Still no word on the proposed solution for the out of favor, out of money, indoor range. Meeting tonight should really do nothing more than confirm that the operator, having previously managed to go broke before, is about to demonstrate how to do it again.
Not happy. Resigned to overt action to make my point. You'll read about it in the news if I have to go that way. It will most certainly take the Pope out of the headlines for a change.
The weekend was ours, kids being away with their father. A quite house. A quite mind. Worked - a very loose term for what we do - on the Saturday, down to the Redland Bay area to lunch with May and Don and son Randle on Sunday. Pleasant to spend time with them. Always is. Don is 79 next Sunday.
Investigated an apparatus called 'the Boarder' at a lake on the way home - this system of pylons, cables and stuff all works together to tow board riders around the circuit at a reasonable clip, sort of wakeboarding without the wake, kite surfing without the kite, slow motion water skiing without the boat. Yvonne mentions she has seen one in action before - I wonder why the house/Xbox bound boys have not been taken to one before - anything to get them out in the fresh air.
Opened the swimming account this week with a total of 2klms - 40 laps - 80 lengths, after the weekend off. Rain mid morning looked good from the roofed vantage point.
Still flippered up, giving the legs a workout, hoping to shake a bit more weight off, strengthen the knee as much as possible, anything to avoid getting it rebuilt.
Home to ring the Mother.
The countdown to New Zealand has begun with the arrival of March. All things sound normal over there, Mother sounds well, weather sounds cold, as it always does. Packing to go there will reflect the fact that I find anything under 30 degrees cold. Last time I went I was equipped with thermal underwear, the works, still felt cold. I try and convince myself it's all in my head, that it's not that cold, it can't be, I spent nearly half my life living there. I'm losing the head battle, but I intend to keep it up - never know, I might convince myself.
I went back to New Zealand one time and stayed for nearly three years, so I must have got used to the weather. All I remember about that particular time was I had myself a fine time. Took to driving cabs, proved I could make a living, proved I could afford a place with a fireplace - nothing finer in a cold country than a fireplace, ended up moving my bed out to the lounge room to take advantage of it - lying there at night by fire light. Can't remember why I came back here, but I did. Might have fallen foul of the police over there, but I don't remember specifics. Naturally.
We thought about moving back there. Yvonne went over to visit with her parents, came back convinced it was not such a good plan. I expected her to want to move back to be at her parents beck and call. She must have been unimpressed enough to leave the parents out of the equation.
Meanwhile it remains about three weeks away.