(Plenty of time to write my journal, so I use that instead of writing something else)
6.15am. I woke up. I dreamed all night. But, if I wake up and think, What time is it? I forget the dreams instantly.
If I wake up and think, wow, what was that dream like, what was that about? I remember the dreams.
This morning, I woke up and thought, what time is it?
I head downstairs and I make coffee.
Milo comes and sits on the couch, undisturbed by two red monsters breath all over him if he's got the prime spot on the couch.
The rain starts to fall. In a break from it falling, I go clear out the gutter. It can block up and flood inside, if I don't clean it out intermittently and I couldn't remember the last time I cleaned it out? It wasn't blocked.
I read the Guardian
Rise of sovereign citizen movement a challenge to Australia’s world-leading gun control. Pseudo-legal conspiracy theories that deny the authority of the state are an increasing issue in firearm disputes.
It is mental illness, I think. Covid lockdowns made them all lose their minds, I'm not really sure why. It was a pandemic, the measures taken were perfectly logical.
Australia’s gun lobby says it’s ‘winning’ the fight against firearm control as numbers surge. There are now more than 4m guns in the community – almost double the number recorded in the years after the Port Arthur massacre that prompted a national crackdown.
More mental illness, I think. Little men making up for physical shortcomings. (I mentally wave my little finger in the air)
Do you all know that the gun lobby look as thought they are successfully getting the gun laws watered down in NSW as I type.
Civil rights groups alarmed over Quebec’s move to ban prayer in public. Announcement follows statements from Quebec premier, who expressed frustration over public prayers in Montreal.
Now that is just common sense, and a reflection on how society is really made up. Good on you Quebec.
Potassium-rich diet may cut risk of heart failure by 24%, study suggests. Eating foods such as avocados, bananas and spinach linked to lower risk of heart conditions, hospitalisation or death.
I should at least eat more avocados and bananas, I think.
7am. Sam was up.
I make avocado toast, coincidently, for breakfast.
Sam eats half of my avocado toast while we watch a TikTok clip on taking public transport around Port Phillip Bay in 8 hours. I'm not a good food sharer, especially when I have offered to make him some and he has turned it down.
I say to Sam that I want to do the 8 hour public transport trip around Port Phillip Bay. If we could take the bulldogs, I'd say let's go now. (rain withstanding)
I watch a car YouTuber and a 1965 Chevy Corsair Corsa convertible one of only 8535 built and a 1965 Buick sport wagon.
The rain is pouring down, I build a fire, as it looks like we’re going to be here all day. It's miserable outside.
I watched YouTubers iHip News and David Pakman on Trumps failing health.
The sun came out again, so I wondered if I should put any more wood on the fire? Perhaps the day was going to clear up afterall.
Sam cleans the kitchen light fitting. He cleans the lounge room light fitting. I don't know what has got into him.
Then the sun went away and the rain stared to fall again, so I put more wood on the fire.
It looked like we weren't going out after all.
I watched 25 Hollywood stars who died from smoking, which made no sense as they only did 22, and included Keith Richards, who is very much alive, and Charles Lane who lived until he was 102. Stupid YouTubers.
10.30am. I start watching another car YouTuber and his 1939 Buick.
The sun is shining again. There is blue sky. Sam is talking about going out for lunch.
Charlie was up.
iHip News says Donald Trump has bruises on his hand that same as the Queen had 3 days before she died. Jennifer crosses her fingers.
Midday. We ate noodles for lunch.
12.15pm. I’m watching 3 American women trying to cash a fake cheque at a drive through bank when the police arrive to question them about it, until I shut it off shaking my head at myself for watching such crap.
We’re going out.
The rain falls.
We’re not going out.
The sun comes out.
We’re going out.
The rain falls.
We’re not going out.
The sun comes out.
Early afternoon, we take the Bulldogs for a walk. It’s cold and wet outside. The wind is near on freezing. It’s likely to rain again any minute.
We walked down Smith Street to Aldi. The rain starts falling again, it’s not a day to leave the house, really it isn’t. Sam says he wants to go to 3 supermarkets. I tell him I don’t care how many supermarkets he goes to, if that’s what’s gonna floats his boat.
First up, I’m in Chemistwarehouse getting pills, eyedrops, and Band-Aids, whilst Sam in Woolies. Then Sam comes across from Woolies and adds soap to my shopping list.
Next, I go sniff around one of the upshops, looking for Herbie Rides Again, which I was sure I saw there last Thursday, (don't judge me, sometimes I like a bit of nonsense, especially with an old VW) and I come out with Mrs Henderson Presents, a movie about which I learned from my inadvertent Judi Dench research over the last few days, filling in my days off doing nothing.
I’m hoping that Charlie will give me the laptop when he goes to work this evening. He's got my old MacBook, where my new MacBook doesn't have the compatible software.
The rain starts falling again. We chose the side of the street with continuous awnings to walk under.
Eventually, waiting for the rain to stop and dodging it when it didn't, Brun, Otto, and I are waiting inside the Aldi’s foyer/vestibule/vestibule, whatever it might be called, while Sam shops. A couple come in with a Golden Retriever, the girl of the couple waits with her dog. We don't speak, as she never looks in my direction, but I am writing my journal on my phone, so maybe I didn't notice.
The rain is falling and the wind is blowing outside. Otto wraps his lead around my legs as he has a habit of doing. I have to be careful he doesn't trip me up.
Sam reappears. And we start heading towards home. The rain had stopped falling by then.
We see a friend walking her dog up Smith Street on the other side of the street. She doesn't see us.
Sam goes to Coles. Brun, Otto, and I are sitting on the windowsill, ledge, of the Bonds shop opposite Coles.
The sun is now shining. Everything is glistening with the rain water. The air is still crisp and cold.
The bulldogs both lie down, Otto between my feet, Brun off to the left a bit. As soon as I’ve written that, a jogger comes along and Otto lips to his feet, as he is want to do with joggers who don’t always understand, understandably, with a 30 kg dog launching himself at you, what are they supposed to think?
Sam reappears in due time.
We head home. The rain starts to fall again, just as all the shop awnings run out, and home is in sight.
I got comfy on the couch, but every time that I do the bulldogs wanted a piece of it. Consequently, I lay on the floor in front of the open fire with my laptop.
We drink tea and eat doughnuts.
Charlie comes out with the laptop and hands it to me before he goes to work at his dishwashing job. He's finished uni, he has got his degree. I guess it is time for him to start looking for a real job, still the dishwashing job at the fancy restaurant in the city got him through uni.
I have put huge pieces of wood on the fire, I have to keep adding smaller pieces of wood to keep the large pieces burning.
We ate roast pork spinach and rice for dinner.
I watched another car YouTuber re-boding his 1965 Dodge Monaco, tuning out to the misery that is the news. Sam always wants to watch the news, or the misery hour as I call it.
We started watching the Thursday Murder Club, but turned it off. It seemed like a bad TV movie.
I cleaned the kitchen and put Chaka Khan on my headphones.
10pm. Sam is on the couch behind me with Brun, they are both snoring. I'd not kept the smaller pieces up in the open fire and by the time I realised it was too late and the fire went out. By this stage at the night, I'm cold.
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