Walk into the City

7am. I was up. It’s got cold. I don’t feel the cold, so it must have been cold, you know what I am saying?

I stacked the dishwasher from last night, I fell asleep on the couch, one of the great joys in life, admittedly, but that is one of the good things about being an early riser, I get it done before anyone really notices. Sam notices, don’t you worry about that, but what can he do, its all done before he wakes up.

I made coffee. And then, I was sitting on the couch with my laptop and two coffees. I read posts from my fiction blog.

7.49am. Sam is up. He tells me there are hot air balloons and we must go and look. We head out the back but we can’t see them from the back tard. We have to go up to the first floor and look out the staircase window to see them. there is something magical about hot air balloons floating in the air.

8am. I make vegemite toast and coffee.

Otto is up.

I read The Guardian

David Lynch ‘wanted to go back to work’ before his death says Naomi Watts. The Mulholland Drive star had lunch with the director, and Laura Dern, weeks before he died, and says: ‘He was not, in any way, done’.

8.30am. Brun was up.

We were going to Old Olinda Golf Course but Otto got too excited about the immanent car ride that that vomited up his chicken breakfast.

So, we cleaned the house instead, until we’d passed enough time to make us on track to walk into the city to go to EB Games and then have lunch.

11am. We walked the dogs into the city. The sun is shining, it’s nice and warm. The sky is blue over our heads.

Half an hour later, Brun, Otto and I are waiting out the front of the State library while Sam goes to Woolies at QV to return a game, which he hopes to buy back in a short time in a better deal, a 2 for 3 deal, from EB Games.

It’s really a lovely morning here on Swanston Street.

Brun lies out on the pavement. Otto sits up on the sitting wall next to me.

The grass of the State Library is verdant green in the sunshine. It was just nice sitting there, it is a nice place to be.

A lady from Vanuatu stops to ask me what type of dogs Brun and Otto are and to tell me she thinks they’re beautiful. She says on Vanuatu they only really have one kind of dog. She says coming to Australia she says all kinds of dogs.

People stop and take photos. Asian tourists. I’m not exactly sure why. I guess it is the same as me taking photos of cars.

It seems girls can wear shorty shorts, just not boys? Couple of chicks have walked past in shorts that might as well have been knickers.

Is it the imminent threat of the penis? Girls have to feel safe?

Sam calls me from across Swanston Street to tell me he’s found pancakes for lunch and what kind did I want? There were pork and lamb and red bean. I settled on a cheese pancake, I’m not sure if that is in response to taking a pic or not, but lighter food often feels better than heavier food.

A family stops to say hello to the Bulldogs.

A, possibly disturbed, guy comes and sits on the stairs to the state library and start spewing his diatribe, really disturbing the peace. But he leaves soon enough.

We get sweeties to eat. Coffee Pan, match pistachio puff and banana caramel. Yum, yum, yum, give me more.

12:30pm. We head home up Latrobe Street in the son, chuckle, my dictation is camp – what would that be a four legged growling monster? – er, sun.

1pm. We’re home.

I watched YouTube. I watched David Pakman and Cybertrucks being recalled, bad news about Trump.

I watched Iron Trap Garage and their 1939 Mercury project.

I watched Vice Grip Garage and his 1951 chevy called Bandit.

I ate roast cauliflower and leftover pork, Sam ate instant noodles for dinner.

We watched the gay movie Free Fall.

10.30pm. We went to bed.

I looked at Max Riemelt photos and movies.

11pm. Lights out.