What to do today? We decide to go to Sandridge Beach. Once the decision is made, we are free to piss the rest of the morning away. Well, we’re going to do stuff, we have made the decision.
12:30pm. We’re in Clarendon Street.
Our usual South Melbourne eating hole is busy with a bunch of braying self focuses, commandeering the tables, even if it might have been questionable that they were even sitting to eat. There seems to be some group that has mindlessly descended en mass. They all have on wrist bands. They have the delusional self confidence, and entitlement, of a Christian Group. We pretty much decide that’s what they are.
We walk around the corner and eat dumplings in Clarendon Street, which was much nicer anyway. Dappled shade rather than direct sun.
South Melbourne seemingly has its share of men in shorts with nice legs. Oh, sure, I’m a sucker for a nice set of legs.
1pm. We’re heading to the beach.
It was lovely on the beach, perhaps not quite warm enough to swim, even though I wanted to.
We splashed around in the shallows and a lovely time was had by all, on shell beach, which is Sandridge.
It goes well on the beach, until Brun decides he wants to chase another dog’s stick. So, I go to retrieve Brun and Otto follows. This chick’s labrador doesn’t like Brun, and then Otto, trying to get the stick and it gets nasty. The Labrador’s owner acts like it is our fault. I don’t know, maybe it was, but I still say it was her Labrador that got nasty first.
The bulldogs go on their leads to avoid any further confrontation.
I am contemplating swimming, but I have to say all these shark bites just lately way heavily on my mind.
The chick with the labrador leaves so we let the bulldogs off their leads again.
The bulldogs splash around again together. Otto seems to want to roll in the shallow water, which is kind of new for him.
Another bunch of slappers start throwing a ball to a German Shepard nearby. Then another guy starts throwing a ball to a Border Collie nearby in the other direction, so we decide to leave.
Sam washes the bulldogs under the outdoor shower things provided, which they hate.
We go for a walk down to the surf living club and beyond, to dry the dogs before we get in the car.
3:30pm. We’re home.
I tried doing stuff on my blog, but I got sleepy. You know when you get that wobbly, sleepy thing happening, when you continually close your eyes for a micro second, well, that was me. Why fight it, I suddenly thought.
I put on Renee Geyer, the end of Winner, on in my headphones. I've been listening to a lot of Renee Geyer, lately, she is my Queen of Soul.
I fell asleep and slept until 7pm.
We ate leftover Japanese pancake for dinner.
I message David with an image of Doctor Smith with a question mark. We’d talked about, The pain, the pain, yesterday.
He has some pain thing, Fibromyalgia, that flares up from time to time. (No, I wouldn’t call it a look-at-me condition) He had it yesterday.
He replied with, the drugs are lovely.
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