oranges in the sun

1/4 to 9pm and I'm just munging into the last of my pasta sauce, along with 79c spaghetti. My cheese, which has lasted me a good 3 weeks, has finally come to the end of its tether, its final hurrah being melted between the noo-noos and the saucy- waucy.

Luckily, I have just been home, and upon return to Melbourne, have been able to provide for my housemates. Going home- as for all four of us here, means a total cleanising of our digestive tracts. Home means long, big lunches, endless supplies to bake with, and friviolous guzzling, regardless of prices. It's quite the privilage. I have bought home a plastic bag full of freshly plucked corn heads, some nashi apples from Shakira's nashi tree, and the remaining half of a carrot cake I created at home on Saturday afternoon. I left four oranges on our back decking over the weekend. They were slightly green. The Californian ones were bright, beautifully orange, whilst the Australian ones were not as ripe. None the less, they are Aussies, and have feelings too. They are better- both environmentally and economically- for me.

It's 1/4 to 9pm and I'm still decked out in my waitressing blacks. Although I got home two hours ago, I have not gotten changed. These clothes - to quote Eliza, my 'uniform' -become indeed 'my second skin'. I don't mind, as it too means money. Oh, shall I say 'I'm only doing it for the money' (Thanks for plotting this one out first for me Pies). It's not certain for how many weeks/ months I'll be wearing me blacks but rest assured I appreciate spending time with them now.

So things have improved since my last post, yes indeed. Though it did feel strange leaving my Indigo Valley home for my Fitzroy North home so soon, once back here, it feels the same again. My shed, with its same endearing, musty smell, some unwashed clothes on the floor, and the oranges I left out, which are now wholesomely their colour. It's not so foreign anymore. Although it is still a challenge. Everyday something new, a new responsibility or phonecall, or meeting, pops up, but it falls well within my ability to deal with it.

All is good, methinks.
Until next time.
G