Strange Kind of Afternoon

It's a strange kind of afternoon. Overcast. Dull. Half light. Melancholy.

R & B plays. My cat meows at my feet... almost on queue.

I took my mum out to lunch @ Georgio's in Malvern. She loved it. She loves anything that involves company, now. The widow mantel still sits uneasily on her.

The house is in shadows, just the minimum light seeping in. Everything is gentle and soft.

I'm waiting for Guido. He's in the Yarra Valley, giving his new Saab a run, (not sure if that is code for anything, you never know with Guido) but promises he'll be back by, well, now really. Must be lucrative, this Guido work, he's had a Jeep and a convertible BMW, since I've known him. I guess he can't put it in the bank, hey?

The light seeps away some more, sliding into night. Gone to darkness, as the fairy lights blink on, one by one, above us. Another day gone forever, a little more of this finite life having seeped away.

The sky is grey, silver, almost white, hanging over our heads. It chills my soul, that solid expanse of grey, makes me feel as alone as I am.

What the hell is Guido doing?

I think I'll build a fire and curl up on the couch with my blue blanket. So, I built a fire and warmed the room, and put a movie on. Come Back To The Five & Dime, Jimmy Dean, it was that kind of evening. 

Guido eventually turned up in the middle of the night, as he is want to do. That boy has no idea about the normal times that normal people live their lives, not that it really mattered to me.

He was full of stories, like he always is.