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My Lunch

Bacon frying in its own grease

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Do you know what I had for lunch today? Of course you flipping don’t. If people already knew what I ate for meals, then there really would be no reason at all to have a blog.

I had a mixed grill. That’s right, the classic staple of the pub counter meal, a mixed grill. It consisted of a sausage, a chop, a rasher of bacon, cubby chips, and a green salad on the side. The only thing missing was a glass of beer and some old gimmer using one of those devices pressed to his throat to order a shandy at the bar.

All of this was not, as you might imagine, in a pub but in the staffroom since a class had cooked the meals. All the same, it was both a nostalgic and tasty experience.

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As a child, Tabitha would hold a magnifying glass – the one from her brother’s science kit – over ants on a summer’s morning and wait for the tiny, satisfying pop that they made. As an older teenager, she looked back and recognised herself as a nascent feminist.

As as adult, she bristled when people blamed fires on her.  “It’s bloody unfair,” she thought. “They hate me.”

As she walked from the room, a thin wisp of smoke snaked up from the crumpled paper in the rubbish bin.

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Tuesday

SMITHTON, AUSTRALIA - MAY 19:  Sun shines thro...
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This morning, with a view towards my trip to Tasmania, I pulled my old anorak out of the cupboard and found three-and-a-bit dollars in there. It’s one of the nice things about living in a quiet street. Of, if that isn’t, then it is nice to ride my bike slowly down the middle of my street with impunity, like a fool. Speaking of the foolish, it may be be incumbent on me to tolerate them, but that’s as much as I feel like achieving on that front.

All of which brings us to twenty past seven.

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Today was, just in case anyone happens to be interested, a pretty good day at school. I did my work. My students did theirs. I managed to get along with my fellow staff members.

It might sound trite, but these are really all things that I want out of your average kind of day.

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“Dad, I am not a statue to be looked at.”

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The Swans

As we were at a playground this morning, we saw what seemed to be a family of swans. There are swans in the creek near out place, too, but they disappeared for the worst of the drought.

It’s nice to see swans, They feel a bit more exotic than the various little birds and ducks.

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Being Brown

Nicky noticed that Indiana Indiana has a lump on her side so they went off to the vet today. The vet thinks that this lump is cancerous and they’ll do a proper test during the week. As it is with these things, it could be terrible news or it could be relatively minor.

I certainly hope that it is minor and we have our pointy, brown friend with us for a while yet. it might be a very common name for a dog, but you just don’t find a dog like our Indiana every day.

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Joss: Live

Thanks to the incredible thoughtfulness of Kristen, I unexpectedly got a ticket to hear Joss Whedon speak at the Melbourne Writers’ Festival. This session at the Melbourne Town Hall was billed as a keynote, but in reality it was just over an hour of question and answer, first with questions from an academic from LaTrobe University and then with questions from the audience.

Whedon himself was warm and interesting, although I did find that his habit of being self-depreciating got in the way of fully answering some of the questions. Still, it was a lovely experience and I was really happy to be there.

On a side note, it’s been years since I walked across the city at night, and I was surprised by just how many people were on the street at nine o’clock and then at eleven. I walked about five blocks and each and every street had steady foot traffic.

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Pitter Patter

Last night as I was doing some tidying up in the garage, I made a pile of dusty, faded or slightly battered baby toys that I found. As I bundled them up for the op-shop, I realised that neither Finn or Leila are babies any more and I felt a twinge of sadness.

I am not even sure why I felt this way. I just love our kids more every day and I wouldn’t wish for them to be babies again. Still the realisation that our baby days are behind us was a strangely poignant moment.

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