Out To Lunch

It's just lunch today, that's all that is on the agenda.

It's Sunday

Oh yes, of course, we have cleaned the house, it is Sunday after all, and Sam is a stickler for that. Me? I don't care about cleaning so much. My theory on cleaning is that when it looks dirty to me, then I clean it.

It's another warm, overcast, day. Sometimes I think warm overcast days are hotter than sunny day, I don't know why. At least there is a bit of a breeze.

It is humid, which I hate. Thank you to all the filthy conservative politicians who have ignored climate change causing Melbourne to be humid, where it never was humid. We're still used to the dry heat that used to be Melbourne weather. This humidity sucks.

Vote conservative politicians out of office who are climate change deniers, our lives depend on it.

Anyway, we're just walking to the next suburb, we're gonna eat outside, then we're gonna walk home. Job done.

Day done.

Mark is all better and home again. I thought he had a mesh wrap over his aorta, but he tells me, he thinks, they pulled the sleeve inside his heart and secured it on the inside. How is that? That just sounds miraculous to me.

Oh, us humans are a clever bunch, now aren't we.

(That is when we are not hating each other, eating ourselves to death, voting in wannbe dictators who are going to pass legislation contrary to our wants and needs, easily falling for racist tropes, going to war with each other, ignoring climate change which is probably going to destroy us. Lying. Cheating. Discriminating against each other. Being bigots. Getting sucked into nonsense religions, you know that old Christina nonsense kind and the new ooky spooky spiritual kind)

So clever. 

Mesh pulled inside someone's heart to stop an aneurysm from bursting all done through keyhole surgery. It is amazing.

And he is back home in a cuppla days.

If only the human race could use our powers for good. Just imagine what we could get done.

Imagine if we took all the money throughout the world spent on defence and used it for good, we'd be invincible. 

Imagine if Australia took the $350 billion Aukus submarine money and spent it on medical, and education, and poverty, we'd be an amazing country.

It is just a shame we are not that race of people.

I lay on the couch for most of the day, well, morning. Ah, well, what else is Friday for, I ask you? 

This generation of AI images for my blog is taking some time, very time consuming, it is, but also fun. Well, kind of fun. I just have to remember it doesn't all have to be done at once. Of course, I should be re-writing my blog entries as I go too, and while there has been a bit of that, it would take so much longer if I did.

Am I wasting my time, doing this for old blogs? Shrug. Probably. Nyr!

Sam quizzed me about going to the gym. "What happened to the gym?"

"Nothing, as far as I know."

"Exactly," he said. "Cancel your membership."

Oh, he's probably right, but I intend to go, I'm just not feeling it right now.

"Not since New Year," said Sam.

In the afternoon I made bolognese sauce. I make a great bolognese sauce. I pretend my name is Despina, I mumble a few words in Italian, and off I go. A bit of role play while you cook is good, to be encouraged even. Ha, ha.

Just waiting for my 20 year old son, Nico, to come home from soccer. (Perhaps, I should dress Charlie up in soccer gear and throw some mud at him)

That was Friday. It was hot and grey. Sounds like a sexy pensioner. Oo, I'm trying not to conjure that mental image. Oh, too late.

Everything All At Once

Sometimes do you find yourself wanting to do some many things at once?

I was just creating AI images, making coffee, needing to have a wee, and wanting to fix a James Blunt CD that hadn't loaded into my iTunes correctly.

I found myself feeling a kind of anxious stress, as I tried to walk away from the toilet bowl before I'd finished peeing, as my head was already in the study looking for the paper on which I wrote the titles of the dud James Blunt songs, yesterday when I was working, but I was already picturing myself looking at the coffee machine frothing milk, as I was craning my neck to try and see how the latest AI images of LouLou Brown had come out on my computer, until I suddenly shook my head, and shivered all over as my eyes refocussed on the wee water in the toilet bowl.

That feeling of your mind racing and you just wanting to get everything all done at once?

Does anyone else ever do that?

Or is it just me?

Ahhhhh, ahhhhh! Take a breath. And stop.

Good thing it is my day off, and I can just close my. eyes and breathe in deeply and clear my mind. (not that I couldn't do that if I was working, but you know what I mean?)

Heart Surgery

Mark had a big heart operation. He had his aorta sleeved due to a distension of more than 5 millimetres. It was a big, serious operation, with possible serious complications of paraplegia, and death.

They had to stop the blood flow to his heart for a certain amount of time while they pulled the sleeve into place, and if they cutoff the blood flow for too long, that was when he could lose future mobility. And Mark is very outdoorsy and active. Me, it probably wouldn't matter, chuckle.

It all started at midday. So, I played Dusty Springfield, his favourite singer, all day. Actually, The Dusty in Memphis album is kind of nice.

It was all done through keyhole surgery so the recovery time is much better, but still it was going to take hours.

I didn't hear all day, which I kind of took as a good sign, because, you know, if he'd died, I probably would have heard sooner, so assumed it was a good sign.

I was just falling asleep on the couch at 10pm when he called. It was all done, all successful, the big worry of the 5 millimetre distension bursting now gone.

He said he felt fine and that he was really hungry.

David Came Over

David came over for dinner. He got Sam to cook him his favourite dinner, of course.

He said he'd grown a beard to cover up the fact he'd put on weight. I told him he'd need to grow a bigger beard.

It was good to see him.

He is down in Melbourne attending to his flock, giving them what they want, a spiritual retreat in them tha hills, and the sycophants have responded.

Some how I manage to lend him my car to get to the country next weekend. Not exactly sure how that happened, as David plans all these things out well in adavance, you know, but not the transport.

Be generous, Sam said later, when I questioned it.

But he would have had it planned already, you know what he's like.

David, despite the smoke and mirrors regarding said weight gain, bought large blocks of KitKat choclate.

He got us to watch MAFS. Dear God... time I won't ever get back.

Rain Rain

It rained for most of the day, as it has for the last few days. The rain has fallen steadily. There has been alot of rain, hopefully it fell in the catchment ares, as they have fallen recently.

Don't get me wrong, I kind of like it, warm and wet, but then I've been working inside, of course.

The weather people said we were all at risk of some catastrophic weather outcomes, when two low pressure systems joined up, I don't know if that happened. Oh yes, heavy rain, causing some big puddles.

Birthday Lunch

It was that overcast, grey, very light rainy, warm enough for shorts and a t-shirt weather, which I kind of like.

Rain dripped from the umbrellas we were sitting under, which is kind of melancholic and heart warming, dare I say a certain kind of romantic.

Jane has always been that kind of semi alternative, Northcote set, so they were the people present.

All lovely to be with.

Step son Jay has grown into quite a boy.

His girlfriend is some kind of goth chick with multiple face piercings and heavy black makeup. Not sure what Jay sees in that? But, I don't have to, do I? You can just hear her in years to come when she has pulled them out and wiped off the heavy black eyeliner say, "What was I thinking."

Jay had some mates there, a tall one, and a fat one. The tall one sat back and got by on his good looks, dare I say like usual, the fat one was giving 'it' big time to make up for his, er, apparent inadequacies.

They all went and played games halfway through the arvo.

Jane had her friends there too and we chatted house sales and life and reminisced.

There were a few guys at the venue in really awful clothes, and Jane was quick to tell me that now a days, the worse the clothes, the cooler they are considered. Who knew?

Jules turned up towards the end, he'd been playing netball with his mob and was bruised and damaged.

We stayed until late afternoon when we headed home when Jules did. I gave Jay a hug and wished him happy birthday. Oh, to be 22 again, imagine what you could do if you knew what you knew now?