I left the office early, after thinking 'fuck it' around 2.15pm.
Sam was ready to take Otto for a walk, when I got home, so we walked to the park.
It was a glorious day for a walk in the park.
There is an interesting feeling about the day when you get out into it early on a work day. I guess it's kind of naughty and nice. 😀
It's my day in the office, and you know how much I love that.
I'd finished my breakfast and was just starting to get my shit together and it started to rain. I have to spend, what I condsider, a pointless day in the office, and now I have to make my way there in the rain. Oh, yes, I am very happy about that.
Momentarily, I consider working from home because of the rain, I don't know? Should I?
However, the rain stopped almost as quickly as it started and I suddenly just appear to be a whinger. Haha.
I’m in the office at 6:30am.
The Midget comes to tell me that Boris is sick and won’t be working. Then Boris messages me to say she won’t working like she is rubbing it in. Grrrr!
The yappy American chick starts up as soon as she gets in. I can hear her even with both our office doors closed. Every sentence she utters ends up being semi hysterical by the end of it.
She never shuts up with her annoying American accent.
She banged on today about wanting to know what her mother was thinking when she gave birth to her.
Then she banged on about whether or not her father had the latest iPhone in heaven
Gibberish. I reckon she must just like the sound of her own voice. Truely.
The sun shone outside. Gazing out the window 30 floors up.
1:30pm. I reckon I’m finished for the day. I just have to wait until 3pm now. I’m listening to Joan Armatrading on my headphones. Her jazz album.
I left at 2.25pm. I thought fuck it. Boris was away sick. The Big Poo is still on leave. Just The Midget, and when she disappeared into a meeting, I grab my bag and was out the door as quick as…
It was colder outside than I anticipated, that was kind of unexpected.
11:42am. We walk Otto to Victoria Street.
It’s warm outside, the day is warm. Warm and sunny. The Sun is shining down beautifully, it’s like summer. It is an easy walk to Abbottsford in the sun.
As we approach Nicholson Street, a guy turns right out of the left lane of Victoria Street turning right into Nicholson Street in front of the right hand turn traffic, at speed when his light turns green.
“Jasus!” I say out loud. Idiot, I think.
12:03pm. Otto and I wait in the entrance to The Hive, where we have both stretched out on the cool tiles. Otto lies out to cool his tummy, I am sure, as Sam disappears into the centre and does the shopping.
It was warm walking down here, the son was warm, er sun. (I’m sure my dictation is gay) It’s actually nice to be out of the son, er sun for a moment, in the shade. I’d hate to be one of those people who starts to complain about the heat as soon as we get it, I’m not gonna be that person.
12:05pm. A woman walks past and makes an ‘Oh’ face when she sees Otto lying against my leg.
A good looking shaggy haired guy in a white t-shirt, who winks at Otto, but I pretend he winks at me, walks into the centre.
A good looking guy in a singlet and baggy shorts, – which is what I should’ve worn, – with great legs, comes out of the centre. He has on Harry Potter glasses.
12:07pm. The menace who turned right out of the left lane in Victoria Street in front of the traffic, when we first got here, is back and now does a U-turn in front of everybody in Nicholson Street. The Man is a fucking menace in his grey beige four-wheel-drive Mazda.
A guy walks out of the centre in a tight grey t-shirt and blue shorts that are so tight across his bubble butt I’m sure you could see him fart, has a bandaged up wrist and arm, with a splint and strapping. He turns up Nicholson Street and disappears.
12:11pm. A hot black chick in shorts and a singlet comes out of the centre. A middle-aged Asian woman with a big floppy hat also comes out of the centre. A cute, stocky, dark haired guy dressed all in black with a black leather apron goes into the centre. (I presume he is a baker, or a butcher, I check for wax on his fingers) A middle-aged lady in multicoloured Candy striped tights goes into the centre. A 20 year-old guy in a baggy T-shirt and baggy corduroy shorts, with bandy legs, wearing thongs goes into the centre. A fat middle-aged man with a bad bleach dye job in shorts and a Tweety Bird T-shirt that has some Tweety Bird saying on the front goes into the centre. The shaggy head guy in the white T-shirt leaves the centre with his shopping.
A nuffy Asian guy says hello to Otto. I presume he’s been ‘imbibing’ as he is chewing rather furiously and he walks straight into one of the bollards at the entrance right there.
12:14pm. A sexy Indian guy heads into the centre in a pale blue T-shirt and black shorts that are so tight you could play drums on his arse crack.
