Apparently I'm a monster because I closed the bedroom door while I re-strung my guitar. Strings are very pointy at the ends, and would easily hurt a cats body or in particular, their eyes.
You would think I was actively torturing a rather small cat if you heard the wails. So dramatic.
Family visiting this weekend and I whipped up a proper lunch for everyone around my table. Realised it's the first time I have cooked for a group in this new place. And it worked well. It's a small apartment but everyone fit and chilled and it was really nice. I needed that. ๐
The sun is getting very tardy about rising these days, most disappointing. Mr Woof insisted I get up at 6am this morning and now he's gone back to bed and I'm sitting on the couch looking out at darkness.
The longer I'm alive the more I see most people in relationships aren't all that happy and quite frequently resent their partners for one thing or another.
I am honestly starting to think that besides the lucky few, relationships for most end up being a disaster. It's all a bit of a scam.
I am made of regrets,
Of atoms and silhouettes,
A life repaying the debt
Of a misspent youth.
Trashy and uncouth,
Nothing to show for
For the years on show for
A man who didn't know what he had to lose,
While he lost, now I'm a loser too.
Took Minipeelers to an optometry appointment, which I cleverly scheduled when the Brunswick Music Festival started. I love local festivals! I just had the nicest salt and pepper calamari I've had in years, and the fish and chips swoons. It's a great vibe down here and it's only going to get better! I encourage anyone who can to get down here and enjoy the day, there's going to be so much free music and street performers, plus I've already bought something from a couple of street vendors, there's heaps of stalls. Don't mind me I just love this kind of thing!
The days seem to be flying by so fast. Does anyone else remember that old ad of Jimeoin repeatedly sliding past the camera in his jocks yelling "Monday!" "Tuesday!" ...?
I'm currently in preserving mode. Yesterday I bottled some potatoes and put some zucchini in the dehydrator. This morning I ground the dried zucchini to make flour and cut a load of tomatoes to dry. I plan to do some zucchini pickles today (and maybe marinated capsicums) and have plans in the next few days to smoke some chillis and start on jam making.
I made plunger coffee today. Sorry I french pressed the coffee today. I haven't done this since maybe last century and it worked first go. I will be drinking coffee all day and be thinking about a nice coffee cosy to make.
Dad turned up with a new kitchen gadget for me. A new, cripple proof kettle that I donโt even have to lift to use.
I donโt need it - I have two perfectly good, fairly new kettles already, the second of which I initially bought specifically because my parents argued my first (basic stovetop) kettle wasnโt safe for someone with my balance to use. I havenโt asked for it. It solves a problem that for me at least fundamentally doesnโt matter/doesnโt exist.
But I have a new kettle nevertheless. And heโs stashed both my old ones on a high shelf I canโt reach, because itโs the only cupboard or shelf space my kitchen has left, so I canโt even change it back.
Itโs a good kettle, donโt get me wrong. I just donโt quite know why he decided to get it for me.
Such vivid dreams last night. The most frustrating part was I was trying to teach some troubled youth about Tim Curry but for the life of me I couldn't remember his name. I literally had to google Pennywise actor when I woke up because I'd just somehow lost it. Even Obama couldn't help me, who rocked up to chat while I was trying to remember the name. Thanks, Obama.
Iโd like to go to bed but my rear neighbours are having a party, the drunk singing / hollering is real loud. What ever happened to telling your neighbours youโre having a party in advance?