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[10 Nov 2009|08:18pm] |
Get down. James Brown, teach me how to dance. Mmmm.
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[06 Nov 2009|11:08pm] |
I am so very tired. I am too old for Wednesday night gigs.
Cuong spent the day in girls' high heels, too big for him.
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[05 Nov 2009|11:06pm] |
Do you like Tumblr? I started a Tumblr. It's all swans, and light and pasties a few crystals a few pretty chicks, some weird lounge rooms etcetera etcetera etcetera
http://redvelvetcake.tumblr.com/
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[05 Nov 2009|10:56pm] |
Ruby finished school today. Her last ever exam ended at 12.30 I texted her IT WAS ALL IN CAPITALS
and I got all teary and emotional at my desk and she called me up and she was shrieking, goddamnit
Shrieking and laughing (banshee) saying 'Well, can you believe that?' and
I'm so
proud
So they've gone out tonight. We bought a bottle of champagne. Alex is still underage for another two weeks She had a fake id The girl next door - they kind of look alike. The girl next door dropped off her license. She works at Bakers Delight She brought a bag of pastries
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[04 Nov 2009|07:38pm] |
Hello
I've been interested in weaving. I've been on long walks by the river, looking for very straight sticks. I want to make these.
We ran out of internet early last month. And then, journal, I forgot about you.
Yes I did.
I've planted my summer garden all from cuttings. I haven't spent a penny. I'm still a MAJOR scrooge, but you'd be impressed if you saw my figures. I have really worked some magic with those nasty figures. I still have not bought one takeaway coffee, not one magazine, not one bunch of flowers. But I have been on many walks around my neighbourhood, I've set up another pond for the frogs with cuttings of ivy and branches found on the streets. I've thrown away so many things!! I'm cutting back on everything. It's really rather wonderful. I highly recommend a frugal lifestyle.
I went to Curl Curl beach with Mikey and Nicole. We did a group meditation under the full moon. I'm not usually very good with free form meditation. I prefer a guided meditation. I like imagining I'm flying high over mountains and soaring deep down into the sea down to the bottom. I like feeling my fingers and toes and scalp relax one by one. With free form group meditations I get distracted, I start peeking around at everybody else, see what they're doing. I'm ok with a candle set up in the middle, I can stare at the flickering flame in the darkness and everything works out alright. But this time it worked just fine. I suppose the sea was enough of a distraction. The colours, as day slipped into night. The pink and gold of the late afternoon turned into silver moonlight on the waves.
I gotta go. I'm sposed to be going somewhere in half an hour. I've got to get ready.
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[04 Nov 2009|07:25pm] |
Denise, this is for you. Isn't this cool? This isn't the one I was talking about, the one I saw ages ago with really proper cat shelves all around the place. But I stumbled on these through Tumblr and thought of you. I wish I could find those other ones...
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[25 Oct 2009|04:03pm] |
The title of this photograph is 'best porch'
I don't think your porch could beat it.
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[25 Oct 2009|03:52pm] |
Well today we had summer rains Crazy rains that turn the streets to rivers and flood the supermarket carpark. Summer rain and summer peaches and watermelon. I sprained my ankle and it won't get better because 1) I didn't do anything about it 2) I walk to and from work each day and then I walk my dog for another hour on top of that. But we bought a bandage at woolworths and I sat in the kitchen and Mikey tenderly wrapped my ankle and I winced when he touched the worst sore point.
I'm making a nice chickpea dish for our dinner tonight. Sometimes, I really couldn't be bothered. I wish we had pills for all our nourishment needs. Space food. Something. Just not cooking and cooking and cooking.
I lay in bed late this morning, reading the paper. I opened the curtain so a sunbeam landed on the page. I wore reading glasses I bought in a two-dollar shop in the city. My dog lay beside me. Each and every time I said 'Hello Romeo' he'd wag his tail. Every single time.
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[24 Oct 2009|08:09pm] |
I tried to start a Tumblr but it went all white? Did I break it?
We walked in the national park today. I took pictures of wildflowers, but I had a creepy feeling and kept looking over my shoulder. I don't know why. I don't know if I'm making up half of my creepy feelings or what. Do you? What do you think of your creepy feelings? Do you ever get creepy feelings in a place? Do you just skip around like you don't even care or do you get the hell a right out of there? I'm a bit of a slave to my creepy feelings, I have to say.
I spied on my cat D.D. through the fence today. he was layin there like a seal or an otter
floating downstream on his back, soaking up the sunshine
I got a little mad at D.D. later when he tried catch a wattle bird right out of the nectarine tree. He's a lazy sod but he can spring to action in a flash if he wants to.
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[23 Oct 2009|08:24pm] |
tonight we sat in the yard and the blue wren came down low on the fence and then the clothesline to watch us, looking at us sideways and stunning us with his brilliance
His beautiful blueness. His pale brown girlfriend came second. She was second best.
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[23 Oct 2009|08:00am] |
It feels about twenty eight degrees already. It's the morning and it's Friday. I have a bet on a sure thing. Ten bucks on 30 to 1. If I win I'll have most of the FIVE HUNDRED DOLLAR electricity bill that came in the mail yesterday. Confounded cost of life getting in the way of my dream house!! I don't usually place bets on anything. Not bets for money anyways. In my mind I bet I'm right about something nearly every day. But I wouldn't even know how to place a bet on the TAB.
I'm betting on a guy in a pool comp. A guy named Dick. For real.
Go Dick!
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[22 Oct 2009|08:25pm] |
Lately, I've been obsessed with Steve Perry and his ex girlfriend Sherrie Swafford
and I think it must have been pretty magical for them when they lived in their house in Marin County.
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[21 Oct 2009|07:37am] |
This weekend saw me neglecting my household duties in favour of lolling around in the dark of my brain, absorbing the shock waves of grief and anger and violation. This was needed before I can make a strategic, rational response - which I will, in due course.
Absorbing all of this vile energy gave me pimples on my face. It also gave me a bad dream. With her devil face sneering down at me from above, filling me with terror. I awoke with my hands clutched to my chest and praying to the lord to keep my heart safe from this keep my home and my loves safe from this. It's not quite so dramatic now a few days later.
In other news, the weather turned quite hot. The sun burns down low in the afternoon and the winds are fan forced. Which is my favourite weather for drying my towels, leaving them stiff like boards and scratchy just how I like em. I like towels that could take your skin off. I hate fat soft oily towels that don't dry you right.
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[17 Oct 2009|09:05pm] |
Today was peaceful
by the river
with my family
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[14 Oct 2009|02:28pm] |
My neighbourhood:
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[14 Oct 2009|02:19pm] |
Well now it's gone and got all windy and violent again. I ran home as the raindrops fell and I squeezed my lungs as hard as I could in and out in and out so's by the time I got there I could barely speak but I got my washing in from the line.
I dyed my hair. It's nice and dark. Bitter Chocolate. It doesn't look like black straw. It's shiny as a ten carat diamond, just like it said it would. Lately, I only wear Cherry Crush on my fingernails.
Yesterday, I posted pressed rosebuds to three of my friends. Did you get them yet?
Anyway, that house is still for sale. It still keeps me up at nights. From 2 to 5, every time. How long can this continue?
I wish it was sunny again.
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[13 Oct 2009|08:32pm] |
today is finally summery. I couldn't wait to get home to change into my house dress
sit in the garden. The wind was warm and the sun was hot. I closed my eyes. my legs turned brown. Our neighbours have moved out
they didn't even say goodbye. There's a pile of crap out front. Awful foam mattress, all yellowed and crisp on the edges. A painting, which I quite liked, so I took.
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