Afternoon Nap

Any day, where you get to sleep for a couple of hours on the couch in the afternoon, is a good day.

Blur Saturday

It's got cold these last few days, summer has gone. Back to jeans, which always feels strange after a summer of shorts. It rained for most of the day, that slow, set in drizzle type of rain. We got out in a window period when the rain stopped. We bought Pad Thai.

It was a blur kind of day. You know, not every day can be a great day.

We did go to the Italian cake shop and get jam shortbreads though, so in that sense, it was a very good day.

I stayed up to hear the new Rolling Stones track released today, but that was unsuccessful.

But, you know, it was that kind of day, I guess.

Do you ever wonder what’s going to happen in the end? You know, what’s going to happen to you at the end of your life? What kind of disease, problem, you are going to get? What words the doctor is going to use to tell you, you know, the jig, that is your life, is up? What words are you going to hear?

Oh, I don’t know, maybe it is just that kind of day?

Getting frustrated with not finding The Rolling Stones new song, my mind starts to wander as I sit up late, getting nowhere.

It’s escape. You know, the pressure valve letting off steam. 

I’m now picturing the top of my head as a funnel…

Maybe, I should just go to bed?

You Know, We Could Have A Clean Energy City

I think we have found a way to fight climate change from the bloated orange compulsive liar shooting himself in the foot recently. As with making cigarettes more expensive led to a decrease in smoking, apparently, the increased cost of fuel has seen a drop in the traffic on Melbourne & Sydney roads. Perhaps, that is good for the planet.

What do you think?

Brutal? Maybe so.

If what the scientists say is coming, comes, it is going to be far more brutal. And quite possibly sooner than later.

A few years ago, the scientists said if we simply planted trees on all the available public land on the planet, the scientists even told us where the land was on which we could do that, we could delay the effects of climate change by a decade, or so, but we didn't do that.

Conservative forces are arguing against a change to renewable energy, electric cars and the like. The conservative forces are even arguing against Melbourne building the suburban rail line when we need clean energy, non-petrol cars and public transport. I find this just plain odd. (I'm guessing the fossil fuel industry financing of conservatives is strong)

So, maybe we should give making fossil fuels more expensive a go to encourage people not to use them, as recent events seem to indicate that works.

If more people are encouraged to use public transport, we will get better public transport, it follows logically, supply & demand, and we will all win if that happens.

Windy Sunny Thursday

8.15am. I just took Otto out for his morning wee, to discover it is a glorious morning, really lovely. Brun and Otto are always the last out of bed. Maybe, we are still in for some good weather before winter descends.

Pretty soon after that the wind really started to blow, even if the sun was still shining. I wondered if that was an allegory of the Australian economy, at present? That kind of made me laugh, economic jokes at this time of the morning. Sheesh.

I thought about what a knob Conservative leader Angus Tayolor is. Even his good looks are fading as fast as his credibility. I thought about Ultra (irrelevant) Conservative leader Matt Canavan’s 1950’s throw back, hardly even concealed these days fossil fuel loving, economic plan, which would, essentially, have us all paying more for everything. 

I wondered why people were voting for conservative parties – the orange bag of shit in the US, the lizard in the UK, a handful of South American countries, the whining, got-no-credible-answers, ranga from up north – I can’t work it out. Parties that really have no answers, just grievances. It is just baffling. I shook my head

The anti-intellectual messaging by the conservative parties has clearly been effective. 

It is a good thing the Labor Party won so many seats in the least election against our very own happy-clapper, evangelical PM, that it is probably almost impossible for them to lose the next election.

I exhaled and thought about that last piece of information and felt comforted by it. 

I puffed my pillow, and pull the blanket up over me, on the couch I am sharing with Otto and I listen to the Beatles, Magical Mystery Tour. I was never a fan, but I am coming around slowly.

I watch YouTube.

The sun is continuing to shine through the wind.

I might head down the shops, I haven’t done that for weeks.

Nyr? Whatever.

 

An HR Meeting To Finish Off The Week

A late meeting with HR, called by The Midget, over a stuff up over a lawyer working OS, after which my weekend started.

