Cloudy But Fine

It's hard to describe someone you know so well.

You know how sometimes you don't want to listen to the next song in case it changes how you feel about the one you just listened to?

Or you don't want to put the song you just listened to into words? Nor that book you were asked to review in class when you drew a blank because it wasn't something you wanted to share. Not with words in any case.

Or you don't want to chew gum after you've just eaten because it'll change the taste in your mouth? Though sometimes when you do you don't mind it so much. You didn't last time.

I am expressing a kind of 'not wanting anything to be less clear than it feels right now' emotion. Clearly.

The Birthday Boy

I wanted to give you this postcard because you gave it to me.

To my darling Jay Bird.

There are so many wonderful things about you.

You are marvelous, you are a marvel. You are tremendous, you make me tremble.

With all the things I love about you I could fill cards and books and bookshelves. I could write the words I love you, or I could read the words, you are loved.

You give so much to so many, to me, allthetime.

You are a gift I treasure, Happy Birthday boyfriend mine.

Before the Show

Ooh footy season! jeez, I could weep.

Not really.

I just miss cricket is all.

Gets to be like that with the passing of seasons into other cooler seasons. In temperature I mean.

Ok, you are fast experiencing what happens to my pre-gig brain.

It’s not pretty.

I’ll not subject you to it further.

I’ll be back in finer form on the morrow.

It’s my birthday too so that’s something (else) to celebrate.

Uh oh.

Stop me.

* Sighs *

I’ve gone too far this time.

Tonight might be messy.

Are you still there?

(Say “no”)

Yesterday there was an earthquake and I thought it was the wind.

Not THAT kind of wind.

But I was surprised to hear how many people were scared.

I wasn’t.

I’m not just saying that to sound brave.

I tell people I’m not scared of rats to sound brave.

Truth is I’m scared of moths. They freak the freaken shit out of me.

I don’t even care if they predict rain or earthquakes or tsunamis (do they by the way?)

Oh jeez, I’m sorry.

Hit “delete” now.

Did you?

A Very Cool Christmas

Melbourne is defrosting and par-boiling in 34 degree heat today.

I just met Jack and Jaime in the stairwell at work. They were red-faced and puffed when I found them somewhere between the third and fourth floors. I asked them if they had been running up and down the stairs and they said:

"Na. Wanna see what we've been doing? Come with us!!"

And so I ran down to the bottom of the stairs with Jack while Jaime ran to the top.

Jack said, "OK, back here, this is the safe spot."

And then in his 11 year old squeal he yelled up to Jaime "OK, we're ready!!"

And then Jaime pelted a plastic penguin down the 7 flights of stairs to near where we stood.

Jack proudly collected the penguin from the cool concrete and handed it to me like a cat presenting a dead pigeon to its owner and said, "See, hardly a scratch!"

I picked the plastic palm sized penguin (I assume is a character from Madagascar 2), from his hand and laughed with glee at the penguin missing an eye and it's beak but with bulbous body still intact!

Terribly Well

Jono and I spent the last few (too few) days with my dad in Tasmania.

On the flight home, J and I gazed at the sun setting and then disappearing on the horizon. Each shade of red, orange, yellow, and blue too brilliant to be afforded these simple ill-fitting labels.

I said to him that I thought instead of 'awesome' the word should be 'aweloads' because we couldn't have been more overwhelmed and fixated on the view from our 11th row seats.

Today there is another correction I'd like to make.

I am almost finished my Monday work-load. My first day back at my desk missing Tassie and my dad terribly workload.

And see that's just it.

If we could sit down and have a cuppa (ideally the plunger sort my dad makes to perfection), I'm sure that after even only a brief while you'd agree that I am missing Tassie, and Petey Boy, and Onemilebridge, and of course my dad, brilliantly.

Day Too (The Big Guns)

This day I question the same thoughts I would have thought unquestioningly two days ago.

A man reaches into his bag beside me on the tram. I wonder if he will pull out a gun. He doesn't pull out a gun.

Today I wonder if this thought is safe. I question my safety.

A man reaches into his bag beside me on the tram. He pulls out a pen. He points to his ticket and asks me to write down on it the time it will expire.

Today I wonder if my reactions are the same as they were a few days ago.

I take the man's pen and circle 12:00 on his ticket. I look up and smile at the man. The man shakes his head and asks me to write the number down for him.

Twelve. I write beside 12:00. Twelve.

bump in the night

a dream that you called me and asked me what type of car i drive.

i said - one of those little minis (even though that is not remotely what i drive)

you said - that’s perfect! we need someone to pick iggy pop up from the airport and entertain him for a few hours till the stage is ready for him.

i said - i’d love to, but i don’t know how to drive.

you said - can you fake it? you can sit there and we will guide you to the venue by remote control.

i said - i don't like to lie.

you said - if you don't tell him you are driving then you are not lying if you sit there and you are not.

i said - what if i crash?

you said - what if you don't?