Last night I didn't sit down until 9 pm. The night before, it was close to midnight. I wonder how I'm going to cope with work! My house needs a clean and the Boy, his woman and kids are coming tomorrow so I won't get to clean it until next week!
Today I got up and walked the dog. My favourite walk is the cemetery and it was great today. A wind was blowing everything; but not a cold one. When its cold I feel the hackles on my neck rise!
So the sun was kind of out and I got lost reading grave stones as I passed. I don't intend to be in a cemetery when I go. People are remembered without a place. My Dad for instance... I constantly think of him. Its got nothing to do with the pot at Mum's and his name there. It is funny little things I remember.
I'm about to drive to Melbourne to meet the Squeeze (ex/on/ex/I don't know what) for lunch at the Victoria Market and tonight, we are going out for tea with friends and then to the Caravan Club.
I often wonder why I go out with him, but I think I know why now. He and I are so much alike. Just not exact replicas. Our love of music combines us but its not 'the same'. For example, I love Eminem. He hates him. But we both love Bob Dylan. He loves Jazz; oh God I hate it with a passion. So we love each other; we are just not 'in love'. Its easy.
That's as near to working it out gets. I could go out with other people, but I'd be pushing it to find someone I like as much as him. So he wants to stay up there and me down here. And when we are both working, when I get a job its going to be harder; but that weekend we see each other is fun.