Boris and I wondered what it had to do with us – we were familiar with the issue at hand, as we had been asked to do a few calculations by the poor overworked HR administrator, Cinnamon Wang – but we attended none the less.

The Giant PonyTail attended the meeting – she must be attempting a whitewash of her corporate image – and she consistently tried to lay blame on everyone but HR, but I wasn't having it, no I wasn't. I have to give it to her, she was relentless in a subtle way. A one-eyed, Teflon coated, not-my-fault, never-my-fault, Dalek moving through the corporate world seeking to Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! anyone who goes against that mantra. I kept it up to her, though, subtly bringing it back to the problem was HRs.

Boris opened her gob and gave them an out, oh something about our recent change to cloud-based applications had caused numerous issues, and The Giant PonyTail latched onto that quick as a flash, so much so it looked kind of desperate. Oh Boris, I thought. To paraphrase Amanda Priestly, that was the biggest disappointment of the meeting. Suddenly, I thought, is Boris a fixer, does she have a touch of The Hero Complex about her? It would explain a lot.

Then The Giant PonyTail tried to wrap the meeting up in her favour, with her pinched face, and her hair pulled back so severely I wouldn't have been surprised at the appearance of a beard, but I was ready when she finished, and I clearly re-stated the issue as one of HR's making. She exhaled loudly, but said nothing more.

Then my weekend started and I forgot all about it. I took the dogs for a walk and sucked in fresh air and cleared my mind.

My week was over and my weekend was about to begin, and as Taylor Swift would say, I shook it off.

Back To Work

The day off disappeared quickly, like days off do, well lubricated by the rain, no doubt.

There was a window of sunshine in the afternoon when we took the woofs for their walk.

The rain returned almost as soon as we were back home. An Easter miracle, perhaps.

And that was that, the yearly chocolate festival was over again for another year, without me eating one egg.

And here I am back at my work desk again licking the salt from the salt mine walls like every good worker is expected to do.

Daylight Savings has finished for the year so any moment we are to be plunged into winter darkness, something to look forward to hey, to cheer us up back at the mine.

And that fat orange idiot, lets see if he plunges us into a perpetual dark winter. Ah, I guess we have to look on the bright side, what else do we have, the fat orange one will go to jail, or die. I want him to go to jail, to be humiliated, you know, if I cared that much, and the world order will be returned to its normal haves & have nots, with climate change threatening everyone's existence.

Those were my cheery thoughts this morning, as my work computer whirred into life, sipping on my first coffee for the day, as it just became light outside.

Up Early, Just Me And The Cat

I got up early. Public holiday, day at home. It was raining. It was just Milo and me for the first few hours of the day. Milo takes his opportunity to cuddle up while the red monsters are still in bed. They are the last to get out of bed.

When Sam got up, I said, "Good morning honey."

He grunted.

I thought, that really is a grunt. So, I asked, "How are you?"

He grunted again.

Another grunt, I thought.

So, I asked, "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes."

Better, but still not great. "It is a lovely morning."

He looked at me, titled his head, his forehead squeezed together, and he looked at me like what is going on. “It’s raining.”

"So, you slept really well?"

"Yes." Still giving me the you-are-exhausting-me kind of look.

"Nice dreams?"

"What?”

“Any dreams?”

He breathed in heavily. "Not really."

I laughed.

He gave me his gorgeous, nervous, smile. 

"How many years is it?"

"What?" Back to the you-are-exhausting-me look.

"That we've been together and I have never realised how much of an awful morning person you are?"

Quizzical look. "How many years?"

"Sixteen."

Another nervous smile. "I was just repeating what you said."

"Did you know that?"

"Yes."

He knew that, and now he was smiling.

He sat down on the couch and picked up his iPad.

"Like badly cooked spaghetti," I said.

"What?" Back to the you-are-exhausting-me look.

"We stick together." Oh, I don't know, I was just being silly by then.

He looked at me over the top of his iPad.

“A day off,” I said.

“Huh.”

“Public holiday.”

Then he was back to grunting.

It rained all morning. It rained until lunch. It was a stay inside do nothing kind of rainy day.