If you have a national day to celebrate the country, and not everyone feels included in that day, no matter how you feel about it, how much of a national day is it really?
Surely a national day should be for everyone.
How much does a flag really represent a country when it has another countries flag on it?
Australia has so much more going for it than another county's flag.
Lunch in the city, Indian. Melbourne Central has these faux laneways, so we take the dogs in. I've seen other people do it too.
Like taking your dogs in Chemistwarehouse.
It was much cooler today, lovely really.
The city smelt of smoke all day from the bush fires burning in the state. I guess that is probably only going to get worse Tuesday with extreme heat predicted.
I wonder how may people will lose their houses before the summer is over?
I wonder how many of them voted conservative who don't believe in climate change?
40 degrees today, what can I tell you?
We took a walk early, as did half of our suburb. There were lots of shirtless men jogging. Then we spent the rest of the day inside.
I remember once when 39, 40 degrees was reported as a hot day, not a day when we're all potentially going to die. When, exactly, did we make that change?
It's going to be hot for the next few days, with Tuesday be 40 degrees.
Brun and I walked to Bunnings, damn home maintenance needs to be done, apparently. The sun shone. The sky was blue.
Brun mastered the escalator like a fucking champion.
I had to get a flexible hose for the bathroom hot tap. I actually replaced it kind of recently, but I managed to buy one with some kind of emergency shut off, and the stupid thing has shut off 3 times, I think it has been.
So, I chose carefully this time. Brun spread himself right out across the isle, so the tradies had to step over him, not a care. No Bunnings sausage on offer, other than what Brun may have looked up and noticed.
Not that he was looking up.
I rummaged through all the flexible hoses so I was sure not to get one with an emergency shut off, or anything of the sort.
We had a quick trip around the nursery dept, Brun pissing on the plants right in front of the cute nursery guy.
"Sorry," I said. "He thinks he is now outside."
"I think you may have to buy it, now," joke the adorable Bunnings Boy. I felt for a second that he was flirting with me, but no, I think it was just good humour.
As we landed back on the footpath ready to set off for home, I could read the look on Brun's face, 'what? You mean we have to walk all the way back too?'
"I feel the same way, Bud," I said. "But, it's got tone done."
So, you know, with a little cajoling and we setoff back up the hill. 😁
The sun shone, the day was perfect.
I looked at the Porsche's in the Porsche show room and wondered about my lotto win.
I re-watched Heated Rivalry for the afternoon. You know why I wanted to re-watch it? I kept seeing short clips on Youtube shorts and I kept think I wanted to watch more of that short clip.
I haven't fixed the bathroom sink yet.
I should have got some rust converter for the guttering, but how much can you carry home when you are walking?
At least, I now have the flexi pipe to fix the bathroom sink, whenever it feels right to do so. You don't have to rush these things.
I lay on the couch all day with my laptop watching YouTube. that was all I did, it was glorious.
I enjoyed watching the Australian conservatives implode. Good job. Apparently, they can't support hate speech laws because they feel it could encroach on their ability to run political campaigns. Yes, that is what it means.
I watched Grandpa Trump slur his way though his Davos - the Whovian in me so wants to call it Davros - speech, calling Greenland Iceland 3 times. Then his pathetic press secretary came out and said he didn't confuse the names, he was referring to the Greenland being an ice land. Seriously?
Sam made me beef bulgogi for lunch, bringing it to me where I lay. And he was working.
I watched an adorable American guy, Jessie, resurrect a 1962 Chrysler 300 and drive it almost 1000 miles back to Missouri, before it caught fire near home and had to be put on a trailer.
You have got to love Thursdays. The sun shone.
There were many things I could have been doing, you know, around the house, fixing the bathroom tap, rust proofing the now rusting gutters, sweeping up the back yard, but I didn't.
I watered all my plants, though. I have a lot of plants, and they are not going to water themselves. My house is full of plants, so it takes some time to water them all.
I fell asleep on the couch for some time in the late afternoon, exhausted from the day I'd had, before Sam woke me to take the dogs for a walk.
End of my busy 3 day week, and a long weekend, Invasion Day, er, Australia Day, so I now have 5 days off. lovely.
And then after that, I work 2 days. It's kind of like the inverse of the week, 5 days off, 2 days on. Bloody lovely.
I'm sucked back into I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here, not really sure why?
Julia is so bad, she is good. Robert is just a bit too earnest, and his dialogue is still kind of Disney drama speak.
How much of a celebrity are these people when my honest response after being introduced to them is, who?
I can't help but think, my time on the D list for some of them.
I don't really know why I watch it, but I do every year.
Shrug.
I guess it is like shopping at Kmart, or having a wank, it is just a momentary pleasure that really hurts no one.
It is the only reality TV show I watch, though. Oh, and MasterChef. And anything with Mary Berry in it, but that's just because of her hair, of course.
