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1) Cheerful Sophie Stevens and maudlin Mike
2) Mike cops a bunch of freesias |
That's
yer bloomin' lot..
24.8.06 - So, here I am, sewage
backing up ominously, wearily sizing up the detritus accrued
over decades with a view to disposing of most of it, checking
out the rental market with a growing sense of despair, and I
wander down to Gusto as is my daily wont, and young FOH person
(we used to |
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(of the clan McDonald she tells me) whom I see most days and
who greets me cheerfully no matter what my disposition, gives
me this lovely bunch of freesias! Now, I've related none of
the above gloom to her - why would I? - but she divined my troubled
spirit and responded in a most touching display of feminine
intuition and caring for her fellow old codger. There's hope
for the younger generation and possibly even some left over
for this bewildered old codger. |
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The
jig is up
22.8.06 - It had to happen eventually,
and in fact I was expecting the axe to
fall quite some time ago, but today Diana, my landlady, dropped
over to give me the biggest hint yet that my time in Camberwell
née Burwood is running out. It was the bloody
drains that precipitated it all. Ever since they were last reamed
of tree roots some twelve to eighteen months ago, I've been
waiting for them to play up again, and recently all the signs
have been there that sewage was due to bubble up disgustingly
in the gully trap. And so the visit from Lady Diana and the
suggestion I should pack up quick and bugger off to somewhere
else as it wasn't worth their while to keep maintaining the
property just to suit me.
And, of course, she's right, and, of course, that isn't all,
but I'll come back to my other travails soon enough. In the
meantime the old 'shit happens' aphorism has an all too literal
dimension for this hapless old coot.. |
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It's OK Dylan, we're gonna make it.. 2) Ed Nimmervoll beams
after buying me coffee |
Coupla
days..
9.8.06 - It must've been one of those unhealthy
blokes I was talking to on Sunday, but something nasty has gone
straight to my chest. My chest was nearly the death of me when
I was very young - I can still remember having poultices wrapped
in cheesecloth taped to it in the mediaeval fifties in a vain
attempt to suck out the |
evil anti-bodies lurking there. I
expect that as I get older these frailties will, like Jet Harris,
step out of the shadows to bother me again.. It didn't stop
me from walking Dylan though, and I've found a walkway that
seems to subdue his natural inclination to tear off in all directions.
It's the bike path under the Tollway. It might be the unnaturalness
of it all, (it is kinda spooky), but the moment we
take the turn off onto the bike path he trots along meekly beside
me and doesn't return to his normal ebullient self until we
cross the MacRobertson Bridge and head for home.
That was yesterday. Today was one of those days that I needed
to mumble amiably with Ed Nimmervoll, and this time it was on
his turf at the Brighton Baths. The place is a triumph of brick
deco on the outside but quite congenially updated inside, and
one could look out past Ed's beard at the seawater baths and
watch the odd swimmer splashing about as well as observe the
usual Bay activities. Regrettably the coffee was unremarkable,
unless you were remarking that it wasn't all that good. Still,
we had a good natter, and I re-emerged into the wilful Bay breezes
reinvigorated of spirit and ready to make a hearty potato and
leek soup. |
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The sun
sinks over McDonalds on the Burwood Hwy |
Weakend
7.8.06 - I always feel a bit gloomy when
we're not working, but I had plenty to occupy myself with this
weekend, so it shouldn't have gotten as bad as it did. On Saturday
I picked up my artistic friend Annita and spent a couple of
hours cruising the Art Fair at the Exhibition Buildings, which
was much more rewarding than the stupid Affordable Art Show.
In fact, we didn't get to see it all as I had arranged to pick
up Chris at 5.30 to catch up with Marg and Syl who are down
from the Gold Coast, but I'm not tempted to go back as the entry
price was pretty steep, even with the Seniors' Card. The evening
with the rel's was fun - even Richard made it over - and we
did manage to watch the rugby, but I over-indulged and spent
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heart. Yesterday (Sunday) Bill and I had arranged to go to Ruby's
and catch up with Lobby, and it didn't bode well when I had
to abort half way there to retrieve my wallet from home, but
I eventually got there (see Stop Press) only to drive back home
into the sunset (pic) with mixed feelings, not having
seen Lobby. I did have time to think about where I was going
with the Pith & Wind essay, so hopefully you'll see a result
soon. It's Accounts Day today, so there's the VCAT and the APRA
returns to do, not to mention tax, and I think I should also
look at the Census form. It's Management Day tomorrow, so maybe
I'll get to switch on the Music computer on Wednesday? |
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