A sexy shaggy haired, young guy in basketball shorts, black with white trim around the edges, with great legs, and a beefy arse, goes into the centre.
A really tall, skinny, 30 year-old guy leaves the centre with his red shopping jeep.
12:16pm. A line of really tall, elderly African women in colourful long dresses, cardigans and wraps around their heads leave the centre.
A 30 year-old man, with someone who looks like his father, with his daughter dressed up as a pale blue fairy, leaves the centre. The two men each hold one of the fairy’s hands. She does a little jump in the air as if she is in her favourite position to be.
"You kind of wrapped your lead around me," I say to Otto, when I suddenly realise he’s done more than a circle around me. Tied up, I was. Secured by dog lead – and that's not usually until after midnight in a darkened room somewhere with a man in leather. 😬 I had to peel the lead off me again with varying degrees of cooperation from Otto.
12:18pm. Sam comes out of the centre with the shopping to drop it off and get empty shopping bags. He says he saw Mike shopping in the centre, the mate who wants to come and stay.
A man walks past with an excitable Staffy that seems to want to get to Otto, and, of course, Otto fires up at the thought. “No, you don’t have to respond,” I say to him.
A sexy young 18 year old guy, with black hair and a deep red t-shirt that really suits his dark looks, in black shorts and headphones walks into the centre. Olive skin, hairy legs, and a great arse on him.
The man with the Tweety bird T-shirt, and the bad hair bleach job, exits the centre with a large gold can of beer in his hand. (I'd be asleep in a few hours if I drank that much beer now, I think)
12:19pm. A sexy guy in long blue shorts and a white t-shirt with his equally sexy girlfriend in little blue shorts and long legs, heads into the centre.
12:20pm. A really handsome Asian guy all in black, with thick black hair, comes out of the centre with his Caucasian girlfriend to whom he is prattling away, almost sounds like he’s Man Splaining things to her, maybe? Grimace.
A really fat woman in a long black skirt walks into the centre with her fat boyfriend in shorts and a white T-shirt. There’s a lot of them out the front, their stomachs enter the centre seconds before the rest of them do.
The plain, thin, blonde chick, in a mauve American wrestling style jump suit, who walked into the centre talking loud loudly on her phone, exits the centre still talking loudly on her phone.
12:22pm. A big solid Asian guy, with a handsome face, in small black shorts and a small black T-shirt enters the centre with his girlfriend in matching small black shorts and a small black T-shirt. He takes her hand as they walk through the door.
The really fat boyfriend & girlfriend have got bags of takeaway food and leave the centre.
12:23pm. Sam reappears and we cross Nicholson Street to Minh Phat supermarket.
12:25pm. A blond haired, blue eyed boyfriend in white shorts that are hugging him nicely, heads off up Nicholson Street with his gorgeous girlfriend who is wearing tiny little shorts. They look like the perfect couple, I can’t help but imagine them fucking. (not really sure why? Maybe I'm just a perve? Shrug? I'm sure there are worse things.) (I remember at a dance party years ago, a hot young [out of it] straight couple wanted to take me home and show me how they fucked. I lost them during the night, so I never did. I occasionally think about them)
The cute solid guy in black shorts and a black top with his gorgeous girlfriend in matching black shorts and a black top leave the centre still holding hands.
12:26pm. An adorable 18 year-old Asian guy in black shorts and a black top and a khaki Nike backpack walks past, he’s just beautiful.
12:28pm. The beautiful young guy in a white T-shirt and long blue shorts and his beautiful girlfriend in a blue singlet leaves the centre.
A handsome Asian guy with a really deep voice [makes me think about his balls instantly] comes across to a parked Volkswagen Passat station waggon and gets into the passenger seat while his girlfriend gets into the driver seat and drives them away.
12:32pm. It feels hotter now more so than it did before. The day is heating up.
Waiting, waiting, waiting. Suddenly there’s a lull and the day suddenly seems kind of quiet. Still. All I think about is the slight breeze.
12:34pm. An amazing white Mercedes convertible comes along and does a weird pushy U-turn into the middle of the traffic, so it can head back the other way.
12:35pm. A Panda comes along in yellow high viz and a bike and Otto leaps to his paws. He has a thing for Pandas.
12:37pm. A slick back haired guy and a shorter Asian girl both with American accents, that piece the normal Aussie speech barrier, pull up in a Queensland registered Mercedes. They get out and they are just talking like Americans do, non-stop and loud, with far more words than we would ever put in a sentence. She is saying something about always needing her phone on her, as he lights a cigarette.
