Paul was 20 yesterday and Flynn is 19 today.
May has been a crazy mess of birthdays and walking long distances and gigs and st barnabas burning down and hyperactive youth and heightened emotions and Jeremy’s AM radio and pho and broken hearing aids and slow days at work and Relient K and frenzied academic journal reading and high school friends and people going out (Jason from Geography is engaged!).
I have enjoyed May.
June is going to be a crazy mess of assessments and gigs and errands have have been waiting for months to be run (like getting a medicare card and going to the bank and the credit union and booking an orthodontist appointment and a driving test and getting my bike serviced). I feel like my life is the small writing on the Ancon banner (BOOK BLACKSTUMP ASAP!).
At the end of June is the holidays. I have never ever ever wished for the holidays this much in my life.
Last night we raced a train to Penrith, and lost.
There is lots of work to do this week but still time for gigs:
Jon Reichardt on tuesday
Sounds Like Chicken and Wishful
Thinking on friday and saturday
I am going to make it to the end of stuvac without having to uninstall freecell from my computer. Here goes…