Regular Jean #2

Dear All

Here I am again.

Well, with the first edition of this 'series' I got away with not knowing what to say alright, but I can't really do that on the second can I? I need to be a little more sure of myself, to instill confidence in you, fine reader.

No such luck.

Let us start at the very beginning.. a very good place to start (to quote Julie Andrews in 'The Sound Of Music'. The woman is a genius. I don't care if she didn't actually write that, she should get a Nobel Prize).

Jen and I have a puppy now. We picked him up 2 weeks ago. He was born in a place called Burrumbeet, about 20 minutes out of Ballarat. He spent the first 8 weeks of his life in a dog friendly mediterranean style house in the middle of a paddock with paintings on the walls and a true bohemian lady in her sixties called Ruth and her husband Joe who wears berets. He hung out with his Mum, Rosie, his eight brothers and sisters, his grandma, his aunties, his cousins. His Mum would catch rabbits for him and spew it up for him to eat. We know this because he vomited a weird rabbit alien in the car on the way home.

It was Jen's birthday yesterday, and we woke up to Samson (that's his name) vomiting up sticks and leaves, which is his version of fish and chips at the moment. He also enjoys a nice leafy branch kebab and lavender sprigs for dessert. For a palate cleanser he might have some grass, then he'll follow that up with a weed chaser.

He is the most beautiful dog in the world.

Ok, enough of that. What news?

There ain't none, to be perfectly honest. For those interested in a new album, be assured, it is coming, all the songs are written... but I am waiting until the time is ripe.
It is a very specific feeling, like catching a wave, you need to save your energy and then start kicking hard just before it breaks.

It's probably not a great analogy for me to use, as I spent the first seventeen years of my life in a coastal town in NSW being terrorized by surfers. At the beach I would be more likely found sitting in the shallows daydreaming and grabbing handfuls of sand to make spells by sprinkling it in the water rather than actually being active in the surf. Cute for being perhaps, six, but this was in my late teens.

Awkward.

Back to music.. While we're having a break from LJ business, you may see us playing as Biddy Connor's rhythm section in 'Sailor Days'.

Besides that, we're going to pretend to be a normal family, yep, two ladies and a child covered in hair that looks like a labrador, until we stop taking our vitamin C tablets and the touring bug resurfaces in our bodies. In which case we will welcome it with weary arms and a secret smile. Sometimes it's fun being ill. ADMIT IT!

Love Laura