Smooth Talker

My sister, Gill, picked me up at 11am and we took mum out for lunch for her birthday. We drove over to Camberwell and ate lunch there. Her old stomping ground, as they say. We both asked her if she knew where she was and she said she did, but I don’t know. She bluffs, whether that is on purpose or learned or just reacting to stimulus. Who knows, it is hard to tell, as it all becomes a part of the general babble.

Both me and my sister used the “E” word at some point. “Nothing good euthanasia laws wouldn’t fix.”

Or a dose of influenza, as it says at the door of the home, not to enter if you have it. Really? Wouldn’t that be a good thing? A bit of a clean out? But, I guess, they want the five thousand dollars we give them every month.

We both always laugh. Well? If you didn’t laugh you’d cry. The next time we have a cold...

… poor mum. To even think this way. To think it would come to this. To have thought twenty years ago that this is what we’d be thinking.

Her grey hair, her stained clothes, her dead-eyed gaze off into the distance, all unbelievably odd, really when I think about it. It kind of feels like some strange reality I have been sucked into mistakenly.

I was home by 2pm. Sam had just been to Huxtables and got a burger. We first went there to get burgers when they first opened and they messed up our order, gave ours to someone else and gave us the wrong order. We haven’t been back since – the burgers are small and not as nice as Grill’d and are more expensive too. This was the first time either one of us has been back and they messed up his order again.

“Bloody stupid blah blah blah, gave my order to the wrong person again. Do you believe it?”

Sam and I polished the car in the warm winter afternoon sun. Lovely it was too. Oh my poor car, that was the first time I have polished in the time I have had it. How shiny it is now. Lovely. I was applying the polish and Sam was coming along right next to me buffing it off again. We’re a good team, a good team of car detailers.

Sam and I went walking, late in the afternoon.


“Come on, we need some fresh air,” said Sam.

We bought ice creams on our way. I had lemon and passion fruit, Sam had Dorian. He waved his Dorian cone towards me.

“It smells like your bad undies you have been wearing all week.”

“You’re a smooth talker,” said the woman behind the counter.

It’s funny, Sam is the one to push me out the door to go walking and then I am the one who makes us go for a long walk. Once we are out there, he so often says “Let’s just go for a short walk.”

“No, it’s an hour,” I say. “We need to go for a decent distance.”

I lit a fire and made tea when we got back, just as the day was turning to dusk, just as the winter afternoon was turning to night, that quiet of transition.

Christian Fletcher 5:47 PM

Are you on the couch?

LouLou Brown 5:48 PM

Of course! Are you?

Christian Fletcher 5:48 PM

I am, with a fire burning

LouLou Brown 5:52 PM

Nice. The house I worked in last night had 3 big old fireplaces burning and wood fire stove going too, all lovely but toooo hot for working!

Sam cooked noodles. He made note that we didn’t have to go to the supermarket today. I’m always complaining that we go to the supermarket every fucking day. He says it is to get fresh food. I cheered about not going.

We watched the Sunday program about the oldies in America and marijuana. Go grey power somebody has to teach this world some sense. Relief from pain. Relief from fear. A surrender to pleasure. Whatever? Who cares, it is just a choice.

Then we watched The Dukes of Hazzard. I’ve never really been a Dukes of Hazzard fan, but a few years ago there were porn films which were parodies on real TV shows and one was The Dukes of Hazzard. I always wished I’d bought it and some how it has always made me more interested in the Dukes of Hazzard ever since.

I guess that doesn’t make much sense.

This, of course, was the new movie and while I’m not that interested in Johnny Knoxville, which is odd as he should be just my type, I’d sure like to watch Sean William Scott playing with his thing sans clothes.

😛