Up Early

I got up early, well, just kind of came to, really. I missed the last 2 gels for my eye yesterday, I immediately feel guilty, my eye immediate feels pain for the first time. Otherwise, I have followed the instructions to the letter, no matter how much pain relief I have self administered, if you get my drifteroo.

It was a lovely morning, glorious sunrise, joining many days of gorgeous sun rises. I took photos, but I was up a bit early.

Brun was right up with me, no sleeping in for him this morning.

I haven't had a shower yet, as I don't know how to wash my head without getting the wound wet. I fear I might stink.

My coffee cup always seems to be empty, when I go for that last mouthful. So much disappointment. Don't know how many I have drunk?

I went and got cigarettes and a cheesy scroll from Coles at 6.30am. Coles doesn't open until 7am.

I wandered the empty streets momentarily, it was very peaceful and quiet stretching out empty in front of me. I don't know why, hoping for a supermarket that opened at 6.30am that I'd forgotten about, I'm guessing. I pulled my head together and walked home. 

I headed back to Coles at 7.05am. (its a lot of walking when, you know, you're bleary-eyed, dragging your feet 😁)

I think you must need a glass of water to get every mouthful of this cheesy scroll down. It is dry and hard work. It's a terrible thing. I think I can taste the MSG on my lips. It has a sherbet kind of after-note to it. It is much better with a swig of water right after the mouthful of stodgy white bread, much more manageable, and kind of disgusting at the same time, as the cheesy scroll quickly starts to resemble regurgitated food before I can get it down again. Basically, I am swallowing sick to get this cheesy scroll down. But, what can you do?.

Still enjoying sick leave, what day is it? This is the only way to work, no responsibility, and still get paid. No wonder the Greek and Italian migrants loved it too. "Get yourself on compo, hey?" Smart cookies. Stay home, get paid. I could get used to this.

I'll have to go to the office and drop my laptop on my foot, or something.

I mustn't forget to feed Brun. Milo is demanding and soon tells me, Give me food! Rub, rub, rub, rub, rub up against me. But Brun just kind of stands around and looks hopeful. Always the face at the kitchen door.

"Oh, yes, you. Mustn't forget to feed you."

I must go and do it. He's looking at me.

Sunrise this morning. I was up early and I nearly missed it, but I just caught sight of the glow beyond my lounge room window at the last minute. So, I headed out to the bakery with my camera, except I wasn't getting bread, and I only had Explorer socks on and no shoes, so I don't know what people thought, except there was nobody else around, so nobody thought anything, it was only 6am in the morning, after all.

 

Sunrise this morning, as I headed to the bakery to get still warm bread

"A spelt loaf, please."

They encourage us to use cards, and to move away from cash, but on a $8 loaf of bread, they charge me a 64 cent service fee using a card.

So, apart from anything else, every 12.5 loaves I'd get one for free if I used cash.

Still, the sky was glorious.

Dawn

 

Sunrise

You’ve got to love a sunrise, it is like a direct shot of the open heart surgery on the night getting the morning pumping.

5.45am

 

5.45am. There is something very satisfying about getting up at 5 something am, and standing on my balcony looking at the sun rise. It is quiet and peaceful as the new day comes into being.

And look at those colours, pink and grey. We can't do better than nature, can we, it is just a shame we don't look after it. Nature.

Purple, red and yellow, sunrise @ 6.30am

 

Walking to work this morning

Such a gorgeous sunrise

Another glorious sunrise

Look at that sunrise, just gorgeous

Good morning world, just gorgeous, my favourite time of the day

Sunrise, as the pearl of light breaks through between the houses

First sunrise first morning home. Lovely. A nice way to greet the day back home in my home town. (Now, if we could just turn up the heat)

Sun Rise

6am. The sun is coming up. It is suddenly cold. The birds are singing off in the distance. They still got their songs on low volume. The dark is lifting, day light is peaking through, I love that moment. There is still wonder to be glimpsed in that moment.

The security camera falls to the ground, as I adjust it to point back out to the back yard. Oh gosh, it would be a real crime if it broke. What if it really was broken, I think. At what point do I realistically have to own up to it? Hands balancing in the air. Once it’s been discovered, that is the best plan, a pre-emptive strike would only get me into trouble, even, as is most likely, the camera is in perfect working condition.

Sam wants to buy food for dinner.

I just want to sloth about.

I don't specifically roll one to calm him down, specifically. I just know that the next one will do the trick.

Sam lazily turns on the TV. There is a show about dogs, he is instantly captivated. So am I.

And I get to write for a few hours. It's only lunch time we get particularly raggy.

Have a shower, have a shower, registers in Sam’s voice over the period of the morning.

We wafted down to Victoria Street, well, I wafted. Sam moved fast, until I accused him of running. “It’s okay for you, you ate breakfast.”

“Hang on, what’s the implication, you can’t eat when you first get up?”

“You know that,” says Sam.

“But you have been up for four hours.”

