Very superstitious

It’s like an angry shareholder meeting inside my head most of the time. There are so many questions, crazy ideas and recriminations, coupled with fears, hope, panic and outrage …

These are just a few of the thoughts I had on Saturday night, during my drive home from DD’s place …

How did Stevie Wonder go from writing “Superstition” in 1972 to “I just called to say I love you” in 1984?

How did my youngest child get old enough to go camping with a friend for the weekend before hitting the study books for the trial HSC?

What were the odds of meeting two strangers at dinner – one who is peacefully co-parenting her six-year-old daughter and is friends with her ex-husband’s new partner; the other who has been through hell to see their child?

I loved that the first stranger was delighted (rather than angry, threatened or jealous) that her daughter had asked the new partner to be her stepmother.

I hated that the ex-partner of the other stranger acted in completely and cruelly the opposite manner, cutting off access to their daughter.

I get so cranky about exes who use their kids as weapons.

Should I go on the Rock the Boat 2024 cruise to Noumea? It sounds like it will be Red Hot Summer At Sea and surely this time the ship won’t catch on fire.

Damn I wish that every time I drive through Seaforth I didn’t think of a really horrible person who lives there.

Where should I have lunch on July 22?

Did I make a mistake getting box tickets rather than stalls seats for Tim Finn?

I wish my car wouldn’t tell me to check the back seat after I’ve driven along the haunted Wakehurst Parkway.

And then the police arrived …

Well, they race up behind me on the Spit Bridge with their flashing lights and I had that irrational panic that we all do that they would discover hash cookies in my glovebox and life as I have known it would end …

But I just nervously moved into the left hand lane and they raced past me. Anti- climax.

OK, maybe that’s not how everyone’s thought processes go.

Anyways, my favourite part of the weekend was DD cooking a couple of steaks on his barbie to eat while we watched clips from live gigs on TV.

There were all these fabulous ones from Hunters & Collectors and INXS concerts.

This sounds a bit biblical, but Michael, Darren, Robert and John why didn’t we go and see more live gigs in the 1980s? I even regret not coming with you all to see Dire Straits in Sydney.

And I was this many years old when I discovered there’s an iconic music event called the Isle of Wight Festival.

I am so dirty to have missed all the iterations of it since it kicked off in the year that I was born, 1968.

The 2023 festival was held last month and the acts included Pulp, The Chemical Brothers, Robbie Williams, The Human League, Manic Street Preachers, Echo & The Bunnymen and Blondie.

We also watched a bit of Glastonbury on the tellie and I’m having trouble unseeing Blondie performing there …

I swear, if I win the lottery that I’m not entered into I will go on a world tour to watch gigs. This year is filled with corkers. Natalie Merchant is touring! The Pretenders are touring! Peter Gabriel is touring! The list goes on.

I am also regretting not spending my kids’ inheritance on tickets to Pink’s Aussie tour because, far out, she was bloody remarkable at Isle of Wight Festival in 2010, spinning around and singing at the same time.

And don’t get me started on how incredible she was at The Grammys in 2010, doing acrobatics above the audience in a swathe of fabric.

We decided not to see her because tickets to her new tour were $900 …

Jaysus, how did that become a thing?

Must. Buy. Lottery. Tickets.

I hope there was lots of good luck and fun in your weekend.

PS The roadworks are back out the front of my apartment and they just went all night again … pray for me.

Song of the day: Stevie Wonder “Superstitious”