A pale skinned guy gets out of a car in a white muscle top with tattoos all over his arms and legs. I can’t help but think guys like him hate themselves.
A Bernese Mountain dog comes along with his owners and Otto gets all growly and barky and leaps about. "
"What’s going on? What the hell is wrong with you? Bad boy! Otto? What? What the hell? Stop it. No!"
Sam reappears at 12:38pm.
We walk up behind the Burnese Mountain Dog and his owners now standing at the lights waiting to cross. I say to Sam, I think Otto was still a bit hyped up from the Staffy that wanted to have a go at him, when he barked at the Burnese Mountain Dog just a bit earlier, but he seems to be over it now. He no longer cared about the Burnese Mountain Dog as we stood behind it at the lights.
12:40pm. We’re at the butcher in Victoria Street.
12:44pm. Sam comes out of the butcher and he goes to the nearest pork roll shop to get pork rolls for lunch.
It’s warm and breezy, at least there’s a bit of a fresh air blowing.
An old Asian woman walks past with a baby pusher stacked full of bags of what look like grain.
Three old Asian women gathered together in the middle of the footpath yapping away, they sound like chooks clucking. Or chooks cackling, when they laugh. I kind of like it. Who can ever be against people who speak another language, I ask you. It makes the world more interesting. It is probably just jealousy of people who are cleverer. It's what multiculturalism is all about. A richer more vibrant society in which to live. Australia is the most successful multicultural society in the world, and you have to love it, otherwise I feel you must be dead inside.
There are men in shorts. There are men in T-shirts. There are women in sun hats. There are women in sleeveless tops.
12:49pm. There’s a man in a puffer jacket, which I can’t quite believe.
A man does a screaming U-turn into a car park on the other side of the road in a brand-new beige/silver Mercedes G wagon. He goes to the butcher and reappears moments later with a bag of something, clearly a meat product emergency, I think. His G waggon doors click vary satisfyingly.
There is the usual number of losers marching up and down continually. The druggies of Victoria Street all look like they are heading somewhere in a hurry, then not long after they come back the other way looking as they are heading somewhere in a hurry, invariably chewing, often blinking weirdly, sometimes sweating noticeably, possibly talking to themselves.
12:53pm. A handsome shaggy head guy in baggy jeans and a dark blue knitted jumper cuddles with his much shorter Asian girlfriend outside the pork roll shop. They look cute together.
Sam reappears at 12:53pm.
1pm. We are starting to walk home and my toe is really hurting suddenly for some reason, and Sam suggests I take the shopping and catch the tram home, so I take the shopping and head to the tram stop.
There are two trams coming when I hobble over to the tram stop, an old one first and a newer one behind. I wait for the second newer one, just because I like newer trams and also because there are quite a few people now waiting at the tram stop and presume they will all take the first tram like lemmings over a cliff.
I get a seat right at the front of a 109 tram, the trams with space to stand right at the front in front of the seats, when an old Asian lady gets on with her shopping Jeep, which she parks at the front then tells me to move across the aisle to a vacant seat and give her the seat in which I was about to sit.
“Oaky,” I say.
It takes me a second to gather up all my shopping bags again, and as I am doing that a toothless loser gets on and takes the seat I was moving to. A cute young guy, in a Swinburne t-shirt, also standing at the front sees what just happened and offers to help me with my shopping, “No, it’s oaky thank you anyway,” I say. At the same time the woman in the next seat to the seat in which I was about to sit, gets up and stands too, I suspect giving up her seat for the old woman with the shopping trolley as well. (a lot happens in a few seconds) The old woman takes the window seat the woman now standing vacated, and I sit down in my original seat. However, the toothless loser gets off before the tram moves again, – you know, all a part of that constant marching up and down – so I get the seat across the aisle, that I was moving to, in the end.
The cute young guy with the Swinburne shirt on who offered to help me with my shopping bags is adorable, as he stands in front of me looking down at his phone.
1:08pm. I get off the tram.
As I walk up my street, with my three environmentally friendly shopping bags I suddenly wonder if I had four? Did I have four? Two over each shoulder? Did I? Have I left one on the tram? Surely, I haven’t done that. It is a beautifully sunny day as I walk up my street, but I am still wondering about the number of shopping bags that I should have?
I text Sam about the number of shopping bags?
