For the end of a bad year it’s a lovely day. I was at a wedding a few weeks back when the weather was like this – mid twenties, blue skies, no wind. That was a beach wedding standing in the sand at Sorrento with the picturesque backdrop of a serene blue sea topped by an azure sky, nearby by the jetty laconically poking out into the deep blue. Everyone commented at the time, you can’t do better than this. But today is its equal.
In a few hours I’ll do what everyone does and go off to celebrate it. I seriously considered doing fuck all this year, but that’s not really an option. I’ll be attending a house in a groovy city apartment. Apparently the apartment has been used in the making of the latest Ethan Hawke movie, recently completed. There’ll be a groovy crowd there, and the prospect conversation. I’ve got a bottle of Stolly and mixers to take along, as well as a couple of decent cheeses for the hostess.
I’ve been out the last couple of nights. Sunday I went along to a barbecue. As it turned out it felt like a chapter meeting of the local Lonely Guys club. Not my scene. I’m never one for these exclusively male get togethers. I get bored, I like girls, to talk to as much as anything else. This only reinforced by the first conversation I had walking in with a guy talking about ‘fun bags’. It’s not so much the sexist nature of the language I object to. I just like being associated with anyone who uses the word. That goes for hooters too, by the way.
Last night I caught up with Donna for a belated Christmas meet. We went to a Vietnamese restaurant in Box Hill and caught up on the reams of gossip over a bottle of quite reasonable Rose.
Tomorrow 2014 begins. I think I said this last year, in error as it turns out, but next year really has to be better than this year. That’s what I have to believe. I don’t know if I’ll have any resolutions, though I sense there are things about myself I need to change. I think it’s time also that I accept someone into my life. As an ex once said, someone to steal horses with.
I’m a bit achy right now having set out on something that might be described as a resolution. There’ll be millions tonight promising to get fit next year. Most will fail. I’ve sort of adopted that too, and started early.
In all reality I’m a lot fitter now than I was 6 months ago, and looking good. I’m happy with what’s happened but want to take it to the next level. I’ve been flogging myself hard these last few days and feel it in my legs and my shoulders. Keep this up and it won’t be long until I’ll be in excellent shape. While there is a touch of vanity about it, especially as I get older, the bigger motivation is health. My sister in her gracious and inimitable day keeps telling me I’ll die young from stress. I want to prove her wrong. If nothing else, I plan to outlive her.