I’ve been watching a documentary about Rock Hudson while waiting for my washing to finish. I can only feel incredibly sad. In many ways, his is a sad story.
He’s always been one of my favourite actors. I have a little bit of a penchant for Doris Day and her silly movies of the 50s and sixties. He was so handsome, but he had this daft side that I found charming - a bit like my cat.
I’m seeing all of these news clips which I saw for the first time when I was a teenager. It’s so scary to see the views portrayed here. The people who betrayed him. And those who stuck by him. And the lack of understanding. And the horribly homophobic ideals of the age.
I wonder he might have been like if you’ve been born 20 years later. Maybe he would have got out of the closet. Possibly the drugs would have allowed him to leave a normal, long life.
It’s just sad.
It’s been a pretty good day here in D-Town. It’s been a day out at the depot, what we are referring to his family dinner when my colleagues came and we had a barbecue chicken and salad on the balcony for dinner, rather than frequent a local restaurant.
I went to book group over zoom where we read a really good book this month. I can highly recommend Edenglassie by Melissa Lukaschenko. Eye opening. Educational in many ways. As there was only four of us there, the conversation was great.
Oh, and my cousin got in contact and asked about places to eat in Darwin. She and her daughter were going to be up for a couple of days before catching the Ghan back down to Adelaide. We're going out for dinner on Thursday.
And now I’m just waiting for this bloody washing machine, so I can hang out the washing and go to bed. I'd pop down to take out the recycling, which is banking up, but I'm in my pyjamas, and nobody needs to see me in a lift without a bra. (I'm on the 18th floor, the recycling bins are on the 4th...)
Sorry, it’s not much of a blog. I’m just not feeling it at the moment. Blame the croaky voice.
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