Thou art dark too. And rainy.
And this year no wine
Hey I think that is almost a Haiku.
Hi, how YOU doin? How was your weekend?
Thankyou for all your insights re: the royal family and the royal baby. It is different strokes for different folks and I enjoy all points of view. 'Cause thats the way I roll.
Did we just not have a weekend? Gosh it went by fast.
On Friday, my clinic had been cancelled so I did my work in the morning and played hooky in the afternoon (and dragged the fella with me). We went to see the Afghanistan exhibition at the Melbourne museum. As you could imagine, it was quite a small collection of treasures. The Russians and Taliban had blown up a few museums and rendered lots of archeological sites unsafe / useless over the years. A pity, as, with it's strategic position on the Silk Road, Afghanistan is an historically rich place, with Greek, Middle Eastern and Far Eastern influences.
What survived, though, was lots of gold blingy stuff.
You would not normally associate such beauty with Afghanistan....It is a shame.
I joined the fella to have some beverages at the pub with some of his work colleagues.
Much needed chips and nachos were eaten.
Unfortunately I was really grumpy from a frustrating morning. Seeing others enjoy their wine made me even more grumpy. So I thought "Fuckit, I am buying a golden ticket". I got shouted a couple glasses of wine. Then a third. Strangely, I could not finish it. I was just....full. I know wine and carbs go into different stomachs (It is a medical fact) but it just wouldn't go. Interesting.
On Saturday morning, I went for a longish run with my mate Deb, who is training for the half. The run was notable for a. being slow b. inducing underarm chafing and c. seeing a little dog dangle by its jaws from a stick that its mistress was holding up. Kind of like this dog here:
Funny little dog!
Saturday evening the fella and I went to see Behind the Candelabra. Michael Douglas deserves an Oscar for it. Matt Damon was pretty good too. It portrayed the relationship between Liberace and his toyboy lover more sympathetically than I would have thought.
Sunday involved a visit to a friend and her 3 month old girlbaby. The bub was a tad fractious, so I busied myself assembling lunch then a banana cake. Because all good family homes need the smell of baking in them on a weekend winter's afternoon, no? After a feed, the baby graciously bequeathed me some Aunty cuddles, but did not look terribly interested in the cake baking in the oven.
My fella is big into music, and last night, we went to see a gig by a mini-hipster called Jake Bugg. He gets lots of airplay on Triple J. He sung good, but the banter between the songs was lacking. Maybe it's a hipster thing, or the fact that he is only 19 or something, and may have had his mum lurking backstage. I could not understand a word he sung but his music is very catchy. The audience was full of mini-hipsters. God love them. I asked my fella whether he was a wanna be hipster and he replied earnestly "no, I'm a dirty old man". God love him.
Here is a youtube clip of Jake Bugg. I am very anti-smoking but I concede that this song is quite catchy, and I like the sentiment of holding two fingers up to yesterday, sometimes it helps to let the past go.
I am looking forward to this week. I have just reached a milestone in my study (yay). Dry July is over (yay yay yay). Offspring is on (yay). Me and the fella are approaching our one year anniversary (yaaaaay)
What are you up to this week?
What type of music do you like?