sunday
we've been sickies this week which is lovely. both of us have enjoyed liberal amounts of snot.
there's a deluge falling outside on our pink kangaroo paws, they love it.
i caught a few doves napping in the half-empty branches of our weeping mulberry tree, too.
buddy the pigeon hasn't been back to his usual nook atop our hot water system for a couple of months, i wonder if one of the neighbourhood cats finally nabbed him.
gin the big ginger tom cat was back yesterday. he's a lickie type cat with a super sandpapery tongue. conrad lets gin lick him just to be polite but cringes the whole way through.
today we are going out for lunch.
i'm fast approaching 25. this isn't where i thought i'd be at 25.. though.. i suppose i don't have much to complain about.
the idea you have of adulthood as a child and even as a teenager is so different to the reality. there's all these things you never thought you'd think about or, brood over or whatever.
i convinced my dad yesterday that he has to get a dog when he retires. my rationale is that it would be a crime not to; they live opposite the waterman dog beach. and he was so great with our old dog, tracy, before she died.
he's 51. i wonder what it feels like to be at that place in one's life. he seems happy.
he seems a lot happier than when i was a kid and dad would saunter off on family holidays, leaving us with mum. i guess it all got too much for him sometimes. i can understand that now, finally.
i'm approaching 25 and i don't want to have children. sometimes i wonder if i'm lacking some kind of vital female thing. conrad feels no inclination either. when i think of completing our family, i think of how great it will be when our deck is built out the back to fill it with sleeping animals: we want two dogs and two cats.
there's a deluge falling outside on our pink kangaroo paws, they love it.
i caught a few doves napping in the half-empty branches of our weeping mulberry tree, too.
buddy the pigeon hasn't been back to his usual nook atop our hot water system for a couple of months, i wonder if one of the neighbourhood cats finally nabbed him.
gin the big ginger tom cat was back yesterday. he's a lickie type cat with a super sandpapery tongue. conrad lets gin lick him just to be polite but cringes the whole way through.
today we are going out for lunch.
i'm fast approaching 25. this isn't where i thought i'd be at 25.. though.. i suppose i don't have much to complain about.
the idea you have of adulthood as a child and even as a teenager is so different to the reality. there's all these things you never thought you'd think about or, brood over or whatever.
i convinced my dad yesterday that he has to get a dog when he retires. my rationale is that it would be a crime not to; they live opposite the waterman dog beach. and he was so great with our old dog, tracy, before she died.
he's 51. i wonder what it feels like to be at that place in one's life. he seems happy.
he seems a lot happier than when i was a kid and dad would saunter off on family holidays, leaving us with mum. i guess it all got too much for him sometimes. i can understand that now, finally.
i'm approaching 25 and i don't want to have children. sometimes i wonder if i'm lacking some kind of vital female thing. conrad feels no inclination either. when i think of completing our family, i think of how great it will be when our deck is built out the back to fill it with sleeping animals: we want two dogs and two cats.