Getting back into gear
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stephbgPraise be for the internets I say, for I have found 5 of the same 2006 Hyundai Elantra liftback automatics at the same wholesale spot, presumably all out of the same fleet, and for about $2000 cheaper than the average equivalent elsewhere. With any luck we'll pick one in reasonable shape, we'll be able to get a good mechanical report quickly and Husband will be back on the road ASAP and he can deal with all the licensing, stamp duty and insurance crap.
He's also keen to buy a bike and start using the train to get to Freo and back. I'm sure it's possible to fall asleep on a bike, but I imagine you're more likely to notice before you get into quite so much trouble. Any tips from the bike people for a good source of second-hand bikes?
His knee looks awful but he claims no discomfort, and today discovered a new bruise on his chest that looks suspiciously like a third nipple. I'm pretty sure I'd have noticed that before, even under all the fur.
This afternoon we toyed ineffectually with the idea of going to the zoo or mini-golf or a movie, but after a half hour of wrestling with our misbehaving back door I was not inclined to move. We had the road map out and were looking for handy parks and beaches when I remembered that there was a horse opportunity nearby. There's a Riding For the Disabled stables in Carine. Some time last year it had advertised in the local paper for volunteers, and while it's something I'd love to do I've just not been able to make any promises about keeping regular hours.
So, we drove down and admired the horses from afar in their large and lush paddock in the midst of suburbia. There were signs everywhere saying to not feed the horses, and several saying do not touch or feed the horses. Not much hope of that, for they were all far away. However, on one of the laps of the park we came across a pony doing what ponies in lush green paddocks like to do: desperately craning its head under the fence to reach the grass on the other side. I approached and admired. The pony gave me a sniff and a whuffle, so technically it touched me, and it was a pony, not a horse. After a few minutes I checked for surveillance and gave the pony a brief but firm pat. I like doing horse massage; it's very satisfying to watch a horse's ears relax, see its head drop, and listen to it sigh into a snooze. That, however, takes time and permission. I contented myself with a single illicit touch *sigh*.
I must say they were an attractive bunch, all well fed, well conformed and groomed within an inch of their lives.
With the assistance of a crowbar and the sound of tearing velcro Husband managed to get me back to the car, from whence we headed off to a fish place in Stirling. Which was either not there or simply not open. Fired with picine ambition Husband encouraged me to go to the Innaloo fish place. On the way there I convinced myself that I was allowed to have fresh crayfish. Once there I discovered that fish had become insanely expensive in the last few years, to the tune of double the prices I remembered. OK, I said to myself, maybe there's more to life than snapper at $50-$60/kg for sundry varieties.
I got something else. No idea what. Maybe it had three eyes, but it was cheaper than snapper. I also bought that crayfish. Om nom nom nom nom. Beige diet you will not defeat me!
Strangely enough a 7-day-a-week supply of great fresh fish is one of the things I miss about Midland.
He's also keen to buy a bike and start using the train to get to Freo and back. I'm sure it's possible to fall asleep on a bike, but I imagine you're more likely to notice before you get into quite so much trouble. Any tips from the bike people for a good source of second-hand bikes?
His knee looks awful but he claims no discomfort, and today discovered a new bruise on his chest that looks suspiciously like a third nipple. I'm pretty sure I'd have noticed that before, even under all the fur.
This afternoon we toyed ineffectually with the idea of going to the zoo or mini-golf or a movie, but after a half hour of wrestling with our misbehaving back door I was not inclined to move. We had the road map out and were looking for handy parks and beaches when I remembered that there was a horse opportunity nearby. There's a Riding For the Disabled stables in Carine. Some time last year it had advertised in the local paper for volunteers, and while it's something I'd love to do I've just not been able to make any promises about keeping regular hours.
So, we drove down and admired the horses from afar in their large and lush paddock in the midst of suburbia. There were signs everywhere saying to not feed the horses, and several saying do not touch or feed the horses. Not much hope of that, for they were all far away. However, on one of the laps of the park we came across a pony doing what ponies in lush green paddocks like to do: desperately craning its head under the fence to reach the grass on the other side. I approached and admired. The pony gave me a sniff and a whuffle, so technically it touched me, and it was a pony, not a horse. After a few minutes I checked for surveillance and gave the pony a brief but firm pat. I like doing horse massage; it's very satisfying to watch a horse's ears relax, see its head drop, and listen to it sigh into a snooze. That, however, takes time and permission. I contented myself with a single illicit touch *sigh*.
I must say they were an attractive bunch, all well fed, well conformed and groomed within an inch of their lives.
With the assistance of a crowbar and the sound of tearing velcro Husband managed to get me back to the car, from whence we headed off to a fish place in Stirling. Which was either not there or simply not open. Fired with picine ambition Husband encouraged me to go to the Innaloo fish place. On the way there I convinced myself that I was allowed to have fresh crayfish. Once there I discovered that fish had become insanely expensive in the last few years, to the tune of double the prices I remembered. OK, I said to myself, maybe there's more to life than snapper at $50-$60/kg for sundry varieties.
I got something else. No idea what. Maybe it had three eyes, but it was cheaper than snapper. I also bought that crayfish. Om nom nom nom nom. Beige diet you will not defeat me!
Strangely enough a 7-day-a-week supply of great fresh fish is one of the things I miss about Midland.
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Date: 2008-03-24 09:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-24 09:39 am (UTC)Best Chinese was next door to the BP servo on Morrison Rd, just on the East side of Roe Hwy. The name? Probably Lucky Golden Gardens or permutations thereof :-)
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Date: 2008-03-25 11:56 am (UTC)I'm pleased that's the best Chinese - it's the closest one to me!
Bike thoughts
Date: 2008-03-26 01:59 am (UTC)How much would you be comfortable spending?
Re: Bike thoughts
Date: 2008-03-26 02:02 am (UTC)Re: Bike thoughts
Date: 2008-03-26 03:35 am (UTC)I'll let you know soon. One is Rob's electric bike he's been thinking of selling, the other MAY be a once used mountain bike.
How tall is husband.
I have to go and will be not online until tonight, sorry, I'd like to discuss this further with you.
If you two turn up to Pancakes we will buy you dinner.
Re: Bike thoughts
Date: 2008-03-26 04:13 am (UTC)That's a lovely offer for pancakes, thank you, but he'll be working until six and we're both a bit flattened. Just when we think we're getting back into the swing, BANG :-(
Re: Bike thoughts
Date: 2008-03-26 02:41 pm (UTC)Re: Bike thoughts
Date: 2008-03-26 02:44 pm (UTC)Re: Bike thoughts
Date: 2008-03-26 02:52 pm (UTC)Sorry I'm not really as conversant with imperial as perhaps I should be 5'11'' might be okay. I'll see if I can get Dad to give it back to me. He's a bit of a grump but it might happen...
Otherwise we'll see if the electric can suit him. Should do. They're really a one size fits all. Rob is 5'9''.
I'll talk to my father tomorrow.