There’s a new thing to be scared of (if you’re a dog by the name of Maise Cullen-Heazlewood). It’s Holden’s advertising blimp which is frequenting the skies of the inner west during show time. Apparently this afternoon it was subject to a severe and elongated telling-off when it drifted its way a little too close to our back yard. This evening it got the evil eye during the afternoon/early evening dog walk – that flashing light display is very irritating. And tonight it caused a small dog to cower in the foot well after we’d dropped Justine at the airport. The thing was descending in all its night time glory just across the way from us on our way home. If it haunts us so for the next two weeks, we’re both gonna be nervous wrecks!
My housemate and I have been walking our dog up, down and across the area we affectionately know as ‘Footscray Hill’ for years now. It’s the piece of land behind Footscray City College between Farnsworth Avenue and the Edgewater Estate. It’s great for dogs – lots of things to investigate with the bonus occasional rabbit to chase. Good for the humans, too, as it forces us to walk up and down a hill at least once a day. I’ve long been aware that it’s the site of the old Footscray tip (long since buried). There’s no doubt masses of stuff moldering away deep under the earth – and it’s never worried me. But recently a local asked me if I knew that a piece of the Westgate Bridge which collapsed in late 1970 killing 35 men was buried there too. I don’t know if it’s true, but it makes sense as Footscray must have been the closest place where something so large and broken could be moved. Consequently my walks there since have been a lot more thoughtful. I remember the mum of a friend of mine telling me once that she knew a number of good men who died on the day the bridge collapsed. I guess the ground beneath our feet holds many stories of times past. I’m kind of glad I know about this one now.
It’s been a bad day at work.
Stuff is just not doing what it’s meant to.
My beeping phone makes me jump.
It’s a message.
It says “Dorry worry about it, it has all been sorted out”.
As I stepped into the train carriage this morning I was assailed (via the loudspeaker system) by a cheery lady congratulating me for making the smart choice by travelling with Connex.
The response from the carriage full of people who also made the smart choice?
(Glad I didn’t try to hold the doors or anything reprehensible like that … I bet the lady wouldn’t have been so cheery then!!)
I’m almost half way through my MA.
Mostly I’ve enjoyed it, but this semester has been really hard.
It’s not that the coursework isn’t interesting. It’s just that I can’t seem to make myself interested in it.
Not to mentioned the late-night, last minute, panic-stricken essays.
And the cold and lonely waits at unfamiliar train stations when you’ve accidently boarded the wrong train home after class due to overwhelming tiredness induced by (you guessed it!) a late-night, last-minute, panic-stricken essay writing event of recent times.
At least the essay’s handed in now and I’m safe home in the warm.