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My kids are a bit older. Surely that
I woke Cup Day morning and instead
of rolling over and grabbing The Whale's
Tale and wading in, I lay there wondering
if my pre-waking flash that a horse whose
name had something to do with fingers,
or whose name started with 'O' was going
to win the Cup.
I got the form guide, and was
prepared to shoot off to the TAB. The
closest thing I could find was the name
of jockey Damien Oliver. Not enough to
prompt me to place a bet.
Time was spent contemplating my
obviously "Shocking" psychic powers.
My stomach growled, "Feed me".
Breakfast, and extended contemplation
of the day. My daughter's puppy is a new
addition to the house, so time was spent
keeping Pupika away from the cats, and
the cats from having nervous breakdowns.
I watched as Pupika ate cat food, and one
of the cats ate his food. Some time taken
there to swap them over and have both
return instantly to the food they liked.
I let Pupika out for a garden gambol.
The grass and clover were now high
enough that when the tiny Jack Russell
x Chihuahua 15 week old puppy moved
through it, it reminded me of the worms
in Dune moving under the sand of Arrakis.
This amused me enough to hop onto
Facebook and post it. Replies came back
from classy friends who knew Pupika
wasn't house trained yet: "Spice is worm
poo", "The poo must flow."
I reflected that a lifetime of reading
had brought me to this -- pop culture
references to a classic science fiction tale of
environmentalism and water conservation
allied with poo jokes. I bet Jane Austen
never had these moments. I bet none
of her friends ever said: "It is a truth
universally acknowledged that a single
man in possession of a good fortune
must be in want of a poo."
The morning was half over by the time
I'd showered, made the bed, rounded
up the wayward Pupika, put on a load of
washing, and dragged myself off hotmail,
Facebook, and Livejournal. Then it was
time to round up Pupika again, do a bit
more housework, and contribute to the
"30 Poems in 30 Days" website.
Lunch was nutritious dry biscuits,
and cheese, with grapes, and cherry
tomatoes. The slack woman's lunch.
My daughter engaged me in long,
convoluted dialogue about her plans to
move out and purchase a second puppy.
A friend popped over to watch my rented
dvd of The Third Man. It was impolite to
leave him on his own, so I watched with
him. When he left, it was finally time to
open Edwina's book.
I read five pages and was just starting
to get interested when the mysterious
signal to the universe must have flicked
on again. A girlfriend arrived from an
unsuccessful date and needed chick flicks,
gossip and much discussion about dud
dates, and men in general. Moonlight and
Valentino and part of Gentlemen Prefer
Blondes later, she went home and it was
book time again.
Except that I realised the washing was
still in the machine, I hadn't done my
dinner dishes, the cats needed placating,
and Pupika was whining for attention.
Daughter had long since departed for an
evening at her boyfriend's house. No yoga
practice had been done, so I gave half
an hour to that and managed to pretzel
myself into a decrepit version of Half
10pm at night, I was in bed with the
book. I finally got into Uki's story of life
aboard a spaceship built for whales and
dolphins. Fifteen pages later, I was asleep
with the book on my chest, one cat
wedged against my hip, and the night
light still burning.
Huh? What happened? Do I really
have the attention span of a gnat, so that I
can't settle with a book any more?
It's a mystery to me how my life
has changed so much that washing and
dishes come before a book. Who is this
hausfrau? I shake my head.
Today, for sure. I have The Whale's Tale
here beside me. Today, I will read it. The
sun is shining, the house looks kind of
reasonable, and my daughter is home to
supervise the dog.
Yet, it's already 10am. I've woken,
checked hotmail, Facebook, Livejournal,
and written this article. Any second now,
I'll get up, get dressed, have brunch. I
will dye my hair, arrange for someone to
mow the lawn, brush the cats, hang some
washing, do some dishes, and perhaps
even toss away something off the kitchen
The Whale's Tale awaits and I truly
want to read this wonderful book by a
Today, for sure. Great Mystery, I
appeal to you. Help me carve out precious
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