Hmmm… not a bad day today I have to admit. Woke up at 8:00 am with some guy on the phone for Dad. Went back to bed immediately and got up at 10:00 am. I kicked around for a fair bit and watched some TV on the ABC. Just constant coverage of the situation in East Timor, so that got rather repetitive rather quickly. So I grabbed my disc-man and went for a walk up the hill. Got to the top and was fairly puffed, still the view was just as it had always been. Sat down on the grass and listened to Northern Exposure, but before long the batteries wore out, so I just vegged. However before long I had to come back down and go inside. It was very sunny, and because it was around noon I knew my skin would get sun-burnt very quickly.
I noticed that the white car was still in the garage, so Dad must have got his work car back again. So I grabbed my stuff together and headed into town. Walked down the main street to the library, but there was a lesson on the internet, so I browsed for a bit and headed down to my old primary school. It was a nice walk, and I had my CD player going. Got there and I really didn't experience anything. School term was in so I just looked from the church yard. I suppose I was expecting to get some sort of emotional connection with the place, but there was nothing there. Admittedly primary school is rarely a place of strong emotions, but I was hoping to get a little more out of it. So having drawn a blank there, I wandered back up past the council building and back down the main street. Got nearly to the end and remembered the computer shop would probably have internet connect. So I walked back, and dropped in. Hurrah! A nice big swag of email. :)
So I saved that to my disk so I could bring it home and having decided that I'd accomplished enough in town today, I wandered back to the car. As I was wandering down the street, I believe I saw a person I used to go to primary school with. Angela H*******. Mum had mentioned before that she had 'gone hippy" and had brought back her new baby back from England to Tumut without the boyfriend. So it was interesting, because her family was on par with mine with being reasonably affluent, so it was interesting to observe firsthand how our paths had diverged over the last 13 years. So, I drove back home, had some cheese on toast sandwiches and went to bed. Woke up again when Dad got home around 5:45 pm and watched Daria on TV.
Just watched some more TV (opium for the masses) and had dinner, and now I'm writing this up.
I was in the library, and dug up a book which sought to explain people's traits based on their birthdays. My birthday was nothing special, but my birth week was pretty spot on. I wrote it out and will post it on the writings page… ah stuff it, I'll post it here, it not overly long…

The Pisces II Personality March 3rd – 10th

Pisces II people are often individuals who wind up spending long periods of time alone. Of course, like anyone else, they fulfill their daily family and work responsibilities but even while functioning effectively, they can be in their own world. Generally not overly social, Pisces II's have a circle of loyal and loving friends who provide them with all the social interaction they need. Many Pisces II's choose to work as self-employed persons out of their own home or private office, and when operating within a work team do best when they have their own space (where they can close the door against intrusions).
Those born in this period have a very great gift to give to those few people they allow into their space – intimacy. Few in the whole year have the talent to so meaningfully share themselves and their often unusual interior life. Those blessed with a Pisces II friend know the joys of interacting with such sensitive and often quietly passionate individuals.
Pisces II's do not have it easy in the world. Often singled out or even persecuted for their sensitivity and idiosyncrasies, they may well begin a retreat from society in their teens or early adulthood. Other more "normal" Pisces II's gravitate towards increasing privacy not because they dislike or are traumatized by the outside world but rather because they find the state of being alone more rewarding and productive. Many such individuals are very distracted and upset by the endless noise and static of everyday existence.
Because those born in this week are generally open, accepting, sensitive individuals, their receptivity is high. Consequently, more than most, they can be prone to accidents and disease, as well as to positive experiences of learning and sensuous stimulation. It seems that Pisces II's are fated to live fully in the peaks and valley's of life. Fortunately, those born in this period tend to be extremely resilient and thus recover from setbacks which others might not survive at all.

I don't know? Maybe I just think I'm like that? Still, "unusual interior life" and "quietly passionate" are reasonably correct (IMHO)…
So? Have I come to any kind of concept of what the hell I'm going to tell Mum? (Jeeze, this seems to becoming the central issue of this series of diary entries.) No, not yet. I guess this is one of the things you can't really plan particularly well for… she now has Thursday off, so it seems that the time table may have been advanced some what… Now that I think about it, I don't think I can really expect any great emotional rewards to be garnered from going back to Riverview or to Hawkesbury. It seems that I'm not as emotionally keyed to places as maybe I thought I might be. Or maybe it's because I interact emotionally with people and it's not the environment which is so important? I'm certain of one unrelated thing though, I crave remembrances of the past. Photo albums and diary entries are just one example of this… I suppose otherwise things just slip into one long haze if you don't write down or otherwise record what was important or interesting about particular days. Not that all days will have some thing thrilling, but you need a reminder for yourself as well as perhaps for others in the future. I guess that's why I've taken on this diary concept so readily… at first I was hesitant to even call it a diary, because I didn't think it would catch on. Now however, I find it a useful meditative and recollection aide.
Got an interesting email from Soba today. I had asked her how far she would have come if I had started addressing my gender issues and transitioning while we were still going out. The answer? Probably not very far. Still, this is in retrospect, people do crazy things when in love or when drunk… *lol* it's to do with the serotonin deletion… *g* ;) I guess this is something I had wanted to know, but never thought about.
Wow, I guess this getting away from the daily chaos of the lab and Canberra is really starting the old brain up again. Maybe I should be a social bee for 6 months of the year, and then retreat to my hermitage and write about stuff for the other 6 months… what was that Greek goddess called who had to alternate between Hades and earth? Not Demeter was it? Let's check… (brief pause) Ah Ha! It was Persephone who I'm sure was the daughter of the corn goddess Demeter. *lol* Kind of funny since Soba's online name is Persephony… *s*
So what other interesting and exciting thoughts do I have to share tonight? Nothing much at the moment… I'm going to try and stay up late to watch a kung-fu movie which I've seen before and which was really cool. It's not on until 1:00 am, so I've got plenty of time…
Hey, here's an irrelevant topic of conversation to fill the time. The three little dots must be the best kind of "punctuation" that you can have for freestyle writing like in this diary page… because it could mean anything! Full stops mean stop here, comma's mean pause here and so on give precise instruction, but the three little dots are like the pauses in conversation or between thoughts, I'm sure I'd be lost without them… I guess I'm the type of person who loves the loose definitions, (probably why I use TG so much) however this is contrary to my desire to get a dictionary if there is something I don't know, because then I go looking for the definition… Mmmmmm… egg custard… :) Oh, one thing I thought ages ago but never put down on paper was this. American's don't get irony because they hold so many contradictory beliefs, e.g. pro-life and pro-gun, money to cancer research and tobacco subsidies… I don't know, I guess it's just a cultural thing…