Melbourne #2 & Birthday Wishes
Sorry about that, I just flaked out.
So, the rest of the trip...
After the concert, we took a walk round the City centre, sat in a lovely little Greek cafe, and had coffee and cake. Then we wandered up the street a ways, looked with awe and some disgust at the spending spree that is the fishies floating on the Yarra, and then on to the War Memorial.
What a spectacular building that is. I'd never been. I'm going to have to spend some time walking about in the day time and do the tour I think.
Then we went home. The next day we slept in till lunch time, then Almost procured a Thai Chicken pie with salad for lunch. Delish, Almost, Delish.
From there we headed into the city on public transport - something else that has many many pros and cons I think... and we went perving in the city. It's nice to be able to say that we have quite similar taste in men! That was great fun!
We visited the Pissaro Exhibition, which as I covered last night, was incredible. Then we headed home, where our intention was to have an early night, as my train left at 8.30am from Spencer St.
But we did the usual thing for our bunch, and stayed up talking half the night. I loved every single minute of my time in Melbourne, and spending it with Almost was excellent. I forget what a thoughtful, gentle, intelligent, insightful man he is when I don't get to see him as often as I'd like to.
Today...
Is my Dad's Birthday. Happiest of Birthdays to you my darling Dad.
We didn't always get along when I was younger, I guess we were too much alike. The qualities we share are the ones I am most proud of, the ones I struggle most with. I thankyou for passing to me your loyalty, honesty, intelligence, stubborness and pride.
You were there for me when my world collapsed Dad, and I don't quite know how you managed to fit me on your lap to hold and rock me. I wish I could let you know just how much that meant to me, how loved I felt, how safe. I thank you for being able to help me through my pain, and not knocking the person who caused it into tomorrow. You were my rock.
I love that we have found a way to communicate, and an understanding of each other. I love our conversations. I love being able to talk to you. I love that you can finally look at me and tell me that you love me. I know how hard that was for you to do, but I really needed to hear it.
I wish you dry days and good roads, cheap petrol and weekends rostered off.
I love you Dad.
Even if you do call cats by inappropriate names sometimes...
Sounds like you and your dad have a similar relationship like me and mine.
It all came to a head a few years ago when by silent agreement we just stopped seeing each other for about a year and a half.
Then, he made the first move and asked me to help him get a computer and teach him how to use it. From there, we have developed an understanding of each other and now we are great friends, and I look forward to seeing him every Sunday for lunch.