Lazy Friday

I was up at 8am. You might wonder why I am getting up relatively early when I am not working? It gives me more time to contemplate the gloriousness of it all.

I read a bit of internet news as I drank coffee and ate muesli relaxing in that nothing-to-do-today kind of way.

• Large Factory Fires Blanket City in Smoke: Fire crews worked through the night to control a massive, intense blaze that broke out around 4:00 AM at Cambria Road in Keysborough (southeast Melbourne). The fire completely destroyed two factories—a motor wreckers and a plastics recycling plant—sending thick, dark smoke billowing across parts of the city. Over 20 fire trucks were required to contain the scene. [burning plastic is vile. I wondered where Keysborough was?]

• Political Drama and "The Wink" Fallout: In federal politics affecting Victoria, massive public attention on social media and talkback radio focused on Prime Minister Tony Abbott's appearance on 774 ABC Melbourne with host John Faine. A video of Abbott "winking" while taking a phone call from a distressed grandmother who worked in a phone sex line to survive became a viral controversy. [Abbott is just vile]

• Calabrian Mafia Allegations & Source Protection Law: The Age newspaper published a major investigative piece titled "Libs take money off Mafia man". The story alleged that a prominent Melbourne businessman was the secret head of a well-established Calabrian Mafia cell operating out of Victoria's wholesale fruit and vegetable market. This publication ultimately triggered a massive defamation lawsuit and became the historic first major test of Victoria's journalist source-protection "shield" laws. [conservatives are vile]

Then I cleaned up my study for the rest of the day. I filled the recycle bin to the top. I’ve got a shelf on my bookcase where I just throw paperwork. Quite Interesting articles. Gorgeous pictures. Writing notes. Scraps of idea. Doodles. Bills to be paid. Paid bills. Receipts. Share paperwork. Magazines. Letters. Birthday cards. Xmas cards. You know, sundry detritus. Stuff like that. Occasionally, I have to clean it up, often initiated by some paperwork I need to find. More often than not, once I start looking for something, especially if I don’t find it straight away, I think I just have to clean this up. Then a full scale cleanup ensues. 

That often leads me to finally contemplate doing something about my filing cabinet, which truly is a disaster, so I got onto that, after I’d completed the shelf cleaning.

But, you know, I like ‘stuff.’ I’m very keen on ‘stuff’. ‘Stuff’ is great. I am very comfortable with all sorts of ‘stuff’. So, it can take some time. I end up with all sorts of piles. Rubbish. Things that could be rubbish. Things I am unsure of what to do. Things I am sure about. Pictures. Writing. Articles. Cards. Reference material. Things to be filed. Pretty soon it becomes very complicated and I and then I find I am trying to clean up the piles I have on the carpet.

Soon Sam was home. 

We walked Buddy down Smith Street to the shops. We returned the last of the dvds. We went to Woolies. 

We met a huge Rottweiler outside. The owners said he was friendly, but he seemed more than usually interested in Buddy and he kept standing right over Buddy as I’d seen my Rottweilers do to other dogs. If he suddenly bit Buddy there would be little I, or the rotty owner, could have done about it. I didn’t want it to be one of those moments where the owner exclaims that he’d never done such a thing before, so Buddy and I headed up the back where we’d said we’d meet Sam.

We ate fried rice for dinner. Yum, yum, I love Sam’s fried rice.