Diversions

The day was planned out. 

• Go see the physio
• Drive out to the Lost Dogs Home and drop off the unused towels and blankets. 
• Go home. 
• Knit and watch Netflix

Not hard. It's not too much to ask. 

The physio went well - intermittent knee pain - nothing serious, but we have some exercises to do a couple of times a day. Thankfully nothing is broken. 

After this, my organising head come on. Did I take my meds? No. Does it matter? No. But I do get led astray a bit more. I get it into my head to go and get a coffee, so I have something to drink on the way to the Lost Dogs Home. How hard can it be? Go to my favourite coffee shop, get a coffee, get driving. 

Did that happen? No. 

Did I run into an old friend, Trish, who I keep saying to Jay, we really should catch up with Trish and then do nothing about it.

Trish and her gym buddies have a coffee at the same place at the same time every Monday, not that they go to the gym anymore. Also, Trish, technically, is old enough to be my Mum. Only just. As are most of her friends. They are very nice people. They remind me of the masons. 

However, don't get me started on gender politics. That's a bad move. Especially when you start a sentence with, "When we were growing up..."

Give me my dues. I didn't roll my eyes. I tried to be gentle. When the other party was stating some narrow views on personal pronouns, I gently reminded them how would they feel if they were addressed as Mr on their post? Or how I get shitty when I'm referred to as Mrs or Miss, instead of my default Ms (personally, I think we should be done with courtesy titles - especially as there is no courtesy in this world. Besides, who needs to know if I'm married or not? Seriously.)  Or when people assume that I've got another nick name - It's Pandora or Panda - nothing else. The courtesy title discussion is a good jumping off point. 

And besides, who is it hurting if the person wants to use alternative pronouns. It's a matter of respect...

I think my mate Trish's friends think I'm a bit odd and lippy. 

Never to mind. 

An hour later, I made my excuses, found some lunch and then drove out to the Lost Dogs Home in North Melbourne, which is one of the most heartbreaking places I've sensed. Dropping off the towels and blankets to a cacophony of barking. I just wanted to take all of them home. I didn't see them, but I could feel the beasties. I hope they find a home soon. At least now, they have some warm dry bedding to sleep on

And that was my day. 

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