Father & Son

We're developing a bit of a weekly ritual thanks to the discovery of Baker D. Chirico in St Kilda. Best sourdough and croissants this side of the Paris end of Collins St. It's easily within cycling distance but I can never be bothered on Saturday mornings, so to ensure we get our weekly fix of buttery pastry warm and fresh from the oven, the planet suffers. Everything's a trade off.

The day was stellar so we all jumped on the bikes and rode down the bay to Sandringham where Shalome resides (for tax purposes only). Train back.

Bodhi and I spent the afternoon making heavy work of a lite task - affixing mud guards to my bike. A seemingly simple task dragged out to painstaking lengths by my apprentice's insistence on performing quality assurance checks on ever single nut and bolt. BBQ dinner.

The Lovely Samantha had another PT session on Sunday so Bodes and I went shopping at Vic markets. At $18/kilo the tiger prawns were practically walking out the door. Add to that another kilo of perfectly marinated baby octopus for $11 and it would have been a crime not to fire up the BBQ one more time. Global warming is one thing, but committing a crime?

Not me,
Minas.

Hey Gang;

With Mum down for the weekend, I did what any loving son would do - left her to babysit & took The Lovely Samantha to the cinema.

One thing i've noticed about Melbourne, it's their fascination with street parades. There was one last month for the footy grandfinal and one last week for the Cup. They might be a bit kitsch but i'm a big fan and crap weather couldn't even keep us away from the latest one this weekend - The Myer Christmas parade.

In the afternoon, with my work wardrobe showing chronic signs of under investment and over utilisation, I begrudgingly conceded to a some retail therapy. After dinner at Jim's Greek Taverna in Collingwood, i'm already thinking I should have gone with a 36 waist instead of the 34.

On Sunday, while Sam began her next set of face-to-face personal training sessions, Bodhi, Mum and I took a drive out to the country north of Melbourne to the village of Kinglake. You probably remember the black Saturday fires (I do). Every since, I've had this morbid fascination to visit the town at the center of it all.

Another evening trip to the cinema rounded out the weekend. Back in time to watch Mark Webber be the first Australian to come close to winning the F1 championship in over thirty years.

see ya,
Minas.

Institutionalised

It rained more on Saturday than it usually does the entire month of October. With Sunday bringing more of the same, cabin fever was the only real winner.

To avoid strangling each other we tried combining our love of Australian films with Bodhi’s love of Trains. So, while the rain poured down outside, we got busy on our own small piece of independent cinema. Scripts were written, actors cast and shooting was wrapped. All went swimmingly, but our little producer’s patience didn’t extend as far as post production. Still, we did manage to end up with something which is already in limited release.

On Sunday, While The Lovely Samantha took Bodhi to a Spiderman party, I used my national gallery membership to blissfully erudite effect.

An afternoon tea in an Acland st institution followed by pizzas at another institution in East Brunswick rounded out the soggy weekend.

See ya,

Minas.