A new week is beginning down here in relentless reality. There are a bills to be paid, a job to get to and so on.
On the positive, Hippie Child is home for a holiday. We went off to the Melbourne Comedy Roadshow and had dinner after at The Grape and Petal. It was lovely to all be together again.
I’ve begun binge watching The Last Ship. The one were there is a viral pandemic killing the world and it’s left to the crew of a lone unaffected US Navy Arleigh Burke-class guided missile destroy try to find a cure, stop the virus, and save humanity. You would hate it. In fact you have been quite rude interrupting my television viewing with your voice in my head. “It doesn’t work like that”, “A ship doesn’t operate that way” and at the point where the engines were down and they released parachutes to help the ship “sail” to land you became thunderous in your disapproval “This is ridiculous why are you watching this rubbish”.
Then when you had failed to stop my binge you sent home your clone who sat through an episode with me … the ship is trying to evade the bad guys in a submarine … they try to go quiet and disappear from radar … everyone has to take their shoes off, stop talking and stay still … “why would that make a difference? ” she questions … and then the ship sends up a helicopter … “right so the crew have to take their shoes off and not make a sound but the submarine is not going to be able to hear a HELICOPTER TAKING OFF”. I think it’s wrong to use your children to push your own agenda Simon. Seriously, you can’t just shut up and let me enjoy some good looking blokes running around the screen being all tough guy.
My weekend also involved coffee with friends, lots of discussion about the adventures our children are having on gap year travels, first semester uni and moving out of home for jobs afar. We are all still in the transition phase, letting go but stressing a little, after all we are the generation who introduced helicopter parenting to the world.
Now the new week begins. It’s grey and overcast. I’ve woken with a headache, it’s probably a brain tumour, no really it could be, I’m getting lots of headaches, I’ve had my eyes tested, I’ve got new, expensive bifocals, god I hate bifocals, but the headaches are still coming. I’m sure it’s something serious. Oh alright maybe I’ve just got a headache.
So anyway, I’m off to work, hope you are enjoying your retirement in the clouds.