Monday, 27 August 2007

home

I'm going home tomorrow evening for a few days, back to my home town that is. Going home is always something of an emotional rollercoaster for me (and I guess most people). I'm sure if I went more often it would be less of a big deal, but I don't go so often largely because it is always big deal (although I always cite expense and lack of time as the reasons). I always feel kinda nostalgic and sentimental before going back but inevitably full days with family makes me grumpy and irritable. I often leave in a melancholy fug, feeling guilty and annoyed at myself that I wasted time not being cheery, given I'm not sure how long it will be before I see them again.
This time I think (hope) it will be better, since I know I'll be back again for Christmas which isn't too far away, and my parents are not making such a drama about it (although perversely, but naturally, thats rather disappointing, don't they appreciate me making the effort to come and see them?).
so, I'm quite looking forward to it, a few beers with Dad, hanging around in Mum's kitchen, dinner and gossip with old friends, cause to wear my winter coat and revelling in being present in the fantastic city of Melbourne.

Saturday, 25 August 2007

the bat

Not so recently a bat was killed by the powerlines in our street. It took a considerable amount of time before the poor thing came unhooked from the wires and fell down to the ground. This, according to learned colleagues of mine, is a very common occurrence because bats are very clever and as such their claws are clamped shut when the muscles are relaxed, to avoid them having to expend huge amounts of energy on tightening muscles when they sleep hanging from trees etc, as they do. Therefore once dead its very difficult to loosen their grip on something like a wire. Anyway, coming back to the point, once he’d eventually fallen from the wires he was left lying in the gutter. After some stormy days he is now outside our house in the gutter. I wonder, is it acceptable for me to sweep him up and put him in the bin? I mean bats are pretty cool creatures and binning him is somewhat insulting and kinda devalues his life, but surely its better than lying in the gutter? I guess the only alternative is digging a hole and burying him, but that seems like going too far for a long dead disintegrating bat. Besides I don’t have a shovel.

Friday, 24 August 2007

start over

I've been contemplating giving up on this blogging malarky, and when the host of my blog said they were shutting down in a few weeks, I guess it was the perfect opportunity with the perfect excuse. but somehow, despite the fact I'm totally hopeless at keeping up with this, I can't let go. I blame my mother who never allowed me to give up on anything as a child, but thats a whole other kettle of psychoanalyst fish. So, here I am setting up a new blog, which may or may not be more successful that the last one. wonder if I can figure out a way to put in all the old posts without copying pasting them individually, to beef this one up and make me look more productive.