Brunswick I

We Call them Ampersands

I have a friend obsessed with pirates. Really really obsessed. Dress up and go to conventions obsessed. I should show him this place.















I prefer ampersands.

Graffiti Men

The footy boys have moved out from downstairs.















No more barbeques, no more weird smells, no more cat escaping into their apartment because they always left their door open.



















I will sort of miss them. They were much better neighbours than the abusive couple who lived opposite and the screaming toddler who has moved in to replace them.

The night is lovely, dark and deep...

Last night we went out to celebrate the arrival of a baby by getting his dad very drunk on tequila.















Walking home, the night was like one of the nights in Andavadoaka, cool(ish) breeze, but warm and comfortable.

The cool change got the cats moving for the first time in days. There was not much sleep had last night and my thoughts turn to taxidermy. Or mittens.

I shall call him squishy and he shall be my squishy.

So often, knitting looks like marine life.

Makes me wish I'd been braver

I hung out with an old housemate, yesterday. She has recently had a baby and wanted hair that was a little easier to look after.



















She now has ridiculously cute hair to suit her ridiculously cute baby.

Cacus

Bless the halls

Christmas is going to be... complicated, this year. We may end up with one of those Christmases other people have where there is drama and the dog gets incinerated in an amusing incident with a barbeque and everyone is supposed to be happy, but no one is.

Here's hoping we just cook up a big damn meal and everyone can go for a swim in the morning and then eat until they fall asleep. And, as much as I love giving them, I am going to suggest a different way of doing Christmas presents. Or not at all. And see how that goes (so long as I am allowed to knit people socks).

Repetition

I can listen to the same song, the same album, over and over again and not get tired of it. I eat the same thing for breakfast most days. I walk the same way to school most days. I crave ritual and knowing when things will happen. I will read the same book or the same film more often than I admit to.















I think this is the 5th Sunday in a row I have been in the same cafe. Spending the morning getting school work done and the nooning eating good good food with friends.















I carved "love" on the table. It gave me a nice feeling of permanence.















And I have tentative plans to be there next Sunday, too.

Spring

is not 35 degree days.