Life returns to normal. Strange how it all just continues. One odd dream of Grandpa, as he was at the end, and a sense of distance, but otherwise bizarre dreams like this morning’s of being in a relationship with Johnny Depp and trying to explain to him about some ex who’d been in a movie with him and whose name I couldn’t remember.
The weekend was lovely. First, breakfast with Antoinette, who I haven’t seen in far too long, lazy over chai and touching on so many things that needed to be said, healing and lovely. Next step is getting this woman an LJ. (She is a lurker, so hi there!) I mentioned that she should chat with you about Janet Frame, jen_tlemnfarmer – she’s doing a PhD on l’écriture feminine. Then home to a languorous conversation with Brandon, just chatting about life and planning visits. Finally around 4‑ish on Saturday I started doing some class prep and marking. Popped into anachronoclast’s party.
Sunday I edited an article for work and then spent the day doing marking with sleazemonkey.
Watched the debate: Latham impressed me more than Howard (gee, suprise, that) but it’s still such a narrow debate. I thought Latham’s riposte about only needing a safety net when you’ve turned Medicare into a high-wire act was a snappy comeback. I’m glad education is on Labour’s agenda, but I think education should be free and that isn’t going to happen. The other major concerns I have about this country (refugee issues, growing homophobia, the environment, controlling corporate power) just weren’t on the agenda for discussion at all.
Halfway through, nuwishas_tail rang to exhort me to switch to SBS: long-haired sexy Spanish man, bare-chested, dancing flamenco. Very, very tempting. Watched for a little, stuck on a tape and dragged myself back to the debate. The Spaniard is Joaquàn Cortà¨s… mmmm.… yummmy.