Saturday

I finished up my back yard cleanup this morning. Otto and I played amongst the bins and my spades full of debris being spread across the garden, well, it is all organic and I was trying to put as little as I could in the green bin. The green bin seems to be a contradiction in terms in my opinion. Am I wrong?

Anyway, I continued with my Queen kick on my head phones as Otto and I cleaned up. Otto chewed. I swept.

The dogs both got showers.

We walked to Carlton under a very grey sky for most of the way. It was warm, though, and despite the look of things, I didn't really think it was going to rain, despite the weather over the last few days. And it didn't rain.

I wondered what they'd do to the cactuses after they had shot flowers with stems, bigger than the cactuses themselves, metres into the sky? I was surprised to see it was this drastic

We both ate Nasi Lemak, I had it with Beef Rendang, Sam had his with chicken. 

It was really quiet in Carlton today, unusually quiet. Of course, all the hate protests were happening in the CBD, the racists, and the white supremacists and the pro Palestinians and the anti Palestinians, with a huge police presence expected to keep the pros and the antis apart. 

And maybe - and definitely I am surprised that I am actually going to say this - it might be time to ban protests if the CBD is going to be turned into a war zone every weekend. Of course, I don't really mean that about banning protests, but you have to wonder.

Sam suggested open warfare could probably scare people away from the CBD, but I'd suggest that, if anything, surely that would make the CBD periphery busier with people looking for somewhere that wasn't the CBD. 

But, it was unusually quiet, not that I mind that, you know how more people can just be annoying, and I guess Sam was possibly right.

It was sunny when we wandered home, the grey clouds had all floated away.

After that, the day drifted off into what every decent Saturday drifts off into, a lazy blur of hours whiled away with ease.