Here I am Sunday morning, snuggled up in bed, on the aftermath of the Australian federal election. It is cold, which matches the mood of the electorate towards our beloved scumbags. Thank God for laptops, and thank God for wireless!
I’m not here to talk about politics, politicians, laptops or wireless. I am here to talk about shit. Incidentally, I have a politician in the family now, but I am not saying who, or giving you any clues 
Now if only John Howard, who has been quiet since he was deposed, would go away and suck on something big, and Tony Abbott go away and do some muscle stretching….
Anyway, I finally picked up a copy of the book, Tuesdays With Morrie. I heard so much about it, that I took the plunge and bought myself a copy. I was blown away. The narrative was straight forward and the prose was simple and spare. Once I started reading I was hooked. The relationship between the author and his old professor, was a familiar one. When the author wrote about his time with his old professor, it struck me that he could have been talking about my relationship with Mountain Man.
I was going to pen my thoughts the book inspired, but I am all psycho babbled out. Take my word for it, Tuesdays With Morrie is well worth reading, and if you are dying to know what my relationship with Mountain man is like, this book will give you a clue.
Instead, I have decided to write about that subject of great social and cultural import, “Nothing In Particular”. An important subject that was inspired by the day I spent with Soul Sister
I found myself with a spare Saturday [that is yesterday], and with Soul Sister being in Sydney this weekend, with a spare Saturday [again, that is, yesterday], I thought, “Why not us two chickadees hang out?” and she replied, “Why not indeed! It’s better than staying cooped up inside peeling grapes!”
Hence the title of this post, Saturday With Noreen.
We met in the city, feeling flat out and spare, but glad to see each other. Hugs and kisses started the day, and then we went for coffee to park our arses and mull over the same old shit, while we shake our heads and mutter, “People!”
Then we went shopping, or sharping, as they say in the US of A! Where did we go? All over town. What did we buy? Cheap shit made in China! Did we shoot the shit some more? Of course we did! Where did we shoot some more shit? At Gloria Jeans coffee shop in Newtown [Google it, it’s in Sydney] over shit coffee and shit cake!
To summarise the shit we dug, we talked about the people in our lives and called “Bullshit!” A pox on you all. Point, point, POINT!
I know it sounds depressing, and you probably think we could have done something more constructive with our day, such as peeling grapes, but you can’t peel grapes and drink coffee at the same time. it has to be one or the other.
Still, I am pissing myself laughing, and I hope that you learnt something from all this. My life does not revolve around you!
