okay. Tiger’s t-shirt on. Tiger’s wind breaker on. Tigers scalf draped on door ready to grab. Tiger’s jacket hanging over scalf. Tiger’s membership badge on. Brand new walkman in pocket and train ticket in wallet.
45 minutes until Rae gets here – if I was going myself I’d head in now and sit in the G, read the paper and wait. Overcast skies – hope it’s an omen for the Hawks.
I was wrong.
11.15 and Veronica and Steve are no where to be seen. She must be house hunting. Why do the washing powder and fabric softener always run out at the same time?
Saturday Morning See Saw
In at work on a Saturday. Some kind person kindly pointed out that ‘hospital’ was spelt incorrectly on the front page of the web site. Doh! Fixed it in a jiffi and made an excuse so we didn’t look quite so bad.
So, down about the footy last night. The poor doggies are 0-5 for starting the season. Rae’s face was long as a wet weekend in Hobart as we walked back to the station. I think she said one word between the final siren and hopping into bed. They had everything to play for and still couldn’t pull it off. I’m getting geared for The Tiges this afternoon – taking on the Hawks at the G. Rae hasn’t sat in the Great Southern Stand before so this’ll be an experience. Phee says she is going to wear her Tiger tail and ears, the smart money says they’ll be left in the car at Armadale station.
Must head home and clean up my room, see if Veronica is up yet although as it’s not midday she and Steve are probably still fast asleep.
All I can say is ‘Go Tiges!’
Rae and I leave my place, cruising across the bridge to Spotswood when my mobile rings. It’s my best client with a concern that his web site is down. Turn around under the bridge, back home and the bloody thing is working. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Twenty here, twenty back, twenty at the computer – an hour gone for nothing. Lucky I charge him a lot.
Friday morning, skipped a day because yesterday was a public holiday. Have run home now to get a little work done before heading back to Rae’s and the footy tonight. Doggies v Melbourne. After last night’s news Rae is so relieved her beloved dogs will be around. Now if they can top it off for a win, that’d be grand.
ANZAC Day reminded me of staying overnight at Nana’s and wandering down to Wyndham St to watch the march. Seems a long time ago now. At least it rained here, made it seem like a real ANZAC Day.
Damn, damn, damn. Back to Detroit.
Of Lice and Men
Poor Rae, she got the call. The Lice Inspectors (that’s not what they’re called, but they should be) found some of the icky pests in Phees hair so Rae had to drop everything at work and go and pick her up. Tomorrow’s a holiday which is a good thing, give her a day off. What to do though? Rae has already chopped all of Phee’s hair off – hopefully the other carriers have been sent home too and everyone will start nit free Friday or Monday.
My stomach is still upset – has been since last weekend, should go to the doctor but think I’ll go for a coffee instead. Canucks are 2-1 down in the fourth playoff game, if only they could get back and win thi – YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! Just as I typed they scored the equaliser with twenty two seconds to go in the second period. Oh my god, heart attack material. Now, for another goal to give us the win and 3-1 lead in the playoffs.What a game. At least one of my teams is winning.
It’s time to start the music…
Welcome to Muppet World – wow. What can I say? Wow.
Found a site that has MP3’s of the Buffy Musical episode – fantastic, now I can make a CD of it. Amazing what can make you smile.
Nothing better than the morning coffee.
Last night I awoke from the most perfect slumber to the oddest sound. I swear someone was vacuuming the road. It took me a few minutes to wake up properly and figure out what the sound actually was. I opened the blinds and there was nothing to see except an empty road. Closed the blinds and as I wandered off to the loo I heard one last vacuum and then the mightiest roar, like the mothership lifting off.
Last night’s Temptation Island was a ripper too – one guy who has now cheated on both his girlfriend and his temporary mistress has just made himself the most hated man in Australia. He turned his back on a penthouse pet, ran off with his drinking buddy for his ‘dream date’ and, we assume, will try and pretend nothing happened when he meets his girl over the final bonfire. Oh, it’s such addictive crap.
Buffy, meanwhile, just gets better and better. Jone the Vampire Slayer. Superb. Finally Tara grows a back bone, but not sure what will happen to her now, just as I get to like her.