Ponderings for Today

I am officially the mother of another adult, and I'm not quite sure how I feel about that. He's still at school, and I still make his lunch. However, on Saturday night we went out to dinner to celebrate his eighteenth, and I took a great glee in sending him to the bar to buy a round of drinks. It's something of a Hallmark moment, this business of watching your kid buy a round of drinks at the bar for the first time. I didn't film it and upload the footage to my socials, but only because I'm not quite that vacuous. What I did find interesting was the crowd at the pub. I haven't been in this particular pub for a very long time, but I recognised the clientele - however, the last time I saw them they were getting on the bus to go to primary school!

I had a very busy weekend, doing things I like (for a change). It was a bit like those heady days before I had children. I shopped for jeans, I went out for dinner, and on Sunday morning prepared soup with my own homemade stock.  Sunday afternoon I attended a screening of Rocketman with my fourteen-year-old, who loves glamorous and flamboyant Seventies artists (he's also a huge Queen fan). We both enjoyed the movie.

My own writing is on the backburner at the moment because I've been carrying out writing jobs on Air Tasker, but not to worry because it is earning me income and making me feel like a more legit writer every day.

I worked most of today, but the only think I really noticed in my newsfeed is that there is supposedly another sex tape involving NRL players doing the rounds. I want to know why we care about this? I'm not judging the participants, NRL players or otherwise. From what I can gather, the act involves two men and a woman. Hey, if they're all consenting adults, then who gives a good goddamn what they're doing?  For the record, I don't understand WHY any woman would engage in sexual congress with NRL players. From what I have observed, they have the appeal and manners of  gorillas (and I would not be surprised to learn some of them have actually climbed a tree and flung their own crap around). I'm so over seeing the word 'scandal' in the same headline as 'NRL players' and 'sex'. Like I said, I don't CARE about NRL players because I find football about as interesting as watching a dog turd dry out and bleach in the sun. I have absolutely no issue with consenting adults banging each other. It's not illegal, and nobody else's business. My issue is with the grub who shared the footage. However, if I was on the news desk, I would roll my eyes, and just scowl, 'Wow. People fucked. Big whoop. Next item, please...'

Oh - my upcoming novel Howling on a Concrete Moon should be uploaded for print next week. Watch this space.