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I went to the football (international rules) on Friday night. Yesterday I had a lazy day at home, a few beers, a few whiskies, Guitar Hero. Tonight I’m going to make risotto before heading out to see You Am I.
This bit of Queensland nostalgia came up on random play today.
worked in the garden yesterday. completely out of spoons today.
You wouldn’t believe it! The precipitation so eagerly awaited has passed over and dropped what can only be described as a miserly 1.5mm. The weather gurus have taken to reporting totals in fractions of a millimeter. It came over so promisingly. Clear skies now and no doubt the northeast will get some more realistic totals.
Apart from that I’m getting ready for a trip by coach to Adelaide to see my youngest daughter who has terminal cancer and is back home briefly from Flinders Hosp. awaiting a procedure to deal with pleural effusion. I think that’s how it’s described.
Housecleaning weekend — housecleaning, laundry and constructing Ikea bookcases weekend, actually, which included an extremely annoying hour sitting on a torturously-bad bench waiting to buy spare parts for a partly-collapsed Ikea bookcase.
Got up to Episode Four (no subtitles) of Densha Otoko on the downloaded DVDs, and got rather sentimental reading the translated transcripts of the IRC thread that started the whole thing. (the story is one of a geeky bloke who meets a beautiful and wealthy young woman on a train and somehow manages to win her heart even with the advice of an Internet chat-room).
Learnt last week that the railways are planning to sign me off as a partly-fledged train driver during November, so I’ll be looking forward to the pay-rise.
I hate gardening. There, I said it. I gardened in a hateful and desultory manner today, moving dirt here and there, moving hateful little coloured pebbles, shifting hatefully chopped turf from one end to the other. Resentfully shoving the mower around with The Moodists on the mp3 player sneering their sympathetic hate right along with me. I don’t know why I hate gardening (I suspect it’s the sheer pointlessness of pulling out weeds that grow back), but part of it the stupidity of doing something that mostly benefits your neighbours.
The guy who lives in the big, listed Armidale mansion next door loves gardening. Out there, cheerful with his mower, gleefully flinging rocks and dirt around like a kid with a new Tonka toy in his battered garden hat and special “garden only” flannelette shirt, calling for assistance when he nearly kills himself moving large garden artifacts. He’s bad news for us non-gardeners whose wives point out just how cheerful this poor bastard looks covered in dirt. I’m going to sneak over in the dark later and let his wheelbarrow tyre down again.
Of course, after moving about eight million shitty little coloured pebbles today along with four tonnes of stinking loam, I suggested we should get one of those little concrete grottoes that catholic families used to put in their front yards to go with the pebbles, or failing that, a concrete aboriginal. This was greeted with hands on hips and thin lips. I hate gardening.
Woke up to a lovely thunder & lightning show and the even more lovely sound of falling rain. Went looking for habanero chilies to go in next to the jalapenos: ended up with a punnet of cayenne chilis, habs will be some other time I guess. Also got 6 punnets Charentel rock melons: will dig in a shitload of compost manure & water crystals to save on water.
Bought a tigerella and a black russian tomato seedling, will go into a couple vacant pots in tomato bed where I installed irrigation to make best use of limited mains watering opportunities (& stretch the rainwater) And other gardening stuff too.
This morning after having gone outside went into bedroom to dress for the day: there was the bloody dog eating a chocolate biscuit out of a packet I had forgotten about. Just enough chocolate to make her feel queasy and quite subdued at obedience class
Speedini, chimichurri, hot italian sausage and dry roasted tomato in a mixed grill for dinner, followed by coconut custard & mango. Burp, ’scuse me!
Spent most of the wekend reading Richard Holmes’s The Age of Wonder, watching TV and watching videos. Black Dahlia was okay, enjoyed Patton again, Spiderman 3, and Zodiac was great. Loved Gideon’s daughter on the ABC tonight. Aboriginal kids came in and used the computer again tonight. First time they’ve been round since I’ve been out of hospital. Pretty quiet weekend.
Zorronsky… this must be a sad and horrible time. Sending warm thoughts. I went to my first ever Halloween party this weekend. We piked out on the costumes and dressed as ‘Women in Black’. But somw of the guests really went to a lot of trouble – we had an extremely realistic Sweeney & Mrs Lovatt, complete with pies, as a very cute Green Fairy with tiny absinthe bottle – and it was a surprising amount of fun.
Zorronsky, I too am very sorry. I spent yesterday at home incubating the violently contagious and nasty respiratory infection that my elderly father has now passed on to two of his offspring, but I now have it in perspective.
Rode around Lake Hume – 131 km in 5 hours. Learned not to expect bunch riders to piddle.
That sounds like a nice ride, Robert (although I wouldn’t attempt it at my current unfitness level). You could’ve shortened it cosiderably by going off-road and just riding around the waterline …
I rented a car, filled it with cocaine, a huge bag of grass, two blotting sheets of acid, some ether, some uppers, some downers and went to Vegas to cover the Mint 500 motorbike race, then trashed the hotel room, then the carm then got another car and hotel room and trashed them. It was great…
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Oh wait.
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That was a book. Damn!