Something bad went down

in yellow house in the u town

Good day in the Capital

What a perfect autumn day in Canberra.

The Farmers Markets was full of fresh carrots, loose skinned mandarins with bright green leaves attached, and buckets of bright yellow butter beans. Lunch of papusa, sitting out in the sun with the bright blue sky above. Vapour trails all fuzzy - like when elastic unravels. Followed by coffee in town, and then a drive across the lake. Blood orange and passionfruit gelati in the sun, watching the day go by, and then a stroll around the gallery to marvel at the Rothko, look within the Cornell boxes and debate the merits of Warhol (or lack of depending on your opinion).

The day ends at home in front of the heater, dog at my side. French champagne in my glass and Pavement playing on my sound system. Things are okay in the yellow house.

Well that was disappointing

Disappointment number one is that the SMH ran the article by Cory Bernardi. I'd post a link but I don't want to encourage him. Second disappointment - they voted...

Red Balloon

The other day, we made friends with a red balloon. His name was Loon. We watched him cross a road and back again and slowly inch his way down the road. Cars swerved to miss him, little Loon had no road sense.

It was mesmerising to watch that little red balloon. We wanted him to be okay, you know...to make it - but part wanted to see him pop under the tread of a car. It was like if you turned away you would miss it.

The closest he came to demise, was when the trolley man ran over him in his big bad ute. The only car not to swerve. But the balloon survived.

Bless you little Loon. You stole our hearts.

The end

So the papers were signed, and a jug of Pimms bought, and while it was sad, it was nice we were still so normal too. Or maybe thats why it is so sad? That with all of this, somewhere under the surface is that same boy and girl.

Who knows how things will end up, and I know either way it is done, and I'll remember that evening when dusk turned to night, and the church bells rang and it was over.

The pitfalls of being an optimist

Pitfall number 1. Sometimes you are still surprised by what should seem obvious.

Seeing the big tick against question 18 was like being punched in the stomach.

Horses

What a beautiful day to visit a farm. I always tried to imagine what this farm looks like, and it is a little like what was in my head. And the horses, so pretty but so big too! The dog from the yellow house would just love it here. I love it too.