Regular readers (both of you) will know that when I'm in town my weekends tend to be pretty frantically packed.
Each day will be scheduled so as not to waste a minute. As a result, it was a strange feeling to be stationary for much of the day. I wasn't inactive, because I had quite a bit of SES work to attend to (principally catching up on how to train people in the low angle access system) and this kept me busy until about 1400. Sadly I couldn't FaceTime with the girls because of Hurricane Barry.
Anyway, by the time the afternoon was here I was pretty tired of four walls and despite the day being bitterly cold I went out for a walk. I planned to go out on the Merri Creek trail but there was rain coming and going. I didn't feel like getting rained on for fun and so I wandered through Fitzroy in the general direction of Alexandra Avenue. This took me past the house I lived in in about 2012 in my first stint of sharehouse life.
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| My old digs |
Places are strange. As I stood outside it I could have been carried back in time. But, so much has changed since then, both for my world and for me. I wonder if I would like the person I was then? If I was game to read the early entries of this blog (some of then go back to The Before Time) I'd probably know.
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| Pinnacle Hotel, Fitzroy North |
By the time I'd walked to about Scotchmer Street I felt like stopping for a break and found myself outside the
Pinnacle Hotel, a narrow wedge-shaped pub that was appealingly empty. That is, it contained only three couples and a group of young women who I took to be sisters or friends with a young child. I ordered the house red and sat at a table for one jotting in a notebook and trying to think of something insightful to say without much success. I really should try poetry again; sadly despite many attempts I think I've only ever written
one poem that was half-decent.
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| Table for one, please |
I walked a bit further but the rain came back and after sheltering outside the library for a while I said "bugger this" and turned north again. I passed the
Already Read bookshop which looked warm, but then I remembered that I have three shelves of unread books. Besides which, I can't remember the last time I actually finished a book. Depressing or what? I'd love to read but I don't have the time and, if I'm honest, I don't get enough out of them to make it feel like a worthwhile exercise.
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| Already Read Bookshop, Fitzroy North |
It was still menacing rain when I got back to the sharehouse. All the same, it was good to get out for the walk.
