I'm just sitting here, wondering what to write about, and listening to the playlist emanating from my son's bedroom. He's playing random songs from my iTunes account, and furthermore, singing along. At present, it's Todd Lundgren's sublime I Saw The Light. Just before, it was Mr Brightside by the Killers. My kid was very much in my mind last week; it was his seventeenth birthday. Now, I'm listening to him playing Modern Girl by James Freud and the Radio All Stars (James is missed, isn't he?). It amazes me to think I've grown a human inside me who emerged as a laidback, easygoing, constantly smiling baby, subsequently developing into a theatrical, incredibly funny, talented dancer who plays the drums and gigs with a few schoolfriends occasionally.
It's hard to find things to write about lately because the news is still saturated with pandemic stories. I am so looking forward to the day when we regain some of the pre-Covid life. (Now Get it On by T-Rex can be heard from my offspring's room). Folks, wear your masks and get jabbed.
So, what have I been doing lately? Well, I've been on leave. Didn't do much, what with restrictions and all. I was able to get to Tamworth and attend the exhibitions of costumes from The Dressmaker. My, they were sumptuous. My local TAFE needed some hair models, so I got a colour and foils done. It only took four hours (eek!). Trivia is back on, so the fun (and successful!) evenings I have been having with my oldest and his mate have made me feel good. I ponder this pleasantness as the strains of Dave Grohl and the Foo Fighters, talking about how they Learn to Fly, waft from beneath the door of my son's room.
Most of all, we are in the process of organising renovation to our be-it-so-humble abode. Soon, it won't be humble. Soon it'll be pimping a brand new kitchen, much in the manner that the Kaiser Chiefs are now pimping Ruby.
My leave is over and I'm back at work tomorrow. I've still tutored during the break, which has proven most rewarding. My older students are studying satire at the moment and I've enjoyed discussing the elements and questions a good piece of satire provokes in the viewer or reader. Let me ask you, reader, does a work of art have to conform to societal values and norms?
Anyway, I'm a bit sleepy at the moment. Might start getting ready for bed. I will probably write tomorrow or Wednesday about some of the hilarious stories I was able to share with two old schoolfriends the other day. These stories involve nuns, which usually make for excellent guffaw fodder (once you get past the screeching and ruler-waving).
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