Today, Sunday, was my worst day. Our only outing was a walk in Fawkner Park. Instead of a cheap brunch out as we normally have, and now take away coffee, we had scrambled eggs at home for brunch. I think we both realised why we like to go out for brunch. For about half an hour I sat on the balcony looking at nothing, staring into space, lost in preoccupation.
We did work on a little more Swedish Death Cleaning over the past week. I cleaned out my bedroom drawer of bits and pieces. All zip lock bags of foreign currency went into a flat biscuit tin with a Bendigo tram on the lid. The foil covered chocolate a once friend and drag performer threw into the audience and I caught went, along with the red envelope Dame M's nearby mine host gave us when we dined there Chinese New Year in the early 2000s. I kept the match books from a restaurant in Budapest, Bodyline Sauna in Sydney, 3 Faces and the long defunct huge gay Precinct 3182.
I kept one rubber rainbow wrist band and threw two out. Wearing one makes you gay, wearing two is questionable and wearing three means you are a total faggot.
All sorts of bits and pieces were found and much discarded.
Anyway, onto the mural in Elizabeth Street, South Yarra. I am not sure if it is still there. I took the photos some time ago, on different days. No idea what it is about. Brightens a blank wall, hey.
Proper camera, but the sunny skies may have helped.