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.

The Lovely Early Morning

I stood on my back veranda and watched the dark morning turn to light. I think it is the loveliest and most satisfying part of the day. Anything seems possible, and the world seems like a wonderful place, right at that moment, you know, just before the noise of people fucks it up. 

Hump Day, End Of The Week

It was just a work day. It was easy. Really, no stress. I was looking for things to do in amongst the hours I spent working, finishing everything off for the month.

I collect nude photos of guys. Oh, yes, I know, how old am I? I do collect them, occasionally, something sparks my interest, an image of some sort, and it just gets me going down that track, not really sure what exactly inspires me, particularly? But occasionally I go down that path

David sends me a photo of his feet on a set of scales that say 80 kilos. He has steadily lost weight all year

Christian Fletcher

Ugly feet

David Gioncallis:

Yes yes … she cant celebrate the win 

    She has to criticise something 

    #classic 

    #predictable

Christian Fletcher

All I can see are those gnarled stumps 

Darling

David Gioncallis:

How about ! “That’s great … I’m so happy for you “ 

    Darling 

Christian Fletcher

Oh, yes, of course, blah, blah, blah

Darling

Pat, pat