Gillian Welch and David Rawlings

Last night we went to see Gillian Welch and David Rawlings.

What a fantastic night! It was almost like a loungeroom gig; smooth. Laid back. Of course, the last song for the evening was Revelator, which I love... In fact, that was the whole reason I went. Suffice to say from here on in, I'm a fan.

I'm glad that I didn't. I have to admit, I almost said to the squeeze I'm exhausted. Can we wag and skip it. I was bloody tired. Can he see we are old? We should be home in bed on a Sunday night. Then I walked in and everyone was old! Older than me I expect...

Gillian Welch and David Rawlings

The Squeeze, damn him, got it right. I'd never heard of her until he started playing Revelator. Damned idiot. Why couldn't he keep playing his awful jazz?

I'm not talking Billie Holiday either.

Think every damned instrument vying for attention... screaming "look at me! look at me!"

Yep. That is closer to it...

It is a lazy Sunday!

This morning, I got to sleep in until I felt like getting up! I find it amazing that we just seem to settle into the new normal. Last year, and every year before that; I had work to go to. It was up, shower, makeup, breakfast and then a rush to get gone.

Now I don't.

Oh; I still get up and depending what is on, I may rush somewhere, but I can count on my hand how many times I've had to do makeup since I stopped work in November last year. And it is heaven...

Tonight, I will have to do makeup, but then just a sweep over my eyelashes with mascara. I'm still old fashioned. I'm not like the hordes of youth that have eyelashes so long they could sweep the world. Half of them look gunky; freaking ugly if you ask me.

I saw a cartoon as I passing by somewhere the other day. It was archeologists digging up people from today. I had to laugh. They were digging up skeletons with fake tits and fake lips; eyelashes... Hair. And I thought aren't these people ridiculous. In the pursuit of beauty, they become someone who isn't them.

So; life is good! For me.

Time away from home...

Today I'm going up to babysit my grandsons. They are 3 and 4. For me, it is a chance to spend time with them; play games... and spend the night.

My daughter and her guy are going to see Ed Sheeran tonight with my son and his wife. They are going out for dinner first and I'm assuming they'll have a wow of a time!

I'd rather be playing with the kids that go. Ed Sheeran is okay; but I don't think he's $250 worth! Perhaps because I'm getting old - but I don't think so. I love Lady Gaga so I'm "too old" just doesn't quite cut it!

The Moodle..? 

He is fending for himself tonight. And isn't he loving it! A chance to moodle around the house, not doing anything but rejoicing the fact that he's free!!

Expenses - Don't quite add UP!

I'll admit it. Only this once. I am as bad as he is... Well, getting bad. You see after the crap with the holiday to Vietnam, I sat and thought about all the ways I could prove what I spent. But it all seemed too hard! 

Yes, I've got bank details but in reality, I don't know who booked the flights. The other one would have just paid their half. The same with the hotel. During the holiday we paid cash for most things. I did and so did he. Surely, I could check what went into that account!

I'm more than tempted to go look and waste time gathering my information. And I will at some stage and just keep it up my sleeve for the next argument!

I'm sitting wondering what I would need to check on the bank when he comes out of the study. I realise that I'm the go to for when he is bored. So, he sauntered out into the kitchen and goes to the fridge (stands there looking with the fridge door open for about ten minutes) I look up and ignored the natural instinct to berate him and instead, ask him to grab a bottle of soda water out of the cupboard and put it in the fridge.

Anyone else would do as asked. Not him. Well, he did, but offering up a world of pain whilst he is doing it.

"That it my soda water" to which I sighed, "Don't be ridiculous." 

"You're a fucking liar. It's mine!" The Squeeze shouted! Quickly following it up with "why are we wasting fridge space on a bottle of champagne!" He was silenced with just one, withering look.

I didn't deign to answer that stupid question.

Not forgetting my roots...

Some people may be shocked that we live separate finances... I mean is it normal? To be together in every way except one way? The money. Bread. Finances... 

I feel completely comfortable with his clinging to money like it was a raft. Or I would if I won tattslotto :) Oh being able to lord it over him if I was a multi-millionaire! Who needs a dancing monkey! I have one!! Step right up to see the monkey dance!

Oh, I almost had a picture then. On one of those unicycles, with his face painted as a clown (not the creepy type either). Floppy shoes flapping in the wind...

But I digress. I was talking about going back to my roots. Dating a Hunchback, although we don't have the ex-wife trouble anymore, I still have the fact that he is a damned Moodle. I'm talking about his weird idiosyncrasies (of which there are many). I just want to sit him down and say fuck. Life's short. Possibly shorter for you if we don't come to some sort of agreement!

I suggested years ago that we should leave everything to each other (minus my plants because he is a lazy prick who wouldn't water them!) And my jewelry and stuff... The same with his clothes and stuff; I'd get his kids to come and see what they wanted. Hell, I'd probably get a mini skip for all of his shit! All his weirdo jazz collection! They'd love that. His book collection! (Even though he has a kindle and reads on that!)

We have the house, which would go to the six kids when we are both dead. I believe that. We are both, scrupulously honest.  And let's face it; that is a hell of a lot more than I got from my parents. Power to them I say! Spend it. Live well!

But our wills remain the same...