disorder squared

 

Disorder tends to be a characteristic of my home despite my desire that it be otherwise. Today took it to new heights. I finished a double lesson going through features and conventions used in the documentary ‘Dark Days‘ by Marc Singer. It is an amazing documentary as it is an intimate portrait of the lives of several homeless personalities living in the tunnels underneath Penn St Station, New York. The documentary succeeds in making you laugh with the community, and experience the pathos of the social pressures that led so many to homelessness. The efforts of one to keep his “house” tidy communicates a pathos most of us are priviledged never to experience.

Anyway (you can tell that I really like this doco) I received a message that the company contracted to remove my asbestos impregnated fence had been bailed up by Penny, the seven month staffy cross.

Here she is, not a cute face,maybe not even a friendly face, in fact a bit of a sad face, but she’s full of life and knows the joy of just running to nowhere.

Once I arrived home I discovered that the crew and the excsavator had managed to get past her and an uneasy peace had been constructed after a couple of lunges at a calf muscle or two.

However when I went for a swim and then off to coaching I locked the dogs in the house fearful of what penny might chew up in my absence – she is still a puppy after all.

However the disorder proved not to be in the house but in the yard. What a mess, and they have only just  begun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The day ended on  a good note however thanks to my new wok once again. I decided to have a “left overs” meal. This involved sauteeing red onion, celery, red capsicum, brocoli and chilli. I added a can of chopped tomato and herbs, hard boiled eggs and coconut cream.

Cheers to Shottesbrooke McLaren Vale Chardonnay 2009.

About labcswmn

I am a Senior School English and Media teacher and an ASCTA Silver Licence swim coach. I have two children and four grandchildren, all of whom are wonderful and my life purpose is to rage, rage, against the dying of vitality.
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