Stop making sense

The view from my balcony last night was so pretty at sunset.

Although it worries me that the big tree outside the apartment loses its leaves in spring and gains them in autumn.

I mentioned it to a landscaper I met at a rum event. He said it might be suffering the tree version of dementia and be on its way out. I love that tree, I hope it hangs in there.

I didn’t have as much work as normal last night. And it occurred to me that I should probably go to the gym. Especially since they’ve just put up the price of my membership.

But the youngest has taken my car to the Central Coast for a few days with her friends and I didn’t have two bus trips in me.

So I ate some of the pumpkin soup that I made for the eldest and packed the dishwasher instead.

Then I bought tickets to see the remastered Stop Making Sense on Saturday night.

I have such happy memories of watching it during a COVID-19 lockdown with the eldest.

It’s a famous film of a Talking Heads performance. I’d never seen it before lockdown and I absolutely LOVED it. Lead singer David Byrne is incredible – his voice and energy are remarkable.

When he was singing “This must be the place” I started crying.

I wasn’t crying because it was sad, I was crying because it was wonderful.

So I’m taking DD to see it on the big screen at my local cinema. I’d have loved to see it at IMAX, but only Melbourne IMAX is running it.

There are lots of lovely, relaxed things happening in my weekend, which is exciting, because I’ve been despondent about the relentless nature of daily life.

Maybe I’m having a mini midlife crisis? I feel panicked that I am not making the most of my middle age before it spirals into old age.

I am squandering it on 12-hour days at the computer and talking to strangers at drinks events.

The words of “This must be the place” are speaking to me …

Have a great weekend, catch you next week.

Song of the day: Talking Heads “This must be the place”