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The woman with the fake tan stepped into my office, sat across from my desk and lit a cigarette.
At least, she would, sometime in the next 20 minutes. Smelling the future has advantages, but precision isn’t one of them.
Event Ahead!
It was Nash's birthday today. She is aging in her own style. Most Sundays she gets a walk to the bakery and a mini sausage roll during the intermission. As today was special she got a full size treat.
And she pissed exactly nine times over the course of the walk up and down the hill.
December has continued since last Friday, with some time on the bench and alternating my wrist brace between arms.
Also, according to my camera...
There were a lot of green stones on the beach.
Annual advent calendar has kicked off.
Played some lawn Yahtzee
Started a pub under my mulberry tree for all the local birds.
Nash got a new squeaky
Nash came to the beach for an ice-cream
Went to the beach again without Nash
Hiked to Long Gully for breakfast
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Seems like Spring Summer has finally arrived.
Today started with another walk up the Bluff!
Followed by more frolicking.
The End
This weekend Nash got to go on a holiday. Things started on Friday with a walk from Encounter Bay to Victor Harbor.
Along the way there were signs of things to come.
On Saturday the sun was shining and we walked up the Bluff.
From there it was down past Petrel Cove and on the walk to King's Beach where Nash got to be her best self.
This walk justified a visit to Port Elliot Bakery and then another walk around the cove and up the hill.
After some rest and then another walk along the Hindmarsh River (without the camera) the end of a long day came to a close.
Like a few people in Adelaide I spent my morning in Belair National Park getting my feet dirty.
Here's some photos.
For the past six weeks I have been living in the worst sock puppet performance the simulation has ever generated. Mmmm, painkillers.
I have endured the harsh winter deprived of most of the few joys the season brings. No chopping up massive pumpkins. No driving to locations for low-UV hiking. No warm showers. No bike rides. Instead I've had this, the egg.
For six weeks I've been brooding. And keeping my arm dry, and warm, and nourished.
And after all of that brooding today it finally hatched!
Coincidentally my right ctrl button has also been broken the past six weeks.
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