Ride through the Park

with bees

This is actually at my sisters house, where I ended up after my ride.

This loriket was as curious about what I was doing, as I was about what it was doing

And of course, whilst on the ride through the park before work I discovered my scooter was dripping fuel from underneath and I am without transport for the next week and a half or so.  I have my fingers crossed that it won't be expensive to fix.

*shakes fist at 2013 and mutters bastard*

January 2013

things are quiet

the usual post-christmas tensions nibble away at my tentative, timid new year optimism

short haircut lovely, but terribly similar to mothers

heat and humidity sap good intentions and resolve to indulge in domestic godesstry is overturned with a swap to the other side of the pillow and a sleep in till eleven

i would feel better for raisin toast, but it is so hard not to order eggs benedict

everything is green and lush and some afternoons I scooter through the park before work 

i pass flocks of red tailed black cockatoos grazing and magpie geese bathing in puddles

a wash of green and pink lotus flowers cover the ponds

there used to be a small animal enclosure here with kangaroos and wallabies and emus and birds but now i can't quite remember which spot where it was situated

i am tired and melancholy and rereading old familiar favourites and watching already seen dvds again and again and when i drift into daydream i imagine sad things happening

i have planted seeds in the garden

warm summer rain soaked my shoes

the breeze after dried off my shirt as i sipped coffee at the cafe

it stopped raining as soon as i bought an umbrella

(the spell check is suggesting "destroyer" as an alternative to "goddestry" - lol - like, dude, stop with the negatives waves man)