto just to celebrate the 'electrical win.'

Ah, why not.

David has made a 5000 piece lego build of Notre Dame Cathedral. That's how he is spending his down time.

Rainy Monday

Today it is raining.

Some people talk about Melbourne's changeable weather as a bad thing. Where, I like it.

I had a school master who said that Melbourne had the second most changeable weather anywhere he'd lived in the world. (I don’t remember where he said the most changeable weather was)

He was the first black teacher to teach in Australian schools, and he was gay. Imaging the pressure he lived under? He was a fantastic teacher, he really was. he came from somewhere that spoke French. He taught French.  But, I digress.

I love Melbourne's changeable weather. It is interesting. It is dynamic. When the weather is much hotter in summer, you know you are only two, or three, days away from a cool change, which is lovely.

Rainy Monday.

I've got the electrician coming today, so I told the office I'd be working from home. Oh, no, I never miss an opportunity to work from home. No, I didn't really need to be here. Sam is home. In fact, as he is going to cut the power for an hour, or so, I'd have been better in the office, anyway, but fuck that.

Lazy, Sunny Sunday

Sunday, what can I say. It was spent, as all good Sundays should be spent, doing very little. HaHa.

The weather was perfect. We took Otto to the park, which was nice, except, of course, the great weather bought the tourists to our lovely suburb. Like when you go overseas, the only problem with living in a great part of the world, are the tourists. Oh, the tourists. Still, what can you do? Move to their suburbs? I guess that is what real trendsetters would have the ability to do. Nah, not me.

The sky was an unblemished blue above our heads. The sun was radiant.

We spent the rest of the day indoors, contemplating life. Haha. I spent most of it collecting nude male images, not sure how I got onto that, but it has been all weekend. Artists shots, you understand. I'm a bit obsessed with it, to find the most artistic and beautiful shot. It's a hobby of mine, a good way to pass the day. Last year it was miniature golf.

That, and catching up on all my car restorer YouTubers. I got most of them ticked off my 'to do' list. Lovely.

I've spent days doing it, looking for interesting images. I think it is when I don't really feel any great inspiration to write myself, it is easier to obsess about someone else's creativity. Obsessing about something kind of fills the void, momentarily. It's that and Joan Armatrading at the moment, my two obsessions. I guess they’ll be short lived, well, perhaps not Joan Armatrading, I have loved her for years, she has just come to the fore of late.

We ate good food. The day slipped away like all good Sundays do, too quickly, too soon. Do you think that is why the ice cream desert was named a Sunday?

Sunny Saturday

It was a gorgeous day. Sunny, with an unblemished blue sky overhead.

I sat inside and collected artistic shots of guys all morning. (can you read between those lines?) I'm not really sure, the mood just seem to take me. Oh yes, it is really such a waste of time but, you know, what else are days off for, I ask you?

We took Otto for a walk early afternoon. I called Jill, again. She, again, said she'd have to call me back. I didn't hear from her again.

I listened to a new Joan Armatrading CD I picked up.

I came back and Otto and I lay on the couch for the rest of the afternoon.

We watched YouTube until it was news time and dinner. Here, have some misery to accompany your sustenance. You know, the news does not sustain us any more.

I listened to a Cher interview and was pleased how smart she is. You know, when you listen to someone and they make you smile with the intelligent things they are saying.