The end y'all
https://youtu.be/CIrvSJwwJUE?si=5h-M9fSr6tMmJv0E
What's up. Had a dream with Nichole Kidman in it, the movie actress like two nights ago. We were in a kitchen about to eat and I joked how people with awards for 'good' movies could put their awards in a box under the table, ha ha. She seemed pretty affable and their was a vague sense of other folks around.
I think the next day I saw in the news feed she's actually mingling around with folks on the northern beaches suburbs of Sydney as of around yesterday or whenever.
Just saw my regular chiropractor guy Jordan. He totally sorted my lumbar 5 disc or whatever which had me crippled three days over Xmas and struggling to push my lawnmower around on Xmas day itself although was recuperating before Jordan but fairly stiff all over. Jordan had a funny look on his face when zoomed in on it. Like I looked like an angry psycho to him. He must be a good judge of character. He always has such a bon hommie aire around him, very upbeat and girly man like, I'm very similar. I sometimes wondered if he was a fag. He's very handsy but that's his job touching people all day as a chiropractor, men and women. He's very good at his job. One of his colleagues, Nick, did me last time, he's a coach for the Australian Olympic swimming team. Also very competent. Jordan has been taking care of me for years, mostly as a full time bus driver but now I'm a gardener full time.
The dream with Kidman morphed from that small kitchen, almost like a movie set, although really a space in the spiritual, non physical astral world, to a kind of version of the sailing club but more like a factory five or six times bigger. There was a gas leak which would cause an explosion it seemed and my best buddy from the sailing club was doing something like organising a social event or something which in fact he'd just been doing in real life at the club, a social sail bbq. A common thing. Xmas party there was great although this particular chap from the club wasn't there over Xmas. He's minor British royalty, a splendid fellow. His daughter sails with my boy, they are solid companions, and I believe it's possible she's my wife's mother's mother resurrected from Russia, a deaf woman. Although I concede that's just a possibility and not a proven fact.
This little girl asked me if I was gay like I might be a fudgepacker so I went and took an acting lesson, one hour, with a view to overcoming stage fright in a stand up comedy open mic setting. Cost me $100 to do a one hour lesson with some guy that crewed for Lucy Liu in Hollywood, or LA, some ossie guy like 'from the Hunter' (valley, ie Newcastle area). The one open mic night I attended as a spectator thereafter WAS somewhat crass. I was taking notes which did not go unnoticed by one aspiring comic there. I believe the MC/host referred to me as an 'effing idiot' at one point.
Mo Muzak....
https://youtu.be/usNsCeOV4GM?si=JuGDVQuKzOIb1mu9
There was this shithot two seater convertible Nissan Z sports car for sale in the tiny boutique car dealership next to Jordan's, next to the Bayer building near Mona Vale road. Only $15k not even 40,000km on the clock. 2004 model. What a great looking deal.
Went by the metal scrapyard but the long driveway is being cemented over, noone there so no access. Planted a customer's clivia plant in my front yard before that with my youngest child's help. Kids went off a day and night with they mom so I have the crib to myself.
Coffee water just boiled, I just ate almost three bollos (buns in Spanish pronounced boy - oss like ossie).... de pan con pollo (chicken), fancy cheese, garlic spread fried juevo. Got hiccupy so now I'm making coffee.
Tomando cafe fuggen shluts...
https://youtu.be/xi20Si3jRIo?si=ZII2MBHUO9RGryRS
Finished my bollos prepped my coffee. So I've got to be at a long lost customer's house in like an hour. They dropped off the radar quite some time ago but had been regular customers at one point long before I went full time with the gardening. The lady Maggie even took care of my daughter one time. Not very professional bringing your kid to a customer's for babysitting but whatever. My secret service nickname for this customer is summer's day like the Francis Bacon Shakespeare poem written for the queen of France at the time. Someone Bacon had a crush on. Actually Maggie is not very good looking in a dazzling way. But a newbie customer only two months old, is, incongruently I suppose, considering she has no nickname. She is dazzling pretty though but she is very happily married and has a lot of kids and a happy family life so I just try not looking at her as she's super pretty it just gets ridiculous. Kinda like that 'call me maybe' song ha ha. Her husband's a swell guy I was digging a pit for him yesterday morning, looking for pipes. I unearthed two. That entire family is incredibly nice to me, just amazing.
Summer's day, while nowhere near in this ballpark for good looking has a spectacularly beautiful garden. Simple but elegant. A delight. I think crazy good looking lady's garden is ok, much bigger, anyway it's apples and oranges. Like the queen of France during the days of Shakespeare and Francis Bacon, summer's day's husband is French. I'm assuming the queen of France in those days married a French man, stands to reason.
Queen Elizabeth 1st did not die a virgin but gave birth to Francis Bacon who was adopted out to the Bacon family, became a lawyer and judge and helped invent the English language from basically nowhere in large part, penning the Shakespeare plays. #truth is out there, counts....
https://youtube.com/shorts/I0WHvKBInfA?si=aI72eRrAu_U0vzFr
Nietzsche intuitively understood this about Bacon/Shakespeare however my understanding is based on Alfred Dodd's book on the topic. It's very telling last time I was in Spain like ten and a half years ago I can just walk into any old mediocre museum and read Spanish text from the 1300s or earlier as if it was from twenty years ago. Similarly my French is fairly pigeon-y but I can read texts in Creole from obscure cultures fairly well, but no-one can make sense of Chaucer's English or any English from before Shakespeare's time.
Now watch my dance video:
https://benjamin-english-the-ossie-spaniard.blogspot.com/2018/05/my-dance-video.html
Or Ciara's, or both.....
https://youtu.be/iBHNgV6_znU?si=9URC-cexWJQBpqGa
So there was Maggie's garden same as always. As usual I start on the nature strip on the street. Whipper snipping first let's me recharge batteries while I mow. My memory kicked in and I remembered their small garage and the power point there, always open from the rear end. Maggie told me there was a housesitter and I did see a lady and a kid inside although we never talked. I whipper snipped all around the front yard, small black rocks flying up in concentration against my shins in one particular part along the public pedestrian thoroughfare bisecting the property. The machine gun staccato of small rocks and grit flicking up from the whipper snipper onto my shins was more heavy duty than normal and I always welcome the feeling, while slightly painful, it always seems somehow invigorating and is a multiple occurrence every week.
I just fried up a pound of halal beef chunks in garlic I diced and mixed it with gravy and had some with one of the three remaining buns from the trip to the supermarket with aforementioned youngest child. Also the baby on my arm in my video clip (Ciara's one has the roller blading guys and the fat lady). I never bothered buttering my bun although it's a thought for the remaining two (of six today). So fresh.
The whipper snipper runs along the small crescent in the inner yard of Maggie's front yard. I notice yet more news about the Russian assault on Ukraine starting around a day ago. Some hundred missiles in a volley of a day or so. They always get really pissed off when the Ukrainians sink or seriously damage their warships I imagine.
Maggie's backyard looked great but the edges were overgrown so I had to whipper snip a lot. Total time, two hours six minutes at a dollar a minute, $126.
