If anyone checks in on this blog from time to time, I'm sorry to say I've fallen behind in the game of life and have had no inclination to be journaling the finer details of my absurd existence...
Yet... here I am wanting feeling like I should post something, it's been a month since I last wrote anything and July could easily pass without me entering a single detail.
I have trouble recounting events in order, or even recalling the details of most days, but I usually take a few photos, which are good for jogging my memory.
I won't write much, I'm still not interested...
As I wandered through the local St Vinnies oppshop I noticed the attendant taking pity on me. I admit I looked pretty shabby. As I drove home I looked in the car's rear view mirror and the phrase which probably defines me came to mind... "You look like nobody owns you".
No this is not a declaration of my freedom from conformity or defiance of institutions of rules... Those words have been said to me on many occasions, usually by older ladies who appear to be concerned for my welfare in some way and they are said with pity. The meaning being. "You look as though you have nowhere to live and nobody to look after you." (ergo. You look like shit and you can't even take care of yourself, isn't there anyone who cares enough to feed, dress and groom you?.... You need a carer)
Here's the photos.
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| Kayaking in Darwin (HMAS Darwin at 1 0'clock) |
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| Approaching Warruwi Goulburn Island |
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| Centenary celebrations at Warruwi Goulburn Island |
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| Developing the north (in all the wrong ways) |
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| Last of this season's Rosella's stewed in a pot |
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| Jasper the budgie chick, a friendly fellow |
