I had such a wonderful weekend! So much happened. I saw some friends, I saw my family, I made some new friends, and I got to play biker’s moll all weekend long.
I am too tired to tell all now, but here are some highlights:
- ANZAC day - I almost won a game of pool, w00t!
- I saw a fantastic baseball wound from sliding to 3rd - yikes!
- Talked about rifles with an ex-airforce lady
- Went to newcs on Saturday
- Saw my grandmother for her birthday
- Saw my dad (yikes!)
- new friend met some of the fams and got thumbs up (phew!)
- Rode on the back of the Indian from Swansea to Newkers, and then on Sunday: from Newkers back to Sydney. It took us from 11 to 5. We had many many stops, a few visits and meal breaks too, but fuck my bum is SORE.
- Fell off the back of the bike at very low speed due to gravel instability on a driveway. Got dragged a little - got a thigh bruise, some interesting bum bruises and a bit of a pulled bicep. Man who saw it told me to get new friend home and smack him round: country folk are so romantic.
- Very, very sore today.
- Very, very satisfied.
April 28, 2008
I’ve been disaffected this weekend. Not merely for Kal’s strange behavings nor for Kate’s sympathies. Between them, they often make a kind of discordant dueling banjos act that leaves me in no mood to laugh.
Just a bit down, a bit low, a bit in need of time out and taking things slow. Wanting to be alone and at home characterize this mood. Though ‘alone’ and ‘at home’ are things that have vanished like vapor from my life.
There is one remedy I have spied. Blazing along the roads with leather angels sat astride: the motorcycle will be my horse, my house my home. Upon such a steed I’ll zoom - at home, alone.
October 20, 2007
Bet you didn’t even know she was gone, eh? Well, she got stolen on the weekend by some small child, who used her to evade police.
Poor Betty. She doesn’t even go that fast! The police came to my house, and I was hoping they’d catch the thief and give him/her a kick in the shins then let him/her go again. Stealing from working people, grrrrrr!
Turns out, the thief got caught. He was a kid. I don’t want him to go to gaol, but I don’t think I’ll have any say in the matter.
At least Betty is coming home tomorrow without much damage. Joy!
March 16, 2007
