Joy in your hands

A little dappled sun under the gum trees, a gentle breeze. Soft gravel under my feet. Intelligent conversation with one of my favourite (behind hand, if not favourite) men in the world. Forrest all around me. The birds tweet.

A lovely piece of hand crafted wall in front of me to work on, swish, swish goes the rendering brush in my hand. And with every swish, the transformation is apparent before me.

Magical rock walls beside the driveway, designating where the forest finishes and the house (compound) starts, beautifully. They are, actually, rendered eucalyptus logs, sandstone to match the house in the distance. Four sweeping panels with railway sleeper uprights in between.

There is joy in such hand craftsmanship.

Mark and I have a lovely time.

We Were Doing That "S" Thing That's Going To Ruin People's Lives

Sam and I were talking dirty, you know, what we were going to do to each other Monday morning. He's back in the morning, I have Mondays off. So, I sent him a photo of what his descriptions were doing to me, just as a spur of the moment thing, just like that, I didn't really think about it. I pointed my phone camera down, it was that easy.

Sexting. I hear all the kids are doing it.

Do you think it is going to ruin my life, as all the conservative liars... er... commentators warn our young? Do you think I'll wake up tomorrow to find a photo of my penis on the cover of the newspaper? Do you think I'll be a star on some Czechoslovakian porn website?
He sent me a photo of him with his pants around his knees, pretty cute it was too, really nice. I'd forgotten how impressive he is. Well, not really, I'd forgotten nothing, but I haven't seen any of him in nearly two weeks. And I've missed all of him, you know.

So, I came up with an appropriate response. You know, it's not easy... camera in one hand, holding it in position and getting the focus and the angle right. It's not as easy as it sounds. Spit on my palm. There... there... there.
I'd just got all those things right and Bzzzzt! "Shit! Jane!"

My step daughter was arriving some time after 4pm. I had momentarily forgotten. Oops! You know, just distracted... by what always distracts us boys.

Fuck it!

Camera phone in one hand, well, you know what was in the other hand.

Bzzzzt sounded the phone. Bzzzzt sounded the phone again.

I pulled up my track pants, dried the palm of my hand on the back of my leg with one downwards wipe and headed to the door.

I hit send twice, as I walked down the hallway.

I straightened my t-shirt and gazed down at my track suit pants, just checking nothing was hanging out, ha ha, could you imagine? Then I reached for the door handle.

"Hi Chriso, what have you been up to?" asked Jane.

Well? I thought. I could feel my cheeks crease. "How about you?

Jackson and the Rose

I didn't get home until kind of late, as it was my last day for the week and everything had to be done before I left.

We cut the rose down, Jackson and I. Jackson had called me yesterday about it hanging over into the laneway, potentially, blocking people's way. I had notice what it was doing that morning. Jackson said he’d have a go at it.

When I got home, he’d tied five, or so, white ropes to it, which he’d thrown over the fence for me to secure to something on the other side. I had told him that the whole idea of the rose was for it to grow up the outside of the wall and then fall over the top, cascading with roses down my wall on the inside. However, with the ropes it looked like sail rigging and I wasn’t going to live with that coming over the fence, no sir.

So we cut it back heavily.

Chop, chop.

I like Jackson, he's the mad professor type. He said he had a drill and we can drill the wall and secure the rose properly. Good idea, I must take him up on that. Again, I chastise myself for giving my drill to Mark. Stupid me, what was I thinking. Idiot!

If I didn't give my drill away, I wouldn't have had to chop the rose down.

My World

I Miss Him

I miss Sam, he'll be home in a week. He continues to send me fascinating photos of Malaysia. Today it was only two shots of a flash new Jaguar XJ zooming past him on the road from Penang to Kuala Lumpur. They aren't available in Australia yet, I don't know how he knew to photograph it. But, I turn all my boyfriends into car nuts, it's a sign that they are the right guy for me.

Well, I thought it was pretty cool.

I was surprised how deserted the road is. When I think of Asian countries, I think of jam packed roads and cars every where.

He says how he can't wait to see me, we talk continually on instant messaging, all day. Gotta luv modern technology for that. He says how he is getting... um... er... well, frustrated, if you know what I mean. I'm sure you can guess how he's feeling, you know, hanging out. It's good to hear.
Big smile.

Sam's Penang

Jambu

You've got to love those colours

Roxy Music

I went to Roxy Music last night. Ner! They weren’t so good. They sang a couple of songs well, Love is the drug, despite it being at break neck speed, Let’s stick together and Avalon. The play list was really weird, lot’s of obscure stuff. They, seemingly, finished with Let’s stick together, but then went on to play some obscure song after that, at which time we left. Jealous Guy showed up every flaw in Brian Ferry’s voice and probably shouldn’t have been attempted at all.
The sound was crap at the beginning, until about the 3rd song, the bass drum was being played annoyingly badly, not behind the beat or in front of the beat, just randomly. I’m not kidding
The backing singers were fantastic, but not heard enough.
The whole vocal mix was dodgy, maybe because Brain Ferry’s voice isn’t so good any longer.
The sets and staging were great; video, lighting, hand held cameras, but then we live in the technology age and it should be, huh?

I went to the toilet to have a piss and the hand dryers had advertising in them. WTF! Do you believe that? Little televisions mounted in the body of the hand dryer, can you believe it. You can’t get away from it anywhere, not even when you are taking a piss. What effect would that sort of advertising have, other than to annoy people, I ask you? The advertising industry really is becoming a virus on society, a scourge that will have to be reined in one day.

It says something, if you go to a concert and the thing that made the biggest impression on you was the hand dryers in the toilet.

Sam's Malaysia

Sam's Malaysia