The house has been a little quieter since Saturday morning. The kittens are trying hard to make sure it isn’t, but there is an almost hidden silence. It’s most noticeable when we come home, when we are cooking, or when we wake up. Continue reading “Silence”
Unfortunately, I can no longer claim never to have been in a police car. On the plus side though, I can now say I drove one, legally. I had to pick up a vehicle from a dealership, and take it over to my new workplace, for a wheel alignment. Only to find out the car I was picking up, was an undercover car owned by WA Police. I resisted the urge to play with all the buttons, but I did accidentally let out a very distinct police “whoop” instead of sounding the horn, when turning into the workshop.
Long overdue this one. It’s a strange combination of nothing happening the last couple of weeks, and still so much to talk about from the wedding last month. And also I just didn’t really feel like writing, which happens. More days than not to be honest.
I was pretty happy Emma went first on the “I do’s”. Not because I didn’t want to go first, but because she said “I will”, which was the grammatically correct response to the question asked by the celebrant. Which made me realise I would have said “I do”, and that would have been weird. Prime example on how we compliment each other!
If I look out the window next to me, I can just about see the top of the animal hospital billboard in the distance. I assume the roof next to it must therefore be the hospital itself, and in an hour or so, the people in there will be operating on Zoey.
I’d put a towel in the kitten’s carrier. Zoey’s carrier has a little pillow in it, but I couldn’t find anything better than a fluffy towel for the kittens. At least it’s better than nothing. When I walked into the living room, I was relieved to see the two little ones playing in the middle of the room. Easy catch. As I picked them up I noticed Zoey was nowhere to be seen. Great, it would be a challenge to find her in time.
I remember sitting at one of the desks at the very front of the class. For some reason the teacher’s desk is on a little elevation, as if that gives him more leverage over the rowdy teens before him. As usual I have no clue whatsoever as to what is happening on the blackboard. I always zoned out during mathematics, since I didn’t get it anyway. Sensing I wasn’t paying attention, the teacher calls on me to solve the equation on the board. I blankly stare at the numbers and letters on the board, as if the both of us don’t know I won’t be able to do it.
“PNR?! What the hell does PNR mean?” I grab the scribble paper that has been left on my desk. I make a quick estimation of questions that could be wrong. If I submit now, that’ll be a 70-75% grade. Dammit, I wanted to do better this time. Still, if I submit now, provided I’m not oblivious to other questions I answered wrong, that should be enough to pass. Barely though… Continue reading “Acronyms And Abbreviations”
My eyes look at the clock on the dashboard, as they often tend to do while driving this bit of freeway. Normally I’m curious to see if I’m still on schedule to arrive on time for class. But last Saturday I was more concerned with arriving at Jandakot ridiculously early, since I forgot to factor in the absence of other commuters on the Kwinana freeway. Continue reading “Back To School”
I remember rainy days, that never seemed to end. In a way some never did and just continued raining on into the next day, or even the day after that. Light drizzle, or maybe just enough rain to make you soaking wet yet, simultaneously making you look ridiculous for caring an umbrella. They seem so far away and so long ago. Continue reading ““Real Pilots Don’t Need Runways””