Sam text me back to say he bought muffins from Baketico. My favourite muffin comes from Baketico. No mention of the number of shopping bags I should have.
Hmmmm. I mentally visualise holding the shopping bags in my hand when Asian granny ordered me out of my seat on the tram, and I had three bags in my hands, one slung between two others. Goodo, I think.
1:14pm. I’m home.
1.20pm. Sam and Otto are home.
A woman gets on a bus with her baby. The bus driver looks at her baby and says, “That is the ugliest baby I have ever seen.”
The woman is visibly upset. She storms off down the aisle of the bus sitting on the seat at the back next to a man reading his newspaper.
The man sitting next to her sees that she is upset and asks her if she is okay.
She says, “That bus driver is so rude, he has just insulted me and my family.”
The man says, “That is just terrible, you should go up there and give him a piece of your mind. Go ahead. I’ll hold your monkey for you.”
We’ve eaten pork rolls for lunch, and we are getting comfortable for an afternoon lounging around on the couches in the lounge room when I remember Chaka Khan released her new album yesterday.
Oh, what to do, I think.
Sam tells me I could go tomorrow and get it. “They will still have it then,” he says.
I am not convinced by that, and I think about heading into the city.
I call the record shop and they put one aside for me. Now, I know they would hold that until tomorrow, but I really think I want it now.
So, I get ready and leave for the city.
2:45pm. I get on the 86 tram which is busy, full of people.
I would have walked normally, but with my sore toe, I decide on the tram.
I get on a number 11, at Brunswick Street, which is also busy with people.
2:51pm. I’m at St Vincent’s Plaza.
I’m listening to Keith Urban.
The sun is hot, and God knows we like a hot sun.
I’ve just missed a number 30. But a number 30 turns up coming from the other direction. The number 30 turns around at St Vincent’s Plaza.
2:54pm. The number 30 is coming back.
2:57pm. The tram fills up cnr Victoria Parade & La Trobe Street with people. So many people.
3pm. I’m off the tram at Swanston Street.
3:03pm. I’m in the record shop at the registers.
After I pay for that CD, I go over and sniff about the CD racks.
Cute Andy sees me – now older Andy, sad face, we’re all getting old if Andy’s getting old – and says hello. I realise now he was the person I spoke to on the phone. He is/was a music colleague of my ex-boyfriend Lauri. He used to be so adorable. He asks about the bulldogs. I fill him in on the bulldog history. We chat a bit. He’s nice.
3:35pm. I’m walking home. There was no tram in sight up La Trobe Street, so I stared walking. For some reason my toe is no longer hurting.
I cross over Victoria Parade. I walk through the Carlton Gardens.
3:46pm I’m walking down Gertrude Street, when a big, handsome blond guy walks towards me. He looks up from his phone as we pass each other, he smiles as our eyes connect. Adorable, I think.
3:54pm. I’m home.
I'm not sure that I like Chaka Khan's new album, Chakzilla. Too much Sia and not enough funk.
David calls me, he is back from traipsing around LA, Austria, London, for a birthday party, working in Switzerland with his sycophants, home via New York and shows on Broadway. (His yearly trip OS)
"I was exhausted," he said.
"Well, you did quite a bit," I said.
"I've just slept for 28 hours."
"Well you are famous for that, luv."
"I didn't wake at all."
"Not to eat?"
"Not to eat."
"You are famous for eating, too, let's face it."
"Well, speaking of which, I'm now going to have some food, pop two valium and head back to bed."
"You know if you laid off the pills…"
"There you go, talking about things you know nothing…"
"How many prescription pills do you take every day?"
"You have no idea what you are talking about."
"Seriously?"
"Good night."
It was the middle of the afternoon.
It was such a perfect day weatherise.
The electrician came and put up the new light fitting in Charlie's room. He's so nice my electrician, but he does like a chat. He told me I needed to re-wire my circuit breaker box (is that what it is called?) because I have no safety switches. He didn't understand why he'd never told me before. He booked it in for next Thursday. A couple of grand, apparently. Yay! 👍
Sam went back to work after the electrician had gone. (you know, upstairs)
I headed out into the perfect day with Otto for a walk. It really was a glorious day. We came home via the dog park where I let Otto off his lead to get him used to other dogs without Brun by his side. There were no other dogs in the dog park, yet again.
Sam took one of his rare sickies, and it felt like Saturday all day with him being here. So, he was here to organise me about the stuff we need to do around the house. I rode my bike over to the heritage house supplies shop to get a brass plug and a brass switch to replace the two broken ones we have at home.
