TRAVEL DIARY

A weblog regularly updated by Jodi Rose.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

9:37 AM
Posted by jodi rose

Stanmore is like the country. Well compared to Darlington aka Redfern anyway. Birds singing - and not that confused psychotic nightingale that's taken up serenading us at midnight - roses blooming, wide empty streets with no human traffic, or kids dropping by. It's weird. Not used to this silence.
Something about the endless stream of uni students and people walking to work down wilson st that is strangely comforting, the human presence.
Watered the roses this morning. Reminded me of childhood, mum always grows roses. Not that I ever watered them before. She would be astounded. No, it's taken a nomadic mid-career crisis to spark an interest in gardening and to see anything other than 'green' when I look at plants. Shockin' I know.
Cute, in the movie last night the dominatrix is hankering for a house and garden, the lifestyle is getting to her. No matter what you do, it all becomes normal in the end. Lisa's brother Tony dropped in on his way to the airport the other night, and told me he'd written a letter in response to someone who was trashing me about my comment 'I'm as normal as the next person'. Very sweet of him, but what they didn't get was that no-one ever is normal. Really. Deep down, we're all a little strange and fucked up. it's just the veneer that keeps things nice. And when it cracks or slips or disappears entirely, well, that's when you get actual connection.
All the clocks in this house are set to different times. The one in the study says 5.35PM, the oven claims to be 2.35AM and the bedside table has the actual time. Can't work out if there's a method to it, are we cooking in Crete and working in New York perhaps?
Could look up my friends at timeanddate.com to check but really, who can be bothered. It's good just to be in the one timezone for a while. Now for the moment of truth, listening back to that EQ and mix to find out just how it really sounds. Ears got fuzzy.