June 4, 2011
Endings. Never drag them out. Keep it clean, keep it quick. Don’t stop in Perth for a day on the way back to the UK from Melbourne. Perth is the kind of city it would be impossible to get lost in. It’s sunny though. I check the ferry schedule for Rottnest Island. It’s already been and sailed. I’m landlocked for the day. I wander about. I think about the Victoria all-state deaf footy team that was on the plane to Perth, drinking Jim Beam colas and VB, giving each other the rock, blocking the aisle. A sports team on tour in every sense, except their banter was in a silent pantomime of sign language. Seemed to do a good job of filling what noise they would have made with laughter though. Melbourne was lots of fun. Bella is lots of fun. She likes lamb chop bones, she likes seeing where she’s going in the Baby Bjorn and she likes booby time several times a day. I’ll never get used to seeing my sister breastfeeding, so I disappeared whenever a nipple threatened to reveal itself. Melbourne is blessed. The beach, the sea, the bay, the stars. We saw them all. We toured the park, we met some dogs, we walked along St. Kilda’s pier. Hels mixed business with pleasure and I drank some wine while she tasted it. Seems like her job is just drinking coffee and chatting, so she’ll be off maternity leave soon. We ate in, we ate out, Mum and Dad changed some nappies and scrolled through pictures of Bella, telling stories. I witnessed some firsts- Bella’s first Babycino, the first time she’s gotten sooky in the mornings, her first words (‘Uncle Guy’). Tell no word of a lie, she looked up and said, ‘Uncle Guy.’ I finish musing in Perth. I eat half a roast chicken. Go watch X-men. Sleep for 3 hours. Then I go home.

Endings. Never drag them out. Keep it clean, keep it quick. Don’t stop in Perth for a day on the way back to the UK from Melbourne.

Perth is the kind of city it would be impossible to get lost in. It’s sunny though.

I check the ferry schedule for Rottnest Island. It’s already been and sailed. I’m landlocked for the day.

I wander about. I think about the Victoria all-state deaf footy team that was on the plane to Perth, drinking Jim Beam colas and VB, giving each other the rock, blocking the aisle. A sports team on tour in every sense, except their banter was in a silent pantomime of sign language. Seemed to do a good job of filling what noise they would have made with laughter though.

Melbourne was lots of fun. Bella is lots of fun. She likes lamb chop bones, she likes seeing where she’s going in the Baby Bjorn and she likes booby time several times a day. I’ll never get used to seeing my sister breastfeeding, so I disappeared whenever a nipple threatened to reveal itself.

Melbourne is blessed. The beach, the sea, the bay, the stars. We saw them all. We toured the park, we met some dogs, we walked along St. Kilda’s pier. Hels mixed business with pleasure and I drank some wine while she tasted it. Seems like her job is just drinking coffee and chatting, so she’ll be off maternity leave soon. We ate in, we ate out, Mum and Dad changed some nappies and scrolled through pictures of Bella, telling stories.

I witnessed some firsts- Bella’s first Babycino, the first time she’s gotten sooky in the mornings, her first words (‘Uncle Guy’). Tell no word of a lie, she looked up and said, ‘Uncle Guy.’

I finish musing in Perth. I eat half a roast chicken. Go watch X-men. Sleep for 3 hours. Then I go home.

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