infloresence

Oh my god I joined a union!

United Voice - www.lhmu.org.au

Fees are $20 a fortnight but as a person with ongoing disability issues working in an industry famous for fucking workers over, it's a smart and timely move.

And here is a picture of some fish shaped watercolour sprayed windsocks my k-2 kids made this week.

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Sometimes it's nice to take ten minutes out to pick up a Kipper and cradle him and dance to Lykke Li and fall in love with your grey man all over again.

Even if he does eat needles. And obliterate your savings.

But let's dwell on the love.

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At Tafe.

My teachers are seriously wonderful. I am tired, over wrought, have not had enough quality time with David due to his mother being in town and moving, and so I missed several assignments or fucked then up. They graciously told me to redo them and not worry.

I find Tafe and assessment schedules overwhelming and confusing because they are not very linear.

I also am Relief Coordinator of my centre tomorrow and have to program for 110 kids with a six am start that ends at six pm. Easter now please thanks??

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Just a reminder that Happy Little Vegemites bookclub is on next Sunday at 2pm.

Please let me know if you intend to come.

As usual, bring a kids book you want to read. There will be cake :)

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I feel alone all the time. I know I am loved and have community and boundless helpings of friends.

But I always feel alone and have done since J and I split.

Just that sense of being in it on your own and great stretch of space looming between you and other humans; and some days, not knowing how to reconcile that.

I miss being unhealthily enmeshed. I never felt alone.

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There is a gstring in the middle of the wet pavement on the corner of Market and Pitt street. It lays there, glistening, while people wait for lights to change so they can cross. All around the world is a blurry flounce of engine exhaust and overheard conversations. I cradle my hipster device like a very small palm sized child, and in the distance I hear a hoarse scream, drawn and long, a tearing belly sound from the churn of George street. I don't look up immediately.

Sydney has finally absorbed me.

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