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Surf long and prosper
Like an indoor potplant I seek the sun, but sometimes have limited capabilities of movement. Husband rescued me today and took me for a drive. We usually go directly to the coast and park just south of Hillarys, but today we went a little further.
We went up the freeway to the northern end--neither of us had been along the last stretch before--then took to the coastline. Burns Beach is the new "patch of sand at the end of the freeway," and it was crowded with people looking at display homes. It's a quick trip on a Sunday afternoon, but I hope prospective home purchasers understand what the twice-daily peak hour commute really means.
We headed south, keeping as close to the coast as possible. This occasionally led to dead ends in beach carparks, but we just turned around and kept going. It was particularly strange driving through busy Mullalloo; it was "our" family beach in the 70's and quite deserted at that time: now it hosts riots.
We stopped somewhere--just somewhere--and sat on the beach for a little while. We snuggled together for warmth and comfort, and watched the kayakers work their way south to north, and some people attempting to ski. There was very little wind and the sunlight felt wonderful. The sun sparkled on the sea and the seaweed hardly stank at all :-) It was very romantic, and extremely therapeutic. It felt like a holiday minus the airport.
Once home I did manage a walk to the shops, and on the trip back seduced a neighbour's cat (one of the tricky ones the owner had once said was "afraid of strangers" teehee), and exchanged greetings with the next-door neighbour's giant german shepherd. I hadn't been that close to this dog since he was a rangy puppy, but now he's fully mature he's *huge*. I picked up some slobber up near armpit level, and then pointed/shooed and told him firmly to "go to Mummy". Which, rather to my surprise, he did. He's very well trained, and I can apparently fake dog handling skills. Or maybe he remembered my usual dominance behaviour when I meet a new dog: I let them sniff my hand but otherwise ignore them. Thank you Dr Harry.
Then home and to the last two episodes of ST:TOS (saved from s2), with bonus Space Bikini (somewhat surprisingly in an ice-age cave, but I'm not complaining). Unfortunately the last episode ever was "Assignment: Earth" which had very limited ST content, being mostly a recycled pilot for a different series padded out with space program stock footage and comedy relief (I suppose) from Terri Garr. Still, it was nice to see Spock stroking a cat, and space program stock footage is not to be sneezed at.
Next challenge: the movies.
No Tour de France tonight. I am developing a bit of logistics love for this event. Someone has to be responsible for placing the inflatable finishline countdown markers every day.
We went up the freeway to the northern end--neither of us had been along the last stretch before--then took to the coastline. Burns Beach is the new "patch of sand at the end of the freeway," and it was crowded with people looking at display homes. It's a quick trip on a Sunday afternoon, but I hope prospective home purchasers understand what the twice-daily peak hour commute really means.
We headed south, keeping as close to the coast as possible. This occasionally led to dead ends in beach carparks, but we just turned around and kept going. It was particularly strange driving through busy Mullalloo; it was "our" family beach in the 70's and quite deserted at that time: now it hosts riots.
We stopped somewhere--just somewhere--and sat on the beach for a little while. We snuggled together for warmth and comfort, and watched the kayakers work their way south to north, and some people attempting to ski. There was very little wind and the sunlight felt wonderful. The sun sparkled on the sea and the seaweed hardly stank at all :-) It was very romantic, and extremely therapeutic. It felt like a holiday minus the airport.
Once home I did manage a walk to the shops, and on the trip back seduced a neighbour's cat (one of the tricky ones the owner had once said was "afraid of strangers" teehee), and exchanged greetings with the next-door neighbour's giant german shepherd. I hadn't been that close to this dog since he was a rangy puppy, but now he's fully mature he's *huge*. I picked up some slobber up near armpit level, and then pointed/shooed and told him firmly to "go to Mummy". Which, rather to my surprise, he did. He's very well trained, and I can apparently fake dog handling skills. Or maybe he remembered my usual dominance behaviour when I meet a new dog: I let them sniff my hand but otherwise ignore them. Thank you Dr Harry.
Then home and to the last two episodes of ST:TOS (saved from s2), with bonus Space Bikini (somewhat surprisingly in an ice-age cave, but I'm not complaining). Unfortunately the last episode ever was "Assignment: Earth" which had very limited ST content, being mostly a recycled pilot for a different series padded out with space program stock footage and comedy relief (I suppose) from Terri Garr. Still, it was nice to see Spock stroking a cat, and space program stock footage is not to be sneezed at.
Next challenge: the movies.
No Tour de France tonight. I am developing a bit of logistics love for this event. Someone has to be responsible for placing the inflatable finishline countdown markers every day.