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Alan and I went to see Baby Velvet play last week. I didn’t know her new album well, but I’m obsessed with Croft’s other band, All Our Exes Live in Texas, and the show was to be held in a venue not far from our place, and I’ve been making more of an effort to see live music since the COVID lockdowns. It still feels special to me to gather in the same actual, real-life room with lots of other actual, real-life people; I’m sure the novelty will wear off soon, but in the meantime I’ll just be over here saying, “It’s just so good to be here!” and dabbing at my eyes like an absolute weirdo.            If being stuck at home with Alan and the kids over the last couple of years taught me anything, it’s that I’m less of an introvert than I’d previously thought. When I went to pay for the Baby Velvet concert, I realised I could use those Service NSW parent vouchers, and so the two tickets cost me precisely $0 which felt like a surprisingly lovely gift from a government I’ll never vote for. /

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Over the past month or more, the tides and/or wind and/or copious rain have changed the shape of the dog beach so that in the late afternoon, when I like to go, there’s no longer dry sand stretching from one end of the beach to the other, perfect for strolling (humans) and zoomies (dogs); now there’s dry sand at the northern end only, and at the southern end, where I used to enter the beach from the stairs, there’s ocean, coming and going and coming and going, as waves are very much wont to do.           Since the beach shifted, I’ve started walking the longer route along a path behind the beach to get to the northern entrance, but I don’t enjoy this; it’s less pretty, for a start, and too many off-leash walks have meant that on the odd occasion we clip on their leads, both of our dogs interpret pulling sensations at their collars not as encouragement to slow down, but as direct human-versus-beast strength challenges. This is why I’d always check the southern entrance each time I arriv