weekend of mystery and spookiness

Two things:

1. Both April and Julia Gillard predicted the drawn grand final. I asked April who would win the GF and she said, 'No-one'. It came true. Julia made more of a joke about it being a draw, but spooky anyway.

2. I was talking on the phone with someone about Molly Meldrum's production of The Real Thing, we were trying to figure out what he did in the studio. I said I figured it was probably a case of Molly trying out ideas on the engineer and the engineer advising what was practical. I said I though the engineer was John French (and at the same time I was thinking, or is that Captain Beefheart's drummer's name?). My conversant said 'Yes I've heard that name'. Later I decided it was probably John Sayers not John French. Anyway within hours I was sitting out the back in the same chair as I was when I was on the phone and someone said they'd been reading a book by John French, the drummer in Captain Beefheart's band.

What next! Exciting!!!

bile duct

Millie has not been well, and in fact spent a couple of days under observation at the Broadmeadows vets this week, she probably has a bile duct blockage and this has sent her liver into overdrive yet curiously also underperformance, as I understand it. She hasn't eaten much the last week and a bit and has lost a lot of weight. She doesn't seem to be in pain or feeling ill seemingly though she is quite sooky.
We took the plunge the other day and decided to arrange for delivery of another beagle, to be known as Barry (after our heroes Obama, Jones, Humphries and McKenzie). This is not because we expect Millie to die next week, she has a few good years left in her, but we consider she will be a good stabilising influence on a young dog, as she has been on Charlie.

frustrating!

waiting

This is what's to my left, or rather, what you would see if you were facing me right this instant, well, I suppose you would have to be crouching a bit or sitting down, because it's kind of laptop height and the laptop's on a lap. I am waiting for the 401 and it has not yet come. I don't remember it ever taking this kind of immensely long time (2-3 mins so far) so you can imagine my intense ennui at being made to wait. I am sort of imagining that the one that does come will be so immensely amazing, it will be kind of a business class version, to make up for the extraordinarily long - now 4-minute - wait.
Wish me luck

all after the piano

20 april 1921. Exactly 44 years later I was born. A coincidence? I think not.

north melbourne station