|The sunrise, at 6.12am|
I go out to get the papers, some milk and yes, croissants ... why not. The text I've been anticipating pings the phone at 8.24am. Chas passed away the night before, just as I got home, just as I was hoping to catch up with him. Another bummer of a day ahead.
These are tough times we all experience at some time. So many thoughts run through my head. A friend calls but what can be said? As has been my habit of late, I turn to writing to put some thoughts down. You can visit psephy's~ologies across the way to see that. It is a freakish moment on the radio when ABC Classic FM plays Ron Hanmer's Pastorale or theme to Blue Hills. It is QSO, St Lucia Orchestra, Chas and me all tied up in one. Some things simply defy explanation and rationale.
|Stepping out, to RED at QTC|
In between times, I have a chance to speak with Emma, Chas's daughter. It is a comfort.
|Heading to QPAC, stopped at lights, |
At some point today, the whole Clive Palmer UAP thing has turned stupid...despite the day, I can't help but keep up with the politics. Peter Slipper is apparently joining the party to secure the 'federal member' necessary for registration. Good grief. By the time I get home, his membership has been rejected. Oh, I hope I don't have to explain this next week.