I’m still pseudo-annoyed that Jeff pinched my Perry Como record but we both know I can’t stay pseudo-annoyed with him for a long time.

Not when he drove me to Emerald this morning for a change of scenery instead of our usual cafe for brunch post school drop off. A cold misty morning up the wet and winding roads of the Dandenong Ranges with its majestic mountain ash trees that seem to grow forever into the welcoming sky.

For all its attractive display of pastries, the bakery’s egg and bacon quiche was disappointing. Jeff couldn’t taste the passion in the filling. Somehow he has an internal barometer that gauges whether food has been made with love. That one didn’t pass the vibe check.

The op shop down the road did, though. Fernlea Shop of Opportunities, it was called. As fancy as the vintage clip-on earrings I bought that were apparently just recently donated over the weekend.

I’m wearing someone’s dead grandma’s flower earrings as we speak. I love it. I think it’s cute and it matches my outfit.

Same way the misty mountain matches the thoughts I scribble on my journal.