Better Dad than Son

Hi Kids;

I think I need to go traveling again. Traveling doesn't really fix anything but, like lots of wine, it does help you forget. I've been getting myself down this week about packing in the photography in favour of a fat pay cheque. Sellout.

Anyway speaking of pay cheques, ANZ's monster profits don't extend as far as Friday beers so we always put in for our own. This Friday we splurged what was left of the kitty on pizzas. Noice. It was also the start of finals footy so I celebrated by watching something completely different on another channel.

Saturday was one of those magical days that remind me why I'm a dad. Bodhi treated me to breakfast at the local, a blissful lunch at a gastro pub in Footscray (he slept through the whole thing), and then took me on an afternoon chasing starfish through the rock pools of Williamstown.

Sunday was father's day in Australia. Having not called my old man since last father's day, I thought it high time to remind myself what his voice sounds like. No answer is probably all I deserve for having left it so long. I guess I've been a better dad than a son of late.

see ya,
Minas.