Send My Conscience Home in a Taxi

Actually, it could have been any Saturday, it just happened to be in the middle of a long weekend.

Got up. Got gouged at the petrol station, tried to wrestle some of it back by using their air to pump my tires and their water to wash my windows. Dragged myself to the Preston Market at a time I thought of as early, to avoid the maximum feral that happens there mid-afternoon. The Feral had set in early - the market was closed Friday so there were way more people there at 9.30AM on a Saturday than usual.

Finally made it home, where Henry proceeded to have an epic Poo and Wee event that leaked all over my clothes. You ever heard of a three alarm fire? This was a three alarm poo. Changed my clothes, whilst Deb put even more breast milk into Pip. That's how an epic poo gets started!

We finally bundled ourselves into the car and drove to Yea! (sorry, can't say that place name without an exclamation mark) to visit niece Holly and her parents. Went there via such interesting places as Yaarwool and Tallarook. Er, don't trust me on the spelling there. Ate too much food and felt ill. Here's a tip folks, don't wash down a solid rice, spinach and eggs dish with hot chocolate and then chase it down with a Cabury Creme Egg. This is not the way to a happy belly.

Drove home, stopping briefly at a petrol station near Wallan for a stretch, which then turned into another breast feeding session. Burped Pip whilst looking at a car which was apparently a Buick Skylark, a vehicle I'd never previously heard of, but then I'm not that into cars. Also admired a mud-covered four wheel driver from Queensland and a huge B-Double Semi filled with something called "liquid animal feed". Isn't that what we've been feeding to Pip?

Arrived home. Belly still sore from stupid overeating lunch. Dragged myself to the supermarket, grabbed a trolley and only put five things in it. Had an inane conversation with the checkout guy.

Then has plain toast for dinner. Now I'm sitting here with Pip in a sling, asleep on my belly, whilst Deb naps between feeds.

Click for Bigger

There's an interesting retro store down the road from my place. I hate stepping in there, 'cause it's full of interesting shit - for example, new old stock Casio calculator watches from the eighties!

Yesterday I decided I needed a clock in my kitchen/living room. Not just any ugly clock, I needed something cool. And I knew this shop had a bunch of these old flip clocks. In fact they had about ten, of various generations. Fake wood panelled ones, models with radios. But I spotted this one - utilitarian brown, an oddly shaped case, a light that still worked, and a "seconds" dial. This was the one for me!

Waaaaaay back in the day, I had a flip clock when I was a teenager (yes, I'm that old) which was red and which I kept until it simply stopped working. So I'm a bit sentimental about them. And in fact, I acquired a really old one when my family sold our beach house about a year ago, but it stopped working a few months back :-( Ah well. I'm unreasonably delighted about this new toy, even thought all it does is hum and show the time :-)

The amusingly titled New Horizons In Violence have a new EP coming out sometime soon. Being the compulsive online shopper that I am, I ordered one on line.

This was my reply to their email about it - in the special instructions sections I wrote "You Smell" :-)

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G'day New Horizons,

> Thankyou for correctly identifying that we smell. We are taking
> steps to rectify this in the soon-to-be-declared War On Smell,
> which will cleanse the sense of smell from the face of the Earth.

Hmmm... That should increase my chances of getting a date...

> Unfortunately we have been a bit pre-emptive in our
> e-commercing and our EP's not quite ready yet. So please
> forgive us if it takes a few weeks for it to turn up. Rest
> assured that you will have one of the first to emerge
> from our secret underground pressing facilities.

Aaaah... I thought that might be the case. Not to worry, I'm happy to wait so long as it's SIGNED AND KISSED BY ALL OF YOU! :-P

Actually, I think the problem here is my reflexive response to the "Buy It Now" button. When I see one online, I just HAVE to click on it. Which could explain the five Sun Ra CDs that turned up *slaps head*

Paul J.

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