Get Out And Get Some Vitamin D

I had an intense moment of clarity, I did some writing, but it was done, I was literally right up to date. Motor down. Sam suddenly got back on to my wavelength some time around 11am, actually, I can look, it is all done by messages. My whole life is done via messages. It’s hand because it is recorded.

“Give me an update?”

“My blog was up to date.”

“Lovely. Get going and take the dog to the dog park.”

Well, yes, I could do that. I looked up and took in an eyeful of the day. Yes. I could do that.

So, first thing to do is roll another joint.

I put all the dishes in the dishwasher as I smoked the joint.

It was about hallway through the shower that I suddenly got the feeling of, Oh too much. I was half way through soaping up, I think it was when I plunged down to soap my feet. I stood up again, too quickly. Oh hello! Stand still. Its okay, I just have to stand under the water. Hold on to something.

It is almost impossible to stand under water stoned in the shower and have a piss. It takes a lot of effort. And then when you finally pull the stopper and start a stream, you never can really feel where it is coming from, the calamity of the too much pot state, your body is numb, it could be coming out your ear, for all you knew. All you know is it is coming out.

I had to shave. I still had to shave. I didn’t shave yesterday, so it had to be today, it would be too much for Sam and he would guess the reason in minutes.

I’d gotten to the stage where I was having trouble standing up. I just wanted to lay down. I mean, it wasn’t critical, it was just how I felt. I was suddenly very tired, as they say, and it was comfort I was wanting. Somewhere to sit, perhaps. Why aren’t showers built with seats?

So, I sat on the shower floor and scraped at my face with my razor, very slowly.

I dried myself and got into my towelling dressing gown, every thing is right with the world when you are wrapped in your towelling dressing gown.

I lay on the bed.

I got up ten minutes later. I took off the dressing gown and put on jocks and got back into bed under the doona. Too soon. It was comfortable and soft and safe. I lushed out.

I stood up ten minutes later, shields at 90%, I could push on. I pulled on a t-shirt and jeans.

I lay back down again briefly, after pulling both my socks on. I just kind of laid back and before I knew it I was comfortable again. Ah. Lying out on your bed when you know you shouldn’t be only makes the bed seem infinitely more comfortable. I stared at the ceiling and wondered if I should paint my house all the one colour, as Gordon did for his auction. I could go cream right through. All of my rooms are picked out in a multitude of Edwardian colours, although it hasn’t been freshened up in many years now. It is like an old evening gown, it was lovely when it was done, but it is many years since it was new.

Then I felt charged and got up again. Phone, wallet, keys and went down stairs. Grab the lead, out the door.

I had a what-the-hell-am-I-doing-with-my-life moment on the stairs coming down. As per usual, I have no idea what I am doing.

I thought of David and I called Jack and asked him for time off. He said take as much time as you need. Mother’s and death, boys never want to have long conversations about that, Jack was no different.

I even did it stoned. Oh, just do it now, it is a necessary evil of a phone call, I thought as I walked passed the phone. I thought of David, Think it, do it. Glass half full! Come on! I text David and told him .

I’ll call Jack in a couple of days and move the training I have organised to the earlier session, which I couldn’t because of my last assignment. That’ll get another phone call in to gauge how I am tracking in the popularity stakes for assignments.

We went to the dog park. A boy and his dog in the sun. The son was shining down just fine. I love watching him run and run, as he does first whenever he gets to the park.

We were having a lovely time. There was a French Pointer, a Maltese, some Basset Hounds, I haven’t seen Basset Hounds in ages, not since… friends of my family always had Bassets. There were Cocker spaniels. Two Weimaraners. A Boarder Collie chasing a stick.

Buddy pretended to chase the stick, for a minute, like the big dogs, like he always does. “Hey throw it to me, throw it to me, throw it to me.” All the athletic dogs jump into the air. “Okay, that’s enough, I’ll leave it to you boys. Pant, pant, pant.”

Then one of those Staffordshire/pitbull/cross maybe, the ones with those eyes, you know the ones, who tried to bite Buddy twice turned up. Bulldogs aren’t aggressive, but they don’t have boundaries either, some breeds of dogs don’t like that. And when threatened a Bulldog will never back down, they are truly fearless dogs. They don’t have an aggressive bone in their bodies, Bulldogs love everyone, sometimes with too much intensity, but they can spring to attention to defend themselves, don’t be mistaken. They look like lazy couch potatoes, but you’d be surprised how far they can spring into the air, when they want. They are all muscle.

It’s just about always one of these Stafford bull terrier/Pitbulls that bite, they are the most likely to turn into wolves.

I am sorry Staffordshire Bull Terrier/Pitbull Terrier owners, but if your dogs are aggressive then you are clearly not socialising them properly. It is not the dog’s fault, it is not the breed’s fault, it is the owner’s fault. Pick up your game.

The Staffy was fine.

We came home. It was hot and I was over it before I got home.

I put Nina Simone on.

It is a perfect summer’s day in Melbourne today. Yes, I do realise it is autumn.

I’m lighting my fags off the kitchen cook top, I feel like I am back at uni.