A Plain White Plate

I picked up a plain white plate in the street. It was just on the footpath out the front of the place over the road.

I have a mixture of plain white plates and green patterned plates in my kitchen.

It just appeared to kind of match the white plates that I have.

So, why not, I thought. It looked lonely sitting there on its own outside one of my neighbour's houses.

I don't know, is that kind of weird? Not thinking that a plate would be lonely, but picking it up and bringing it home?

I bought it home and put it straight into the dishwasher.

I imagined the other plates in the dishwasher saying, "Welcome."

"Thank you," the new plate would reply.

The other plates would be welcoming.

There wouldn't be any prejudice happening, as the plates don't know we are shirt lifters. Well, not Charlie. I guess he'd be defending his heterosexuality, at this point. Although, nothing has been proven there. For a boy of 22 he is remarkably without sex, which I think proves he is straight. Of course, we're still hoping he will bring a nice boy home some day, but, you know, whatever he wants, it's up to him, of course, if he wants to go the other way, we’ll, sure, no problem, we’d keep our disappointment to ourselves.

The other plates would give the new plate the low down on the household being fully DEI supportive, while they wait for the dishwasher to get switched on and ultimately be introduced to its new home, in the cupboard, where it would get to meet all the other plates.

Lovely Friday

I take the dogs for a walk. We went early, to notionally miss the heat of the day. There were a whole bunch of shirtless guy joggers in tiny running shorts. There were a couple of 20 something tradies in tight work shorts, the tan kind with the black leather trim, one looked like Taylor Lautner's big brother, the other had an arse given to the world by god.

And that is all I, really, plan to do today. 

I'm now editing my blog. I'm adding AI images to last year. Ha, ha, that is the first time I have done that, the year before.

I'm still thinking about what I am going to do about work? I don't want to go into the office, not even for 1 day a week. I don't like the direction Boris has taken our department since I have been on holidays.

Is it realistic to quit work and become a writer? I wish more people liked my blog(s), it would give me more confidence.

The sun is shining. It is a lovely day. A perfect 26 degrees.

What To Do?

My big boss, The Big Poo sent a message via Boris that he wants me to attend the office one day a week, namely Mondays.

I told Boris, well, here's exactly the message I sent to Boris, 

I want to work permanently from home. I think I have proved I can do it. It will make me unhappy to go into the office.

I realised later, that she won't convey my message back to The Big Poo, she told me, her job is done.

Boris has completely given into HR, anything they now want they can have, with a side note of, how fast would you like me to provide it to you.

The Midget, who seems to have been promoted to supervise us now, under The Big Poo, (not sure if it has anything to do with the Big Poo's brain tumour last year, or not?) also seems willing to do anything for anyone, no conditions, with the required response of, How high would you like me to jump.

I wonder if Boris got a bad review?

The Midget is being all hung ho because of the promotion, no doubt.

So? What to do?

The Empty Canvas

I bought a VHS tape of an old Bette Davis movie, to add to my movie collection. 

Bette Davis made a movie in Italy called The Empty Canvas. It was released as an Italian language film, but there was an English language version. I bought the DVD, but it was the Italian language version,  with subtitles, of course, and it just wasn’t the same with Bette dubbed in Italian. The English language version was never released on DVD. So, I thought, that was that. 

However, I just recently found out that the English language version was release on VHS tape. So, I just bought an English language VHS version on eBay from American for $100. So, let’s hope that doesn’t turn out to be a disaster.

You know how things turn out, I'll get into the back of my wardrobe and dig out my old VHS player and I'll dust it off, find the wires to hook it up to the teev, well, Sam will, of course, you understand, and I will slide the tape in and excitedly push play and the fuckers will all prattle away in Italian.

Hot Day

 

Yeah, sure it was hot today, 41 to 43 degrees depending who you ask, but I worked all day in the cool, so I barely noticed, but when I went out to check the mail, fuck me, it was like an oven. I wondered if posties would even work today? I guess they wouldn't.

Australia Day

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.

Indian for Lunch

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?