days like this

 

It was pointed out to me that I haven’t posted for a while (about five days, but that’s a while in a daily blog). So here goes. Complete with pictorial demonstration of the way things are.

There’ll be days like this, sang Van Morrison, morosely. But this many?

It is now T Minus I Can’t Count That Far. I’ve moved from Woodend back to Inner-ish Suburban Northern Suburbs Melbourne. I found the Preston Convenience Store and found that it sells, for my convenience, only cigarettes, vapes and what the Americans call soda. It wasn’t very convenient.

I found another convenience store nearby that was inconveniently closed for half an hour. I overcame the disappointment by find yet another superb coffee harbour.

I purchased milk at the reopened convenience store, in which there was no lighting and a sweet (I suppose) little old lady on the phone with zero zilch nada English. Namaste, salaam … they worked reciprocally and I wandered off with my milk.  

I finished reading Where the Crawdads Sing – and realized I’ll never write that well.

Though I have edited several chapters of my forthcoming novel during down time. Don’t read it if you don’t like fruity vocabulary!

(We interrupt this transmission for a community service announcement. Community as in me. Please, please purchase it – hardcopy or pixels – if harsh linguistic realities are okay with you! Out later this year.)

Then I found a Lilliput Library and a collection of Doris Lessing novellas, so I’ll turn to her for the first time since about 1981. I dined with Daughter Unit #6 so, since daughter Unit # 3 is in Philadelphia, and that’s a bit far, I think – think – I’ve caught up with all of them and theirs.

The Trusty (ha hah ha – see the irony there?) Chariot remains holed up in a mechanics’ yard in Tullamarine, many suburbs away. Tomorrow, he said today. And tomorrow and tomorrow I’ve said for eleven days now.

I took a picture. It expresses something of the way I feel. Lucy, one of the main characters in aforementioned novel, could express it more succinctly.

Far, far away our gorgeous loveball of a dog crossed the rainbow bridge, and I wept. But it was time. Back here in The Wasteland I choked many tears. There’ll be days like this. 

Comments

  1. Peter Hotchkin6 August 2025 at 20:56

    I'm sorry about Shadow. Just another thing to add to another day of yesterdays and tomorrows.

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