“You know when you move at a glacial pace,” says Sam. “How much it thrills me.”

What affect have I had on Sam. A perfectly placed Devil Wares Prada line to amuse me and distract me.

We ate yum cha. Prawn and ginger dumplings, scallop wontons, turnip cake.

We did the grocery shopping. A quick sniff around Aldi. I don’t have the Aldi gene, but Sam does. Fruit, veg, meat, that is the order we are going to tackle the shopping in according to Sam. I buy apples and pears to stew, that is pretty much my contribution to the shopping. I’m very… wafty, I giggle a lot, I think most things are funny, which always thrills Sam. By the time I have finished, I have bought three different varieties of apples, I’m not really sure why? “What are you thinking,” Sam asks exasperated.

Shopping is such a bore, if you don’t find something to laugh about it, it is dreadful business. People do it as an interest in their lives? “

“I love me children. I love a bit of a flutter on the horses. I love a drink down the pub, and, of course, I love shopping.”

“Even Dave is keen on a bit of shopping now a days.”

“I wasn’t sure at first.” Dave laughs. “Not at all sure at first.” Dave’s face turns bright red. “It wasn’t until Sharon show me really how to do it…”

“That was after we got home,” Sharon squeals.

“Yeah, but it got me interested in shopping.” Dave breaks out in a huge laugh. “You know what I mean.” Raucous laughter from Dave.

“Where do you want to spend your holidays, kids?” asks dad.

“Chadstone, Chadstone, we want to go to Chadstone,” Jack and Sienna carol together from the playpen.

Those shorts sure do look GOOD on that guy, god damn.

There’s a cute baby-daddy pushing that pram, I say.

“The kid is a month old,” says Fergus. “Dad’s most needy right about then.”

“Give them drugs,” says Tom. “There’s none of them that can’t be turned with an E.”

“You can smell the sperm,” Julien would say with his customary nose twitch.

“I’ll have a bit of that,” says Simon in his nasal tones.

But, I digress. (Oh, I’m just adding the dead friends the next day, when I am editing rather than writing something new)

This is the narrative that is going through my head, as I waft around the shops, trying to look interested, stay focussed.

Well, the first bit, not so much the dead friends. Not that Julien is dead. Not sure why they all suddenly came into my mind? (And no I don’t think it is because I think Julien is about to join them, it is much more likely that he was a good friend to them all, and I would just naturally group them together, as if they were all still alive.)

We wafted home again. We hadn’t left the shopping Centre and Sam starts his traditional whinge about having the heaviest shopping bags to carry. Until, as always, we have all the shopping bags on the ground while Sam feels the weight of each bag, always managing, at this point, to pick up the lightest bags and walk off.

I want a jeep, but Sam won’t even entertain the idea, apparently, you can’t be two fags with a jeep in SamWorld, and yet he still complains about the weight of the purchased produce.

We drank tea and ate Easter eggs. I wanted chocolate coated scotch fingers, but apparently, it is Easter, and we are going to partake in the myth. So, how exactly do Easter eggs fit in? That seemed to be the question over Easter. What relevance do chocolate eggs have in the Christian myth of Easter? I could have googled it, but I really didn’t care that much.

We sat in front of the TV, Sam making rice paper rolls for dinner. One by one Sam handed them to me to eat. Yum, yum.

We watched everything we had recorded. Big Bang Theory. Modern Family. SVU. 60 minutes. Graham Norton.

I fell asleep on the couch, of course.

You can never have too many sunrise photos

What a gorgeous morning. The sunrise was beautiful.

I walked into town in a soft, honey sun.

I caught a bombardier at the stop before the free zone. (I don’t know why I keep telling you that, somehow it must expunge my guilt) A rat-faced slapper, with a coffee in her hand, moved at a glacial pace, in front of me, (you know that thrills me when they do that) to the only vacant seat, all the other seats were taken. So, I took up my position just inside the rear section, ready to grab any seat that became available. Just inside, the next available seat is yours. But, none of the bitches got off at Spring Street. None of the bitches got off at 101. One cute boy, from right down the back, got up at Swanston Street. So, I sat right down the back, looking at Collins Street disappearing behind us, next to a boy with fat legs encroaching onto my seat. So, I pushed my thigh up against his. I just kept pushing up against him until I had enough room.

I wrote a poem. Sitting there on the tram.

With my back to the rest of the tram, I was not taking any notice of what was going on, I was gazing at the romantic image of Collins Street disappearing away from me, capturing my view. Pretty soon it was my stop. As I headed to the doors, there was a fat man and a fat woman in my way. They managed to move a millimetre to the left and right, as people only seem to be able to manage now a days, so I had to squeeze through, against his stomach, and her left muffin-top, I felt like pasta pushing through a pasta machine roller made out of blubber. Oooooooo! I shivered all over.

Another dreamy sunrise

I took it too late, I spent too much time staring open-mouthed at it, most of the gold had washed away

Sunrise, those colours are high art, just beautiful