I’m over here now. I was over there, but now I’m here. I may stay here for a while, I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it.
Life is busy – I work long hours and try to keep the despair at bay. Knowing that we’re making a difference by helping vulnerable people with their pets is ultimately rewarding, but fuck, so many people need help and I don’t think the situation is getting any better. I keep hearing “the system is fucked,” and all I can do is agree.
I don’t know if that’s why I sometimes get emotional. I’ve written before (over there) about songs that make me cry for no reason. At the moment we have:
- Wicked Little Town Reprise ~ Hedwig & The Angry Inch. I’m fine until “And there’s no mystical design; no cosmic lover pre-assigned; there’s nothing you can find that cannot be found…” and then I weep. There’s no sobbing involved, my eyes just fill up and overflow. It’s stupid, especially as it hasn’t had this effect on me previously and I’ve been listening to it for fucking YEARS.
- Capricornia ~ Allo Darlin’. Pop music that, again, I’ve been listening to for fucking YEARS shouldn’t make me cry. It’s ludicrous.
- Passiona ~ The Smith Street Band. Uh, why? Absurd.
- Ghosteen Speaks ~ Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds. Ok, this one makes sense…
I’ll write more soon. Oh, Dawn & Freddy are well – they send their doggy love, lots of kisses. I’ve sold the house and moving to Emerald in early December. I have a chook shed! I’m going to make sure it’s predator proof and then the Australorps that come to live with me will be treated like the queens they are. Ain’t no one gonna eat my girls, they will live in luxury and be adored.
