Tonight mum made a meal that was my worst nightmare: a concoction of egg, potato, tuna & peas. Gross! I don’t know what’s going on with mum lately… it’s as if, now we are older and more able to fend for ourselves in the kitchen, she has just shed her persona of being an amazing cook. Mums are always good cooks. But it’s been strange lately, what with the saltiest satay sauce on record, and now this mixture of four evils… I don’t think she’s doing it on purpose. I think she’s just preoccupied with living her own life now. Lauren is becoming a better cook. Once, when we lived in Morningside (Morningside for life ow!), we had people over for dinner and made this big vegetarian lasagne. Really we were just making it up as we went along, and Lauren only had one task: cook the sweet potato. She ended up leaving it in the oven too long and burning it. But the meal turned out nice anyway. Now Lauren has some things she’s really good at. She makes awesome minestrone especially.
This Friday night we’re having farewell drinx for Tanya. She’s going to the opposite side of the world. Drinx will be at Port Office, which I am somewhat surprised at because usually the first suggestion everyone makes is Embassy. I don’t mind the Embassy, but really only if we are in a decent sized group. I haven’t been to the Port Office much. Usually if I leave a place in the city, I’ll just head straight into the Valley. I love the Valley. It’s so dirty and dingy and apathetic. Those don’t sound like good things… but it’s just like… you can do anything you want there. No one cares. It’s becoming a bit more “city”ish, though. The Valley used to be a lost more Valley and less City. But now the City folk have started taking over. All good things must come to an end 
(That’s a dumb thing to say. It’s such a blanket excuse for not trying.) It’s going to be fun to go out with everyone. We don’t do it often enough. Even though I will be so broke and not even able to buy one drink,
It will still be a good night.
Blah blah blah.
I’m so tired.
Saturday afternoon Chris and I went to New Farm Park. We sat down on one of the grassy bits in the gardens and watched everything. I took pictures of the dead, grey ground and the sad-looking garden beds because I was afraid to point my camera anywhere there were people, since that law came out that you aren’t allowed to take photos of other peoples’ children even if they just get in the shot by accident. So I accidentally got a picture of guy sunbathing, through the gaps in the bushes. It’s really hard to see though.
Beautiful, lush, garden bed
My hands, and Chris’ hands. My hands look like they belong to different people, or one’s twisted around the wrong way.
After that we went to see the playground, which I hadn’t seen before. Chris has a phobia of children, because he says, “anything can happen”, and he recounted a story of how he was at a park in Ipswich and some little kid ran up and hugged his leg and thought that he was it’s dad, and Chris knew there was nothing he could do, whatever happened, that kid was going to start crying. And he just wanted not to exist. Haha. And then the kid looked up and realised it wasn’t his dad at all, it was Chris, and he ran off crying.
Haha.
beebeebee! That’s the message windows flashing orange at me. I want to finish this off because then I am closer to going to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
Sleep sleep sleep.
Rosie’s cat in the jungle in our front yard