G'day.

Thought I should poke my nose in, even if it is late and I don't have anything particularly insightful or poignant to say.

So... what have I been up to? Great wads of not much.

I went to the movies, as mentioned before, and enjoyed Walk the Line very much. I've found myself humming burning rings of fire at all sorts of odd moments. If I was remotely concerned about the world seeing me as odd, that concern would have increased fourfold, I reckon. Oh god... it's catching. I have developed Countryitus, that strain of the muscle just behind the adnoids.

Had a few beers afterwards, on an empty stomach. Not such a good plan; makes me a bit silly and makes my head ache to following day. The company was very nice. I think I'm getting a little hooked on the nice feeling that banter and laughter with an attractive [read: totally out of my field] man can give me. Ah well. Wouldn't be dead for quids.

I had a quiet weekend. Guitar lesson on Saturday (was ok) and gardening all day today with my irrepressible mother. How she can manage to say three undermining things between the front door and the living room is beyond me, but she manages it. But then she works her butt off all day helping me out with the jungle out back... so I guess there's the trade off.

Only other notable thing was bumping into the ex on Saturday. I had stopped off on my way home from guitar for some lunch and after that went to get some groceries before heading home. I was standing in the very, very long queue in the fast aisle (cough) and realised standing about five people ahead of me in the queue were the Ex (insert doom doom doom doooooooom music) and a woman. And they were standing together in that comfortable, intimate way of two people who were very used to being in each other's body space. Not touching, just the way they stood. So, what to do?

I stood there for a while. The queue wasn't moving at all and I was willing the ex to turn around so he'd know I was there. But that wasn't happening. So I ended up parking my guitar and basket in the queue and walked ahead. I tapped him on the shoulder and said "Ummm not sure of the etiquette here, but I though I should say hi, seeing as I'm standing about five people back". He grinned and I turned to his friend and said, "Hi, I'm Hooch" and the ex piped up that this was Magenta, I said hi, and then we all stood there and mastered the art of awkwardness with foolish grins on our faces until I said I'd better get back to my shopping. Then there was light hearted banter tossed over the heads of the people standing between us, and finally they were gone and I stood there, wanting to turn to the other shoppers and say, "That was my ex husband!".

It's rather a relief, because I've known that at some point this day would happen. We live in neighbouring suburbs and still frequent some common spots. And apart from the awkwardness of not knowing quite what the proper thing is to say, it was fine. She seemed rather nice!

So... other than that, all's quiet. Including work. Nothing lined up for this week, and waiting for a cheque to arrive, so I guess I shall be going to the gym and trying not to do anything that requires money for the next week or so. Hmmmmm, I guess I could write [gasp] and actually post [shock!] some of the ideas floating in my notebook (not the nice one, the common garden variety one).

Guess it's time to hit the hay.

[gotta do something about this condition... where's my Nine Inch Nails?]