Fool's Paradise – Infinity on a Shoestring Gender: Male (last time I looked); Writer; Thinker; Studier of the Human Condition (and chickens' entrails); Wonderer; Laugher; Listener; Character; Recent Optimist; Part-of-the-Solution Aspirant; Sarsaparilla, Cocoa, and ex-White Black Tea Imbiber (no sugar - plenty sweet enough); Twenty Eight Thousand and Twelfth Living Wonder of the World; Amateur Worm Farmer Extraordinaire and Professional Worm Admirer; Humus Assist and Humorist; Play Up; Yes-Hoper...
And I reckon: Reality is actually far better than the best any of us can imagine, the universe is friendly and funny, laughter is a powerful medicine as well as an efficacious antidote for self-importance, and the best is yet to come, despite any and all appearances to the contrary...
Friday: While the big dry has returned this Perth midwinter, and that is not good, it did produce another idyllic day for getting out and about: sunny skies, cool conditions, just right for walking.
Which is just what Bob wanted to do. I picked him up about half three at Guildford (I was too whacked to be able to get to his place any earlier) and we drove straight to Ray Marshall Park in Woodbridge, setting off along the river for the boundary of Midland Brick at Viveash, Reg Bond Park. Where Bob gets his energy from I don't know sometimes.
We encountered a 'corgi' named Phoebe along the way, a nine year old with arthritis, with his 78 year old master, Peter, who is having a kidney out in a month's time, he informed us (the human in this tale is having the kidney removed). He looked ten years younger than his 78 years. A native of Cheshire.
Here are a couple of photos of Phoebe:
Phoebe has been living on green pastures, surely?
Phoebe wants a roll, Phoebe has a roll; or, Phoebe just rolls over with no say in the matter…)
I took Bob to Swan Aquatic after this, and he got over an hour in in the water. We finished with a cup of tea at Fish Market Reserve after dark, but the moonlight was quite helpful, as was my torch and the park lights on the Swift.
I was rather glad to get home, being weary, all from doing very little except going on a wonderful walk, the best kept secret riverside walk in Perth's whole metro, in my opinion, so don't let anyone know.
Lateline: The Tick(y Fullerton) Check Mark: Leigh Sales was missing tonight, so Ticky Fullerton filled in for her. She was a ray of sunshine in her deep carmine pink satin blouse, tiny pearl earrings, subtle-effect make-up, and her new shorter hairstyle, which is very successful; I recommend she go one better, and make it a tad shorter, and put a convex flare both sides to widen her face.
Ticky Fullerton has had her locks trimmed, and it looks really nice.
Ms Fullerton had a long interview with a couple of political editor journos, none less than Chris Uhlmann and Dennis Shanahan, in-studio, to talk about the first week of federal electioneering.
Chris Uhlmann, left, and Dennis Shanahan, brought their points of view to LATELINE regarding the first week of polly blabbering for our votes in the forthcoming federal election.
My highlight, as is always the case, came when Ms Fullerton had her all things economic chat with Stephen Long: The (Stephen) Long and Short of It: Mr Long was most conservatively attired, in a dark suit, but he might have been giving an inch to his rebellious side by wearing what appeared to be a very light pink shaded shirt, labouring under a boring sparsely striped tie, whose blue shade I had trouble indentifying: was it denim blue? was it royal blue? There was no doubt with his hair: it was true blue curls and waves, the delight of his mother's eye, and fingers – she tousles his hair every day.
Ms Fullerton wanted Mr Long's wisdom regarding the soon to be released results of the 91 European banks' stress testing. Although he had a mere 3 minutes to enlighten us, Mr Long …
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