I must go down to the beach again...
... to the lonely sea and the sky. I left my vest and socks there - I wonder if they're dry (Thank you, Spike Milligan). I enjoyed my time on the beach so much yesterday (at least when my eyes were open) that I thought a replay was called for today. Bigger towel this time and the company for a wee while of the bloke downstairs. He's from Hawaii and announced that the water was a bit chilly as I struck out for my getting-to-be-a-habit quarter mile. When I can't see the bottom, I am out of my depth - nice safety feature. I found out later that a paddle boarder drowned just round the bend in Waiwera today which was a bit sobering.
I didn't take my camera today as it looked pretty much the same down there as yesterday so here's a poke-and-hope shot I took of the weed yesterday.
I've finished "Every Day in Tuscany" which has got me fancying a long stint in Florence (with Susan, of course) off season. Not buying a wrecked house to renovate nor eating out every night - just soaking it up. Time to buy a few more Lotto tickets. Given the Law of Averages (which any self-respecting statistician will tell you is bullshit), my lousy performance with them thus far means I should win a million this coming Saturday (note to self - requires buying a ticket).
I've now started on The Bourne Identity - nothing like reading a book that starts with a badly injured man barely avoiding drowning. Gave me some ideas for raising the cash to fund the Florence trip. But no time for idling around on the beach today as I was invited to Nonie's for dinner. I left the house way too early but I know if I'd stopped to do something else I'd get there late. However she phoned me just as I hit the traffic outside Orewa. Not being in the habit of using a cellphone while driving (I'm hazardous enough without electronic help), I called her back from the first gas station to find she needed sour cream. No sweat - I'll grab some at Countdown in Glenfield Mall. Back on the road with my phone's GPS set to Glenfield Mall, I made the mistake of moving it an inch at which point the navigation turned itself off. I was on the motorway by this time and relying on memory to get me there. Much to my amazement I made it which my idiot phone confirmed by announcing that I had arrived - it's only contribution to the entire adventure. Thanks - don't call us, we'll call you.
A word of advice if you ever park at Glenfield Mall - there are no identifying features in the car park and nowhere in the mall does it tell you what level you're on. So having trundled up and down a number of sloping walkways you find yourself a mile from your car. Easy answer - don't park in a parking space, park in the middle of the road. It makes finding your car so much easier.
Today was last day of my chemo month - I now get a week off with the huge benefit that that brings. I won't go into details but it means I don't have to make a mental note of where every toilet is. And I have discovered how to get past the idiot internet settings here so I can edit my blog. I wonder if it'll still work tomorrow.
I've finished "Every Day in Tuscany" which has got me fancying a long stint in Florence (with Susan, of course) off season. Not buying a wrecked house to renovate nor eating out every night - just soaking it up. Time to buy a few more Lotto tickets. Given the Law of Averages (which any self-respecting statistician will tell you is bullshit), my lousy performance with them thus far means I should win a million this coming Saturday (note to self - requires buying a ticket).
I've now started on The Bourne Identity - nothing like reading a book that starts with a badly injured man barely avoiding drowning. Gave me some ideas for raising the cash to fund the Florence trip. But no time for idling around on the beach today as I was invited to Nonie's for dinner. I left the house way too early but I know if I'd stopped to do something else I'd get there late. However she phoned me just as I hit the traffic outside Orewa. Not being in the habit of using a cellphone while driving (I'm hazardous enough without electronic help), I called her back from the first gas station to find she needed sour cream. No sweat - I'll grab some at Countdown in Glenfield Mall. Back on the road with my phone's GPS set to Glenfield Mall, I made the mistake of moving it an inch at which point the navigation turned itself off. I was on the motorway by this time and relying on memory to get me there. Much to my amazement I made it which my idiot phone confirmed by announcing that I had arrived - it's only contribution to the entire adventure. Thanks - don't call us, we'll call you.
A word of advice if you ever park at Glenfield Mall - there are no identifying features in the car park and nowhere in the mall does it tell you what level you're on. So having trundled up and down a number of sloping walkways you find yourself a mile from your car. Easy answer - don't park in a parking space, park in the middle of the road. It makes finding your car so much easier.
Today was last day of my chemo month - I now get a week off with the huge benefit that that brings. I won't go into details but it means I don't have to make a mental note of where every toilet is. And I have discovered how to get past the idiot internet settings here so I can edit my blog. I wonder if it'll still work tomorrow.
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