where I'm going tomorrow

Today was spent sleeping in, grabbing newspapers in the morning on the busy main street, all excitable with the hot weather and promise of rain. I saw my yoga companion and her partner, they are off to Nepal next week for 10 weeks, to celebrate 10 years of being together... it seems they met there whilst walking on a track in opposite directions, but it wasn't until they met up on the return plane to Australian that the romance was able to develop. We went up to the markets, which is always fun. Each time I visit I am intrigued by the "residents" of the markets, the teenagers of the town, the blow ins, the people who've travelled from up and down the coast, the long time residents, short term residents, townies, farmers, ferals... Mr Right was excited to spot Beard again.


We'd seen him in the pub a week ago, whilst waiting for our margarita pizza and preparing for the ascent to Dorrigo. Beard is a young chap with dark red/brown hair and a particularly nice beard (shortish, fine) that of a rainy evening, wore the ensemble of striped tshirt, skinny jeans, converse hi tops and a gothic/pirate knee length black coast. Today, all sunny and heavily hot, characteristic of spring in the hinterlands, he was shopping for a straw hat to keep him protected. The girl we spotted by his side seemed different in appearance to the three girls keeping him company the other night at the pub. Mr Right was very pleased to note that he bought a hat that was a double for his, oh we love him, he is our person of note to enjoy sighting. (Getting distracted in this post by Margaret's hiccupy giggle on the Movie Show).


On the music front (and I normally do not commentate on music) I have finally "found out" who Faker are, by watching ABC2 for serious portions of time today. Faker make very catchy guitar pop songs that are very radio friendly. I was also pleased and surprised that Under the Milky Way by The Church was voted the best song of the past 20 years in The Australian's online poll. Normally I hate those sorts of lists, they spread like cancer, they start off by being fun, but then starve oxygen needed for new creations. But I was surprised by this feature, touched that The Church were rated so highly and pleased to have recommendations from sources I trusted for songs I still could discover.


Recently I've found that Mr R and I have been talking a lot of young Ash, my youngest nephew, not yet two years old. He has a lovely temperament, likes rummaging around for things, munching on vegetables or riding his bicycle. He cooperates and talks on the telephone, seeks the company of his brothers when they are around or amuses himself doing laps of the house and garden when they are away. He is happy having conversations with himself, positions himself strategically around the food, and participates calmly in public events such as markets, Womadelaide, catching trains or attending the Moon Lantern festival. He also has some quirks, mainly being scared of having his hair washed, despite not being scared of swimming. Dear little boy.