My life doesn't often get busy in ways that take me outside my usual routine (though the usual routine is pretty busy), but this week has been flat out in the kind of way that means I've barely a few minutes to glance at email each day. (That's the litmus test for busyness in my life, as I'm sure all you other computer-users will relate to.) (I live with someone who barely ever goes on a computer, so I'm aware that having some of my mind in virtual reality is a particular type of reality.)
Long time no blog, etc, etc.
We live in the municipality with one of the highest (if not the highest) average incomes in Australia.
Thanks for still reading my blog even though I hardly ever post and my posts are a bit distracted.
Actually, I've been away for a short holiday in Adelaide, or more accurately for most of the time, in the Adelaide Hills.
I was looking for pictures of my friend and don't seem to have any scanned in to the computer, but I did come across one which was taken to 'advertise' our party - it's me pretending to throw myself onto a knife out a window. There's so much talk in the media these days about the prevalence of suicide, but back then (late 70s) it appears that we could more innocently make fun of it...
...committed suicide last year. I only found out this week, which shows how completely out of touch we were. In fact I last saw her over 10 years ago. But in the 70s and early 80s, we were good friends. Such good friends that we spent a month travelling in New Guinea together and a month travelling through Indonesia. We lived in three different households together. When I think about her, I can easily bring to mind her voice, her wry smile, her hair, the little laugh as she spoke, the determined way in which she walked across a room, the busyness as she cooked ... I knew her very well, then.
I've heard that having renovations done is hell and now I can vouch for that first-hand. And not a tool has even been switched on yet. In fact, the builders haven't even been chosen. And that's the problem.
A For Sale sign has gone up on the nearby house whose dog barks with loneliness day in, day out.
(Though I suppose there's no relief in sight for the dog.)
(And I guess there could be an even worse occupants in store for us, but let's cross that neighbourhood bridge if we come to it.)
Tonight I had a telephone call from a friend which began, "I have some bad news".
There was a large grasshopper on the wall of our bedroom.
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