garfish, octopus & falafel friends...

meeting Life can sometimes amount to revisioning the mundane. just like buying groceries & fresh produce. there is a crop of mismatched creatures from the market this morning- silvery garfish and whole octopus; one distinguished by pointed beaks, the other by soft curls of tentacles. and the everyday chye sim which i placed in a bottle of water to keep fresh only to watch it bloom by the second day, unlikely daffodils, spraying corners of the house with colour together with the granny smith green apples and clumps of hardcore broccoli we bought for less than one dollar fifty! other days, it was off to brunswick street for a greek 'banquet' or so they say with marieanne, anton and ad...our white plates topped with roast kid goat with rosemary and slabs of fresh swordfish surrounded by eggplant, salmon mousse and soothing cold cucumber. just came home from the seminary tonight, laughing ourselves to bits looking at deacon thinh and his seminary mates belting out cheesy acts and convoluted scenes snatched from aussie soaps and monty p. clips...reverends, pastors and priests who never looked so neat and relaxed in their various garbs, some resembling elvis, others plain cheery and rolly-polly on the run. the morning brings me back to my table of plenty, basking in remnant sunlight, overlooking the distant city skyline with raw spinach, light broth and grilled fish for lunch and a stack of heavy-duty books to bind another day with the quiet dignity of work (hopefully) and the blessed escapades to come...