Before I left I had a shower and got myself ready. I took the bandage off my toe for the first time, after a couple of days of it being on, and it was a gruesome ordeal, with the gauze stuck to whatever it is you call what you have under you toenail, exposed on mine due to my shattered nail. And it hurt.
After that, my toe continued to hurt, for the rest of the day. Walking was a bit of a struggle but, surprisingly, it was okay riding my bike.
I got the info on the plugs & switches, after which, I hobbled around a couple of opshops, before I peddled home.
It was a really, lovely sunny day in which to be out riding, so that was nice and, as I said, my toe didn't hurt while I was on my bike.
I came home and uploaded the CDs I bought to iTunes, and I uploaded the movies I bought to iMovies, well, my own iMovies, movie collection.
I spent the rest of the day on YouTube, foot elevated.
A gay buddy, who wants to come and stay for a while, came over to see how Otto reacted to him being here. Otto can be a bit protective about the house and visitors. I'm pretty sure he wants to come get a bit of 'gay action', my buddy, not Otto, in the inner suburbs. So, we'll see.
Sam took Otto for a walk, as I didn't feel like struggling to walk to do that.
Brrrr! Why is it so cold, all of a sudden? What happened to the warmer weather? Oh, yes, I know, it is going to be 27 degrees on Sunday, but that doesn't warm us up today. I reckon it is colder these last few days than it ever was during winter. And, I don't really even feel the cold, and I feel frozen.
You really need to stick your hands down your boyfriend's pants to warm them up. Chuckle.
A bit broke off my tooth 2 days ago and now I have a dentist appointment this afternoon. What a day to be going to the dentist. I hope it warms up by then. Nobody wants to go to the dentist on a cold day.
I got my tooth filled. You know, I find those contoured dentist chairs so comfortable, I can almost doze off while the dentist is filling my tooth. And I don't mind a man having his fingers in my mouth either. 😀
Last night, going to bed I stubbed my toe on the top step of the steps upstairs. It hurt, but I didn't really think anything about it. I went on to brush my teeth and then I went and sat on the bed and wrote some of my journal. The next thing Sam‘s in the bathroom and he says, "what the hell’s been going on in here?"
I reply, "what are you talking about?"
He then he asks if I’m bleeding?
"No," I say. Then I looked down at my toe, which is covered in blood and bleeding everywhere. I’d shattered the very tip of my toenail and I'd left blood all over the bathroom floor. So I head downstairs to patch it up, but Sam comes down and he does it for me, wrapping it up in gauze and medical tape.
So, I have a sore toe today.
Sam went to the office today. Charlie left the house early. So it was just me and Otto working all day. I’ve had so little work to do for work these last couple of days it’s been very strange, so I’ve been writing posts for my historic blogs from my old journals.
2pm. Otto and I go for a walk. It’s sunny and when we start off. I hobble a bit because of my injured big toe. We walk down to Johnston Street, we cross over and walk down Napier Street, when we get to the Rose Hotel the rain just buckets down. There’s no shelter there anywhere. We tried to hide in the Rose Hotel’s doorway, both me and Otto. Otto wasn’t keen about standing in the rain either, let me tell you, so he snuggled right in close to me in the doorway. But it didn’t give us much shelter and we both got saturated. The rain just kept falling on us. I desperately looked up and down the street, but there is no shelter there and we both just kept getting wet.
When it died off a bit, we headed towards Brunswick Street and we found some shelter in a new apartment build's driveway. We waited there for a bit. Then we walked to Brunswick Street, the rain still falling lightly. My toe still making itself known.
We walked up Brunswick Street, saturated in the cold breeze. My toe was kind of throbbing. Brunswick Street is the long way round but the only way to get any shelter, what little shelter there is in Brunswick Street, which isn’t much. All the time my big toe is throbbing from the walking and the running to get out of the rain, and the rain, and the continuing rain. When we got further up Brunswick Street the sun came out and, so at least that was a bit warming, while being wet in the breeze.
Eventually we got home, we were both soaked. I just got straight into the shower and had a shower, but I had to hold my foot out of the water as it is all bandaged up good and proper, and I didn't want to get all that wet. That wasn't easy, trying to shower with one foot stuck out of the water, while you balance on one foot. I put on clean clothes, the one nice thing about getting caught in a down pour.
I towelled Otto off. He had a bath on Sunday so he smells lovely anyway.
What a day to have a busted toe.
