My day began and ended with friends, with a long section in the middle spent doing nothing much but enjoying the hell out of hanging out with Lenny.
I had almost no sleep last night and I'm completely wrecked now, but the day has gone smoothly and well and I have enjoyed it very much. And I appreciate that it has been the people I spent it with that made it a good day. This is how it's been for a while, on weekends in particular; I need the help of my friends to be cheerful and I am in fact so thoroughly dependent on this help that I don't even feel bad about it. I can see, and I'm deeply grateful for, the significant investments of time and effort I am requiring from them, but at the same time, it's just that, a requirement. I am needing this specific kind of help and support. I'll repay it all with pleasure when I am able. But for now, I can't do without it and I can't do it for myself.
I went to the bakery for breakfast and spent a very nice couple of hours there soaking up the waves of human excellence emanating from V, who has had a big birthday, her partner S who has been overseas for a long time, and several of their friends. Then I went home, left my bike, and took a tram into the city where I got Lenny from where he was with his father and I took him to work with me. I had to do a couple of things that could not wait or be done at home. Leonard sat next to me and drew a picture and at a mandarine and drank a glass of milk. He was mightily thrilled by all this, so much so that I will try to find a suitable day to bring him in to work with me during the school holidays. Just between us, I don't intend to ask permission in advance. I'll just bring him in and see what happens.
I took Len home then set off again, this time to K's milestone birthday dinner with her really lovely crew of friends - all women - at a kind of nice pub in North Melbourne. Getting off the Elizabeth St tram I looked at an apartment building on the other side of the road and thought, like I often do when I see a lighted window and glimpses of somebody's home, how much I would like to live in there or a place exactly like there.
Pub toilet.
Home by 10:30, now fighting off sleep, long enough I hope to be able to get out of bed and brush my teeth.
Saturday 16 June 2018
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