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May 27th, 2003 at 6:33 pm

a glimpse into the future (potentially scary)

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Hooray, hooray!! Just finished my application for the MA in Communications course which is being run at RMIT. Hopefully I’ll make it into the July intake. All the ‘i’s are dotted, the ‘t’s crossed, the signatures signed and the stamps affixed. Wrote a most convincing personal statement (I thought so anyway) as to why they should take me on as a student. I’d take me. Hey, I’m prepared to give them money!! Lots!!
I think that this course will allow me to locate myself better within the communications ‘industry’ and, hopefully, lead to a bigger, brighter, better paid future.
On the weekend I had a scary glimpse of a possible future. Jus and I were walking to a party in downtown ‘scray. Standing on a corner waiting for the lights to change, we see a bus round the corner.
“Is that the ‘magic’ bus?,” I ask Justine. (Before making the move to the west we lived in Elwood and in my pre-driving days, I would often take the magic bus which went almost doorstep to doorstep from our flat to Liz and Dave’s house in Footscray.)
“Yes,” she says.
“Hang on.” says I. “The ‘magic’ bus didn’t go down Barkly Street.”
“Yes, it did,” she says.
“Are you sure?” say I.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“I don’t know. It looks wrong.”
Bickering ensues: yes, it does; no, it doesn’t; yes, it does…..

Flash to the corner outside the nursing home in 50 years.

“Justine, is that the ‘magic’ bus?”
“The ‘magic’ bus. Is that it?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”

Sigh. At least now I might have a glamorous communications career to enjoy in the interim between these two sets of conversations!!

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2 Responses to “a glimpse into the future (potentially scary)”

  1. Kathy Says:

    There is something kind of touching in this post – I am picturing you and Justine in your 80s, sitting together in a warm patch of sunlight and crankily demanding milky tea of overworked nurses’ aides while arguing about things like What Our First Dog Was Called, When We Moved to Footscray, and What we Used to do Again When We Worked…

  2. missmarita Says:

    Oh, so true!
    Someone else sent me an email saying that he thought people mostly had about two weeks worth of conversation between them before recycling began. If Justine and I both make it to our eighties that’s a LOT of repeated conversations.