Walpole was empty, all about trees and laying on the couch, watching the trees whip each other in the wind. I discovered that my dog sings. She stared out the bay windows at the view while I did some yoga most mornings, and one of them, maybe four days into the visit, we were listening to Coldplay, and she started a low, gentle growling sound, and after just a minute I realised she was growling like a hum, in time with the music, a four-four beat, almost perfectly in tune. If I had hairs on my neck they would've been standing. She kept at it. The vibe was so calm and quiet and lovely. After, I was doing some ohms ( I been so fckn spiritual man) and at the end of each ...mm, she did an upward lilting growl. Every one of them. Grow-oaar. Gently.
I think she is just about the best creature anywhere and should live a thousand years.
Further, these cliches about xmas and families and stress and so on is absolutely the description. It has made me even more stoked about my friends. I counted them off a few times, and thought about what things I do with each. I am so damn STOKED to have Clairo, Sal, Rob, Paulie, Bettina, Stu, Beck, Rach, Niko, Tom and (brain-freeze don't hate me I'm pissy) in my everyday happiness of Melbourne. It is a fucking awesome treat to have people who like me and who I love and who make me laugh and don't fuck with my head, and to live 3500 kilometers from my fucked up complicated subterranean family.
I am so excited to have a great house, and a job I don't hate and people I love in Melbourne, and that I get to escape from here, refreshed, tanned, recaughtup with the crew in Perth, and ready for a better even year.
Youse fuckin rock.
posted by Annie B @ 10:43 PM
1 Comments:
Think you missed someone in that long list of people, honey? Bettina & Stu get a mention before me do they, sweety?
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