Rāhui Day 28 (30): a 13 hour working day. Cushla took me for a wee walk. I behaved … for the most part. Walking sticks are useful (reminder to self: not with Mr Bridges).
Coffee in the sun on the lawn watching some pretty classy shooting.
Media given $50m and bitched that it wasn’t enough. Simon told lies. Two more deaths. They’ve all been in my age group. ‘Underlying conditions’ sounds like a dire weather forecast. Speaking of which, Pat Robertson told his ‘700 Club’ God is angry with the US for abortion and same sex marriage. The good thing about being in the COVID19 vulnerable age group is that I can recall him saying, in April 1982, that the world would end in October of that year. God talks to Pat. Maybe God tells lies to some people too.
Lovely Thai meal with a couple of Bloody Mary’s, some licorice allsorts and Johnny Depp in Roman Polanski’s ‘The Ninth Gate’. Emmanuelle Seigner is also very good in this rather disturbing horror. She’s married to Polanski so maybe that was her a devilish advantage. She certainly pulled out all the stops and her spinning mawashagiri was, literally, to die for.
Meditated for awhile on farts and remembered a young friend of around seven years of age who let rip loudly in front of strangers and, when remonstrated with by her embarrassed Mum, quipped precociously ‘but kids think farts are fun.’ Yep. That simple, and that honest. Literally no filters. That was in 1980 at a theatre in Whanganui and I’ve never forgotten it. ‘Kids think farts are fun.’ There’s music in that phrase, it trips off the tongue. I wonder if she still thinks that at forty seven? I hope so. I do. My family are discreet farters, ready accusers, profound deniers, and great gigglers. In lockdown most things are funny if repeated often enough and, when indulged in, farting assumes a Keystone Cops level of hilarity. For myself, I always blame the cat.
Off to bed at 11pm but, sadly, insomnia beckoned and here it is 4.38am and still not a heavy eyelid in sight. Oh well, time to evolve my Pokémon I guess. There’s plenty of them, and only one of me.
dykiegirl 