Woke up this morning and noticed out the bedroom window how hazy the air looked outside. It was about 8.00 am and already it looked like it would be one of those scorching hot summer days. I had planned to get up early and go to the new gym and do a class. However, as I was home at midnight from being out I was
sooo tired that I decided instead to get up and go for a walk.
And walk I did. A brisk, dog dragging, twenty minute pavement
pounder in the warm morning sun. Got home at 9.00 am dripping with sweat and a thumping headache. I am so sure that I am too old to go to bed a midnight.
So where was I last night? Just out catching up with
HH friends at the
Mentone Hotel. Drank no
alcohol and ate a huge vegan pizza and felt like I had a hangover this morning. Was informed by K that I had really awful garlicky breath. My mouth felt gross. What is it with me? Late nights are just not okay anymore. Still, had a very good night and enjoyed myself. Although, I have to say that I just do not subscribe the the "buying a round" thing that people do. As I do not drink and generally sit on a glass of tonic water for the whole night, there is NO way I am buying a round of beer for anyone. I am tight - yeah whatever. I also refuse to eat out with a group of people and then pay equal share of the bill when it arrives. If I eat a bowl of soup and salad and that costs $15.00 why should I pay a share of a bill that includes some fatty
boomba who eats a three course meal that costs $35.00? I always know how much I spend, tally it up in my head, put that amount in the kitty plus enough towards the tip. Don't call me a cheapskate, it is those who want me to pay for part of their dinner that are cheap! That did not happen last night, I just thought I would mention it though as it came to my mind.
I suppose I picked up at about 11.00 am after a shower and getting ready for the day. Took S down to the hairdressers where he had a very short haircut and looks rather cute. Then the two of us wandered down
Glenhuntly Road and
Dymocks and just pottered around. Got home about 1.30 and had lunch. House is still a pigsty and it is now 8.30 pm. S is watching
Futurama on DVD and eating 2 minute noodles.
K got home from a music job at about 2.30 and I decided, rather insanely, to go for a walk down to the shops. Outside was about 36 degrees and dry and windy and hot but the urge to walk was so great I just went out. It was quiet. Hardly anyone walking. Brown grass in every front yard. All was silent as though the world was asleep as at night. I was listening to music as I walked and at the same time was so aware of a feeling of complete silence surrounding me. There has been the smell of smoke and fire in the air which has come down from huge
bush fires happening in the rural areas. It was reminiscent of Ash Wednesday. There is something so satisfying about walking in the midday on a hot day. The sun was so bright behind the smoke haze that it was as though you could not escape in a shadow anywhere. The sun burnt it's way through the leaves of trees. Once I reached the main drag of Centre Road, I just went to a few clothes shops and browsed. Even Centre Road was silent and hostile in the heat. It was almost surreal. It reminded me of those long summers when I was a child where you would have days and days of brutal heat and the grass died and we lay around the house inside in the end completely exhausted. Outside in the evening would be that incessant cicada chatter which always hurt my ears. I can hear it right now outside the window. Then it would rain. Bucket down, flooding the yards and collecting in pools at the bottom of our driveway before streaming into the gutters and drains. There would always be some leak appearing in a room in the house. Once I remember we had a
sun room where we would sit and the sound of the rain on the tin roof was deafening and exciting.
So, this afternoon I suppose I walked for about an hour and came home with rather sweaty armpits and feet. I felt tired and yet invigorated. I love walking as it is so meditative.
Well, the bird had finally left our home. Cage and bird have gone to another home next door to my brother's house and will also have a little bird friend to talk to. I am so pleased as now the back
verandah will be free of marauding pigeons and their calling cards. And no more screeching at 6.00 am each morning. High pitched screeching which would wake me up rudely.
Another hot day tomorrow and I am off to the gym at 7.45 am for a class. Well, I am hoping to. Either way, there will be a gym visit and a walk squeezed in there. Maybe even the beach.
Now have to psyche myself up to tidy the kitchen. Boring with a big B.
Sleep well
Ciao
LC