bbrrrring. The phone shuddered screechily against the silence of 9:00 saturday. The lone inhabitant pitter-pattered over the tile floor and picked up the receiver.
hello?
kate, this is dad.
hey dad.
listen, i've organised a mate of mine to give you a lend of his kite. We'll need to be there around 11:00, so that means you'll have to be out of your jami's at 'bout quarter past 10.
kate blinked.
ok.

So i had a whack at it today. No, i wasn't cruising the waves. Just working the kite on the sand.
I'll be straight- i was very nervous. We went to said 'mate's' house first, where the kites were set up. It was tucked away in a little cul de sac, where two friendly dogs plodded around amicably and a toddler rode round in circles on his tricycle. Tried to make conversation with their 11 year old daughter. Failed. They seem such a nice family though. I mean, the conversation breakdown was a failing on my part. Once everything was prepared, we were off, driving down the coast road.

Looking out the window, memories stirred somewhere inside. This was where we used to live, when we lived in Perth before. I still remember the address. 5 Nunn Close Bateman. Nope, not the postcode though. hell, i can't even recall my current postcode.

It was pretty fun. Yeah, the wetsuit was so stiff i could barely move my limbs, sure developed a neck-ache from craning my head to look at the kite, sure, i embarrassed myself beyond belief a number of times (by getting dragged along the beach, and crashing the kite in a bit of shrubbery) but i'm trying. I really want to do this, i really want to have fun- as much as for dad as for myself. You know?

i don't know, ever since i've come back, i've been extraordinarily sombre. This frown persists in crouching between my eyebrows. When i try to shoo it away, it creeps back in, as though that's its natural home. curious. probably just a symptom of almostendoftermohshititus.

i wonder if our mlc musicians are back from Europe. I really hope they had a blast. Can't wait to ask them all these quesitons...about the world...

QUOTE OF THE DAY: wow, i never understood this song until i looked it up on http://www.songmeanings.net/lyric.php?lid=52068 . It's amazing- it's about the cold war.

"Albert's always sincere, he's a sensitive type
His intentions are clear, he wanna be well-liked
If everything is nothing, then are we anything?
Is it better to be better than to be anything?
And Albert's vision is blooming uncontrolled
All his wings are slowly sinking
The world begins to disappear
The worst things come from inside here
All the king's men reappear
For an eggman, on and off the wall
Who'll never be together again

Einstein's down on the beach staring into the sand
Cause everything he believes in is shattered
What you fear in the night in the day comes to call anyway-ay
We all get burned as:
One more sun comes sliding down the sky
One more shadow leans against the wall
The world begins to disappear
The worst things come from inside here
And all the king's men reappear
For an eggman, on and off the wall
Who'll never be together again

Albert's waiting in the sun
On a field American
For the cause of some inflated form of hit and run
One more sun comes sliding down the sky
One more shadow leans against the wall
The world begins to disappear
The worst things come from inside here
And all the king's men reappear
For an eggman, fallin' off the wall
Will never be together again
Albert's fallen on the sun
Cracked his head wide open
The world begins to disappear
The worst things come from inside here...